[Jason Todd’s POV]

Standing in a dimly lit space, I was surrounded by dead bodies as blood splattered all over the walls and also the ground. While most had deep knife wounds, others lost their frail lives to some bullets of mine. Panting a bit as I tried catching my breath due to the intense killing spray I had just engaged on, all to get to the man who was either behind the next door or had probably made a run for it in the midst of the chaos.

As I approached the door, I retracted one of my pistols and reached for the doorknob. While my hand drew closer to the doorknob, I made a sudden pause, noticing strange shadows lingering at the bottom area of the door. With a immediate change in plans, I forcefully kicked down the door with my heavy boots and sent two men stumbling down the stairs to the basement.

As I entered, a gun from the side was placed at my head and just as his trigger finger was about squeezing the trigger at point blank range, I quickly reached for the gun and moved both the gun and my head in opposite directions, the bullet shot into the wall, completely missing it’s mark which was my brain.

I aggressively drove my knee into his solar plexus, then held on to his head and aggressively bashed it into the wall behind him as blood splattered all over. While the others who fell, quickly regained their footing.

Moving speedily I pulled out my second pistol and jumped on the rails of the stairs as an hefty man with a gun in his hand rushed out of another door in the below. I fired two consecutive headshots at both men who fell down the stairs earlier, then I shot the hefty man on his knee cap while gliding down on the rails as their bodies dropped to the floor one after the other.

Ignoring his painful grunts, I made contact with the ground and immediately shifted my weight into a roll and stopped right where he had dropped to his other knee while the other was bleeding profusely. I pulled out my knife and drove it directly beneath his jaw and all the way up to his tiny brain.

“That should do it.” I muttered to myself as I walked into the office of where the culprit was probably operating from, while completely staying out of sight and keeping a low profile.

“Sweet, sweet, karma.” I said as the person who was seated at the other side of a desk was none other than Gotham City former district attorney, Harvey Dent.

Dressed in a white and purple striped suit, each equally divided on both halves as he sat reclined into a comfortable office chair with a glass of whiskey in hand and a cigar in his mouth.

“Are you some kind of super soldier or what? That would explain how an intruder made his way down here without having his own blood spilling out of his guts, or dead.” Two face said, as he gestured for me to take a seat while grabbing the bottle of whiskey on the table to pour me a drink.

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“No thanks, you can keep your fucking drink.” I responded, my only thoughts that moment was, which was the most agonizing way of killing the bastard.

“Your lose son, this whiskey has a fine blend to it.” He replied before reaching for his upper suit pocket and pulled out a coin which he placed on the table.

“So what business do you have with me that made you so persistent on interrupting my evening?”

“You’ve recently began interfering with territories and the businesses of crime lords who happen to pledge elegance to Ghost, and those who have their business under his protection.” I said as I drew closer to his desk, slowly changing my tone into one of noticeable bloodlust.

“Give me one good reason why I shouldn’t put a bullet right through your fucking skull right now.” I said to him, not letting my grudge against the man influence the flow of the job, revenge could come afterwards.

“I won’t deny or confirm these claims but what does it matter to you anyway? Are you one of his lackeys? He sure do have quite the collection of frighteningly strong lackeys.”

“You do know what happens to people who tries to undermine him right? If you don’t, just ask Black Mask’s people.” I put down my gun, knowing he wasn’t a major treat because I could absolutely take him without breaking a single sweat.

“Oh Black Mask, such a tragic fate I must say.” He replied as he reached for the coin on the table and flipped it up into the air. The moment I took a look at it up in the air, he pulled out a gun and fired shots at me.

Quickly I ducked to the ground, taking a dive just to the front side of his desk as I leaned against it. “How dare that stranger come into my city and act like he owns the place. I need to put him in his place so he knows this city isn’t up for the grabs and it is my city.” He emphasized.

He climbed on top the desk and fired shots down below, only to come to an empty space. I immediately tackled him to the ground from behind and disarmed him in the process as I got him on his knees, holding him at gun point.

“I don’t believe in karma but this evening has me wondering, what if there is something such as karma after all?”

“What do you mean by that?” He asked with both hands raised up in the air. I took off my helmet and looked him dead in the eye as I spoke. “Look at me, does my face remind you of anyone?” I asked him.

“This isn’t just about my issues with Ghost is it?” He asked with a raised brow and with a calm tone, not sounding like a person who was one squeeze of a trigger away from passing on to the underworld.

“Maybe this would help jug your memory.” I said to him as I pulled the trigger, putting a bullet right into his collar bone. He grunted in pain as he held on to his bleeding shoulder.

“You son of a bitch.” He mumbled in pain. “Now we are getting somewhere. I shot both of his thighs and had him leaking blood from all over. “What is it you have against me anyway? What did I ever do to you?”

“Remember the name Willis Todd? He was an affiliate of yours who you murdered in cold blood.”

“Oh I see, you’re his son.” He said as a creepy smile slowly made its way across the other half of his face.

“Now look who’s finally getting it. Any last words?” I asked as I walked behind him and placed my knife at his throat, giving him the chance to spit out whatever garbage he might have in mind. A gunshot would be showing mercy, I needed him to suffer before giving up his last breath.

“I…” My knife slit his throat before he could make a sentence to utter his last words. It was a shallow cut that wasn’t deep enough to kill him in an instant, but deep enough to have him choking on his own blood.

He dropped to the ground as he clenched on to his throat, laying in a puddle of his own blood. Slitting his throat had given me a euphoric feeling as my knife cut through his windpipe and while I watched him grab on to his throat and jerking as he chocked all the way to the afterlife.

“Like I care what your last words might be.” I grizzled, cleaning my knife on his lifeless body before heading out of there.

Here I go again, wiping out another organization who dared to interfere with Ghost, here in Gotham criminal underworld. I don’t think there would be a need to tell Tom about this, all he needs to know is that whoever was causing a stir in his business on the underground, was now taken care of and would be serving as food to the maggots of the earth really soon. I’m sure he would feel right at home since one part of his face was looking hideously rotten anyway.

Walking out the back door, I made a turn around to the near by district where I had my bike parked and safely hidden. “I could really use a hot bubble bath tonight to help me wash off the stress and tension from the evening.” I exasperated as I hopped on my bike, kick starting it and driving off into the night with turned off headlights.

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