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Grifter had once been black ops—Team Seven, the kind of covert government unit that didn't officially exist. Somewhere during those buried operations, he'd been exposed to the Gen-factor.
It left him changed.
Not in an obvious way and nothing flashy. But the difference was there, latent...
Threadmarks: CHAPTER 127: The Mercenary And The Red Hood.
"Move, I'll cover you!" Grifter smacked the rear of the vehicle before vaulting away, diving behind another car for cover as Black Mask slammed his hand onto the ignition pad.
The engine roared to life as the car lurched forward, fishtailing as he tried to steer while ducking low in his seat...
Seated on her desk as Black Mask's secretary, Li half-listened to her employer's conversation with his newly hired mercenary bodyguard while continuing to sort through files on her tablet. She kept her expression neutral with composed posture, the picture of professionalism—even as tension from...
Threadmarks: CHAPTER 125: The Hunter And The Guarded.
Seated across from Black Mask was Grifter, a seasoned gun-for-hire brought in specifically to handle the Red Hood problem.
“There’s talk going around,” Grifter said evenly, his tone unreadable behind his mask, “that you were the one who set up Joker’s escape from Arkham Asylum. Any truth to...
"It's been three nights," Nightwing muttered, lowering his binoculars for a second as he remained seated casually at the edge of the rooftop. "Three nights of watching Black Mask, and still no sign of our unhinged brother in the red helmet."
Perched a few feet away, Damian didn't bother looking...
A bitter chill settled over Gotham that night. The streets pulsed with the steady crawl of headlights—civilians driving home from long shifts, others heading out in search of distraction.
Beneath that ordinary rhythm, crime moved just as faithfully. In shadowed alleys and behind tinted...
The morning news blared from every screen in Gotham, the headline dominating every channel: ‘Joker Dead at the Hands of Red Hood.’ For decades, no one had managed such a feat. The Clown Prince of Crime, the city’s most notorious nightmare, had finally been silenced—permanently.
For Gotham’s...
Jason didn’t react with surprise. He’d expected the answer—even if he didn’t like it. Still, he knew there had to be more to it than that.
His reflection paused, as if deliberately giving him time to sit with the revelation. Then it spoke again.
“I am more like your shadow-self. You could say...
Back at one of his safehouses, Jason peeled the domino mask from his face and headed straight for the shower.
Too much had happened that night.
Seeing Bruce again had dug up memories he’d buried underneath the rage—memories he’d never allowed himself to examine because of the bitterness he...
Alfred sat in the Batcave, reviewing data, when the monitor alerted him to an incoming vehicle. The exit port opened, and the Batmobile rolled smoothly onto the circular platform, settling into its usual spot.
“Welcome back, Master Bru—” Alfred began, but his words faltered. He froze at the...
Batman was trapped in a dilemma that promised regret no matter which path he chose. Under any other circumstance, he would have chosen Jason over the Joker without hesitation—but this moment forced him to weigh one life against another, knowing that saving one meant condemning the other.
“So...
Threadmarks: CHAPTER 117: The Prodigal's Ultimatum.
“I’m talking about the scum who stole your son from this world,” Jason snarled, his voice cracking under the strain of both anger and pain. “The man who took me away from you. The man who ripped my life apart after hours of agonizing, deliberate torture.”
Pain bled through his rage...
“A better… Batman?”
With a strained grunt, Batman forced the pain in his shoulder down and out of his awareness. He clasped both hands together above his head and brought them crashing down, hammering against Red Hood’s raised arm which had him locked in a chokehold.
The instant his boots hit...
Batman received the invitation from Red Hood and wasted no time, tearing through Gotham's streets in the Batmobile until Crime Alley came into view.
As he drove, memories surfaced unbidden—images of a younger Jason Todd moving under his watchful eye as Robin. Memories of a sharp, free-spirited...
After Red Hood made his getaway with Joker, he hauled him across the city to an abandoned building awaiting renovation—one of Gotham’s many half-forgotten skeletons of concrete and rust.
The elevator was long dead, so Jason took the stairs, dragging his captive up flight after flight until...
Finally—finally—he was standing face-to-face with the man who had cost him his life.
The face that had haunted him even when his own name had slipped through his fingers. The face that lingered in his nightmares without context, without memory—just pain, laughter, and the echo of a crowbar...
Not only was Roman Sionis staring death in the face, he was doing so with a lunatic pointing a gun directly at his head. A lunatic whose smile was too wide, whose eyes were far too alive, with 'crazy' written plainly across his face and carved deep into his gaze.
For the first time in a long...
[Jason Todd’s POV]
Dressed in his full vigilante gear, Jason stood at the edge of a towering gothic building, its spires and gargoyles clawing at Gotham’s smog-choked sky.
From this height, the city stretched endlessly beneath him, distant sirens echoing like a constant background track. The...
[Roman Sionis POV]
“Li. Is everything in place for tonight’s plans?” Roman asked, his voice even and controlled—but the doubt sat heavy beneath it.
His office was well lit, the city of Gotham visible through the floor-to-ceiling windows behind him. The room smelled of expensive cologne and old...
That same morning, Dick drove Damian all the way to San Francisco in a sleek black ride he'd borrowed from Bruce—one of those glossy, spotless cars Bruce never actually drove but kept polished like a museum piece.
The engine purred with that smooth, expensive hum as they came off the highway...