Capítulo 1: Chapter 1 – A new beginning
New York
3:00 PM
In a hospital chamber, a young man was talking with an old friend, maybe for the last time in this life.
"Arthur, are you listening?"
A tall black man in his thirties was looking at him with a worried expression. In this little room, he appeared as a giant, over 6,56 feet tall and with a muscular build. The only strange thing about him was his fashion sense: a blue shirt with white butterflies on it, black pants, red shoes with Flash sign on it and a cap with Wonder Woman emblem.
"Yeah, don't worry, Trent. I'm fine. The funerals took place two months ago. I had time to calm down and think about it. You got everything I asked you?"
"Yes, I got everything, but I still think you should give up that idea. You show me your powers, but it's Gotham, we're talking about, it's hell on earth, and even if you the murderer of your family, if the Batman gets you, your life will end at Belle Reve."
The young man talking to him suddenly bellowed. "What other choice do I have? I lost everything, my future is compromised with that shit and I can't continue like that. They will come again when they understand our little "comatose patient" trick. I don't want to be in the witness protection program for the rest of my life."
"Sigh"
Trent's facial expression clouded even more "You're really like your father. It makes me remember my encounter with him, he was fearless too. Not even hesitating to set up a clinic in one of the most dangerous parts of the city. I respect your choice and would like to help you, but I just became a father…"
"Trent, I didn't ask you to come with me to Gotham. I know there are only two possible ends, either I found him and get my vengeance, or I die in a dark alley of Gotham, which should be the norm over there. Now give me that and go back to your wife and daughter, they're waiting for you."
The man took an envelope from his pocket: "There is everything you need inside, a new identity, bank account, an address in Gotham, school admission, everything.
My contact in the hospital will get it done tonight. Tonight, Arthur Reed will be legally dead… farewell Arthur."
The young man looks at him gratefully, shaking his hand. "Farewell Trent, I'll never forget what you did for me and my family."
Once Trent out, watching outside the window, his expression darkened with rage, and said in a whisper "No matter who you are or what you are, I'm coming and I'll make you feel the despair I felt that day."
2 Months later
Gotham City
2: 47 AM
A man was running in the back alley of Gotham, with a frightened expression plastered on his face. The only sounds were those from his panting breath and foot stepping on a water puddle.
"Stop running, I'll not kill you, I just want answers. The more you run, the more I'll make you suffer."
The man was trapped, a 3-meter wall in front of him; it was a dead end. He looked over his pursuer floating in midair.
He wore a black jacket with the hood on his head and a black cloth covering his mouth, leaving visible only his blue pair of eyes.
In a shivering voice, he responds, "I know who you are, you're on the newspaper, you'll send me to the hospital whatever I say."
With a grin, the pursuer said, "If your answers please me, I can be a pretty amiable guy, you know."
He lifts his arm and with a motion of his finger, the right leg of the man was bent at 90 degrees.
"Ahhh." That miserable thug howled under the pain of his broken bones.
"I need to sleep like everyone else, so if you could stop weeping and give me my answers, I'd be grateful."
"I don't know, I'm just a low-level henchman, stop it please, I swear I don't know" he howled to his tormentor with pain in his voice.
"Tell me who can give me my answers, talk!" the mysterious aggressor said, the fury in his voice resonated in the back alley as he bent the second long of his victim.
"The Dimitrov's… they have a lot of informants in New York… please stop" he said in pain. Leaving his eyes toward his persecutor, he saw nothing, he was alone in pain and unable to move in the back alley of Gotham.
Next day
Gotham City
7:00 AM
Tick Tick
"Fuck" a tired voice echoed as the annoying noise of the alarm clock resounded in a shabby apartment of 30m².
A black-haired young man gets up from the bed tiredly, he was tall, athletic, and seem 18, with a fair skin tone, 6 feet high, he could be handsome with a bit of attention and trimming his short hairs but his appearance is not on the priority list.
"I have to go to Gotham Academy every fucking day to keep up the appearances, but these little "party" at night are tiring me and with still no result."
Arthur, now Aiden Sharp started these aggressive questioning 2 weeks ago, seeing that being friendly with thugs, drinking with them and listening to rumors gave no results.
But he didn't lost his time, each day he trained his new abilities, enhancing his control.
After the death of all his family, the shock he received was a huge blow, physically and mentally, he has undergone excessive tiredness, headaches, stress, etc.
One day his headache became unbearable, as his pain reached its peak, he lifted all the furniture's in his hospital room in the air and made them fall on the ground all at once.
Seeing this, he tried his best to recreate and control it, at his first try, he was ecstatic and depressed, seeing he could barely lift a spoon even with all his efforts, but his brain is a muscle, with each passing day he became better, soon he could lift a chair, then his bed and after one month of effort he was able to lift a truck. Then come several objects, add velocity, etc.
Previously, he had to focus all his thought to use his telekinesis, but now with a simple thought, he can lift a truck in the air.
After coming to Gotham, every day after school and weekends were spent studying at the public library of Gotham. Trying to find how the brain was working, the limits of the human brain, the potential development of his abilities.
On the other hand, he watched TV series, movies, and anime to find new ways to use his telekinesis.
Now, he had a good grasp of his ability and the various way to use it, and hoped to gain new abilities if his brain was enhancing as his telekinesis did.
The only shadows on the equation were that he still has no hint to find his target and rarely used his precognition.
He obtained two abilities but used almost only his telekinesis; He created a detection technique, using telekinesis he vibrates the air at small speed in a dome shape in a radius of 20-meter. Using it, no one can use a sneak attack on him.
Thus, his precognition become almost useless to him.
They are limits to his ability of precognition. He can use it at will in the limit of his visual field but the further in time he tries to see, the more inaccurate are the results and the more taxing it is, so using it maximum in a 10 seconds scope to warn him of danger, became his defense system, that way he can use it hours straight without tiring.
To test it, he fought against a Thug in the street using his precognition during the entire fight and smashed the ex-marine. His father inscribed him in Krav-maga and Close Combat clubs in the past, with brilliants results. But the outcome shouldn't have been so obvious, he was unharmed, not even a scratch.
At 8:00 AM, he was at Gotham University "Trent and his bullshit, even after coming this far, he thought I could back off" he whispered to himself.
Aiden asked Trent to sign him up in a school at Gotham to keep up appearances, after all, someone who could hire assassins to kill his family who was pretty influential in New York had to be resourceful, if he learned that he was still alive, he would surely hire killers again.
Therefore, he chooses to blend in the mass of students, and not be the new guy in town without a job living in a luxurious apartment and with money from unknown sources.
But Trent treated it as a backup plan for Aiden, he registered him in one of the best and most prestigious universities, all the elites of the town are studying here.
"Sigh" taking his seat in the chemistry classroom he let a sigh.
"What an impressive motivation, if you were listening in class instead of gazing out of the window, your marks would be among the best of the class."
A gorgeous redhead girl speaks to him after sitting beside him. Each time he saw her he couldn't help but marvel at her sight. Long red hair, beautiful green eyes, and a perfectly proportionate body.
"Hello Barbara, you made a mistake it would not be among the best, I already am, I would be at the top of the class." He responded to her with a grin.
"No, at best you would be second, both of us know who would be at the top" she responded with a small grin.
"Ho, who would it be? I can't figure it out. Can you show me who would it be?" he responded cheekily.
"Sore loser" a small laugh escaped from her lips.
Barbara Gordon, a celebrity in Gotham because she is the daughter of Commissioner Gordon, perhaps the only uncorrupted cop in all the Police Department of Gotham, and known for his collaboration with Batman.
But she doesn't need her father's identity to be famous on the campus, she's the top of the class by a large margin, the most athletic girl, the belle of the university and someone easy to talk to.
He became acquainted with her at the public library of Gotham, as he researched how to use his power, he saw her every day, studying and taking notes.
They started to talk to each other when they learned they were studying at the same school, but for Aiden, it soon became clear that he should keep her at a reasonable distance.
Sometimes they talked about their inspiration's future projects, motivations, and soon he remarked an issue.
She's far too smart, she spotted some incoherence in his story, worse, she found some problem in him only while talking and observing him.
These problems were soon dissipated either because in her eyes he was a lambda student or by respect for his privacy.
But she's kind and search to help people If by mistake he let her see too much information and that she reports it to her father, he would be in deep shit.
Questions would rain on him; in helping him, he would be put in a tough spot.
"I see you after class at the library?" she asked him while sorting her affairs out of her bag.
"Yes, but I'll leave Sooner, I have something to do." He replied casually.
"You want to work in neuroscience? All the books I've seen you study are related to that subject and you're always taking notes." In her mind, that guy didn't listen at all in class, but still obtain great grades. If he studies so much neuroscience, he should have an incredible level worthy of the best schools.
"Yes, the topic is interesting" he replied flatly, she found herself the explanation to the question, something would be bothering if he tries something else, and he would have to create a lie who can hold in front of this sherlock girl.
"You have a particular interest in it? Usually, people who want to succeed this much in medicine have someone in their family who are ill or lost someone because of it."
"Not really, now it's my turn to ask the questions. Do you want to be the prettiest red-haired in town? Because Batgirl is giving you a tough competition, wearing a full costume in black latex. If you want to catch up you could copy her, I could give you my opinion at the fitting." He said with a roguish grin.
"I was right, you always do that." she said with a strange expression amused but a bit sad.
"What?"
"When you're going to talk about your past or your family, you turn around the conversation and become offending. You are protecting yourself by hurting others. It's pretty common.
In the beginning, I just thought you found it fun, but I saw you repeat the same process with others. The only reason I can think you do that is that the subject is hurtful for you.
That's also the reason why you are amiable to everyone, you don't want them to think of you that you are strange, and start asking questions.
I just wanted you to know that I know that I can be a bit indiscreet but I'll do my best to don't talk about it."
"The problem is that you analyze everything when you talk to someone sherlock, and now you have a PhD in psychology. And if you are so interested in psychology, we could also try to find an answer to the question of why Barbara Gordon has no social life outside school and the library."
"Sigh, your father should get you out of here and sign you up in the police. For my own and this city's sake."
A bright smile appeared on her lips as she said: "I already asked him, but according to him, one police officer in the family is sufficient."
"So, you already wanted to be a cop, no wonder you are so sharp."
"Silence, the class is starting, today we will study…" The professor exclaimed.
6:00 PM
Public Library of Gotham
Sitting at the same table with Barbara while reading books became a habit. Gotham may not be the best place to live, but the learning institutions of the city are still prestigious. The library isn't an exception, with its long-standing history, even rare books are exposed in showcases. Everything your searching for can be found here.
"Oh, that's rare, you're not studying scientific subjects, is it because of what I said this morning?"
"Partly, it's been a long time that I thought to learn other languages, it could help in my future work." Internally, he was overjoyed, she gave him the perfect shield to protect himself from her investigations.
"You're learning Russian. I don't remember them having a significant university in neuroscience, you should try to learn Spanish, maybe Japanese if you want to study abroad…."
"Wow, calm down, don't give more work than I already have. Everyone is not like you studying like crazy until falling from tiredness."
"What do you mean?" she asked slightly interested.
"You hide it very well, but I know when someone is lacking sleep, furthermore you often have bags under your eyes, so either you study like crazy which given your marks is logic or you're dancing around a pole, woefully that hypothesis seems unlikely, a loss for humanity." He said tearfully.
"Ok, stop your sarcasm. I understand I'll let you work, but I can give you a hand if you want to."
Stunned, he asked her a bit worried by her answer "Wait are you're saying you talk Russian…"
"очевидно"
"Fuck, what type of steroid are you taking, it's crazy, it's like your fifth language…"
"Sixth, I learned Chinese..." she said with a bright smile.
"Braggart" He couldn't help it. Aiden had always been proud of his learning capacity, but in front of her, he was nothing to speak off.
Aiden wanted to learn Russian to understand what people say when he "politely," asks them some questions or when he's spying some gangsters in the streets.
"I'm grateful for your help. I'll offer you a coffee as thank."
He doesn't take his school life seriously, but that girl is interesting and gorgeous, but Aiden has no plan to try to create a romantic relationship between him and her. Furthermore, something told him that his chances were slim.
He had only one goal, and once that goal achieved his life shouldn't be bright.
1:00 AM
Dimitrov Family Estate
Gotham
His last talk on the street led him to the Dimitrov family, but Aiden was not confident and even worried, because it was the same thing over the past 2 weeks, he "nicely" asks questions to a thug which lead to a guy from some mafia's family, which lead to another. In short, he was running in circles.
The problem is that previously he interrogated these henchmen's really fast and fled just as fast, worried that Batman would come. Not tonight, he will directly attack the headquarters and have a nice talk with the boss himself. To that end, he changed his modus operandi; he has to take risks to obtain answers, a real lead.
But he probably will have to fight against the Bat-family, and seeing Batman scoreboard against meta-humans, he was worried to be caught, and lose his chances to obtain vengeance.
"It's time. The first real step toward my revenge….and maybe the last." He murmured while watching his target from the top of a tower. After putting his hood on and hiding most of his face with a piece of cloth, he was ready.
Flying to the rooftop of the Dimitrov manor using his telekinesis, he opened a window from the inside and made his way discreetly to the Boss Office. Opening the door, he saw "Nobody, fuck where is that jackass, I'll have to explore all the mansion."
Roaming the manor, something bothered him, the security seemed too lax to be the house of a mafia boss.
Before arriving in what seemed a richly decorated living room, he was taken aback by what he saw will happen even if unconsciously he feared that it could happen.
Nonetheless, he nonchalantly opened the door.
"A wall of gun…. So cool! On the other side, why was I stupid enough to let him go conscious? I should have made him fall in a coma…. but how do I do that, to begin with?" he wondered internally.
"You're the bastard who tortured peoples all over Gotham in the past 2 weeks, `Gotham Tormentor' as called you the press. You'll regret pointing your fangs toward me…. Shoot this bastard!"
A fit man in a wearing a tuxedo gave the order, a glass of whiskey in hand.
In an instant, all sounds were covered up by hundreds of gunshots.
Over 20 men pressed the trigger of their guns, he saw various caliber "M16, AK-47, P90 and many others. Good equipment you have here."
He was totally unfazed.
"What's that you shouldn't be that strong, you didn't move, it's impossible" was the words of the boss of the Dimitrov Family, a dumbfounded expression plastered on his face as he backed away against a wall.
"Yeah, sorry, I never revealed my full strength with any tugs, I even feigned weakness after using my power… you see, I have to take precautionary measures against all the fans of bats wearing latex. I hadn't expected it to help me today, who knows what you would have prepared for me if you knew. As for my hand's movement; It's just for fun, Jedi style." He said smilingly as several hundred bullets were suspended in midair, showing no signs of movements.
"You can take it back, I don't like gifts." he left his hands, all the bullets turned around and in an instant, they all housed inside either their leg or arm. The room became noisy, due to the sounds of groaning men holding their limbs as blood flowed out.
"Now you and I should have a nice conversation, I ask, you answer and not the other way around. Understood?"
"You're dead! Asshole, I'll..."
"Yeah, yeah, I know, it's time for the cliché, but before that" using his powers, he moved the bullet inside the body of the leader.
"Ow… what is that?!"
"I'm moving the bullet in your body, genius. You should feel it. So, where were we? Oh yeah, I ask and you answer, understood?" All the guns on the floor started to float and point in the gangster's directions. "You will not interrupt us guys? We're civilized people."
He nodded.
They nodded.
"Good. First, you'll give me access to all your nasty secrets. Then, do you know who based in Gotham sent an assassin in New York in the last six months? I want also the names of the assassins."
"I only heard rumors, a lot of things occurred in New York some months ago, it's not Gotham but the criminality rate isn't low. I know that some mercenaries were in the sector, such as Deathstroke and his daughter, the League of Assassins played a role at some time, even the alien Lobo was seen fighting the Titans."
"You have nothing more specific in mind…. What is that?" watching the folders in the laptop, he found something unexpected, he took out the hard drive from the laptop and smiled at the crying fellow in front of him.
"Interesting, well, I found something useful; I don't need you anymore, Goodnight." He knocked them out with his telekinesis and tied up the Boss using a metal pipe that was inside the wall and destroyed his laptop, threw the fragments in the fireplace after sending their secrets to the media.
As he was leaving, he was shot by the henchmen's stayed put outside, but he just sent them to fly with a thought and destroyed their guns into pieces. "I hope will not come across… Batman and his sidekicks…. My luck is the worst."
In front of him stood Batman, the Batmobile in the background, Batgirl and Robin were on the manor roof behind him.
He had to admit that in the dark night with the public lights barely revealing the surroundings; they were just awesome in their super costumes.
Batman in grey with a black mask covering most of his head, boot, and a cap, with a stoic expression on the part of his face that was left visible. The only thing that made him visible in the dark was his belt.
"Let me guess, it's because of the gunshots" he talked to them humorously while modifying his voice using the air vibration with his telekinesis.
"Congrats, you're a genius." Replied Robin with irony.
He instantly used his telekinesis to block a projectile coming in front of him suspending it in midair, it was a batarang, he didn't saw Batman move but without his precognition, the fight would be already finished.
"Fuck it's dangerous, you could…shit."
He propelled the batarang away before it expelled some kind of gas, once again his precognition saved him. Before he could recover his breath, Robin and Batgirl jumped from the roof, targeting him from both sides. Aiden blocked their attacks creating a telekinesis wall, but it didn't last long as Batman took out a tube shape tool out of his belt emitting a deafening sound, destabilizing his concentration and neutralizing his telekinesis.
He was forced to fight Batgirl and Robin in a hand to hand fight.
Relying only on his precognition, he succeeded to barely save the day. Dodging most of the blows and counter-attacking when he saw an opening. Their costume was hard as hell, maybe some kind of Kevlar, each blow that lands on them were lessened, on the other hand, he felt each of their blows.
They were better trained than him, and their fighting style was acrobatic. Furthermore, they were 2 against 1; It was really hard to deal a blow on them even with precognition.
Feigning ease, he did the sole thing that can calm him down "Guys, what's the problem with your costumes, is it some kind of Kevlar? You're moving nicely in it, but Kevlar shouldn't. Can you tell me where you bought it? I want one." Dodging a punch from Robin, he starts to talk without stopping.
"Hey Batgirl, I love the design of your costume. You did it yourself ? Your tastes are pretty good." He caught her leg and threw her away as she tried to kick him.
Her costume was really good looking, blue with a tinge of violet, a golden bat emblem on the torso and golden color gloves, inner cloak, belt and to top it, beautiful ginger glossy hairs flowing out of her mask similar to the bat-mask. Overall, the costume was shape hugging, a feast for the eyes.
"Robin, yours seems coming straight out from a circus, in the dark, you are visible. You don't want to use stealth or you don't know what it is?" Rolling on the ground to evade a fury of blows he continued his little speech before punching Robin in the chin.
He finally got an answer from Robin on an annoyed tone. "Shut it, you're as annoying as Flash."
Continuing to evade the blows, he continued to talk while mentally searching a solution "Oh Flash, yeah, pretty cool guy, a business model, do you know he is in pizza delivery business?"
He seemed to hear a slight giggle from Batgirl but wasn't sure.
He had a hard time catching his breath, and when batman joining the brawl, he received a punch in the nose followed by a knee kick in the stomach which sent him flying, Batman blows were really heavy.
"Wow, that hurt." Lifting his aching body from the floor just in time to evade a kick from Batgirl coming from above "By the way, where did you buy the car, it looks like a supercar and a tank, the union of useful and agreeable, I want that too."
Once again, Robin's voice echoed. "You never shut up, do you?"
"No, it reminds me that I'm still alive."
"From who do you want to avenge?" He finally heard the voice of Batman, and man, what a voice. That man is the living definition of awesome.
"You're quick-witted, that's Batman for you. As to who I want to kill, that's my business."
His deep voice echoed once again. "It's not too late to stop. You can obtain justice for what has been done to you. You'll go to jail but once your sentence served, you'll be able to restart anew." During that short conversation, the hero discreetly placed a tracker on him.
"I don't want justice; I want to see the despair on the face of that bastard as I torture him till death!" he howled his voice filled with wrath.
Aiden already found a plan to deal with Batman gadgets in the future, but now he couldn't use it, he had to find a way, and so did he. He suddenly slapped his ears, which during a short lapse of time deafened him, giving him the calm to focus and use his telekinesis to destroy Batman gadgets.
"Excuse me, but I have something else to do. See you later." Aiden said and took off the ground before flying away with all he had, but he heard behind him the sound of a car traversing Gotham at a prodigious speed.
He zigzagged, through the streets hoping to leave them behind but he was wrong, as he heard a peculiar sound, he looked behind him "Bikes? Where does it come from?" he was stupefied what he read on the internet about Batman resourcefulness wasn't some fanboy bragging.
He took out the tracker that Batman put on him during the fight; He detected it the instant he got back his powers, planning to use it as a way to let the superhero behind him. "Now it's time for Batman home delivery to Double Face gang."
Previously, he heard about a meeting when he "nicely" asked these past few days. He planned to lead Batman at a reunion of the Double Face gang and some others and let him behind during the chaos, then destroy the tracker or place it on someone else.
After a short flight, the abandoned factory that will host the reunion appeared in front of him, one of many in Gotham, which became with time the favorite places for criminals.
Speeding up, he broke through the wall with his telekinesis protecting him like a bubble, it was like a bulldozer, a part of the wall fell on the gang's members who howled in pain. "Home delivery, it's a gift, don't need to thank me, I hope you like it." Yelling that he didn't slow down in the slightest and gone through another wall, creating another aperture.
"IT'S BATMAN!!"
"KILL HIM!!"
"OPEN FIRE!"
The sound of Gunfire resounded through the cold night, with flickering illuminating the factory.
"Man, how popular can he be, no one knows me, I'm a poor anonymous" laughing aloud, he saw a van departing the factory, with a bright smile on his face he put the tracker on the van with his telekinesis "how generous am I might become a saint one day."
Hearing the sounds of gunfire diminishing, and the groaning of men's growing in number, he fled the factory flying in the sky. "Gotham is hell on earth but it's beautiful at night, all those skyscrapers in the dark illuminating the view."
Aiden took his time to go back home, in his civilian clothes he strolled around from one bar to another while emitting his detection field at his maximum capacity in his actual condition, after 2 hours of strolling he felt nothing, he went back to his apartment still maintaining his vigilance.
It was almost 4:00 AM and he couldn't help but think to the files he obtained at the Dimitrov manor: his parents bought new identity to the Dimitrov's twenty years ago; He found it by chance but he couldn't help but think about it again, again and again.
He hypothesized its months ago, just after their deaths, after all someone paid to see them dead.
Why? He asked himself this question an incalculable number of times.
Had they provoked someone they shouldn't?
Was it about money?
Had his parents taken part in something illegal?
But soon some of these questions were answered, he obtained the legacy without a hitch via Trent, and with Trent's contacts had in the NYPD, he found that his parents never had problems with justice and were never suspected of anything.
But with this revelation, new questions emerged: Who were they? What was their true name? Did they flee from someone all those years ago? Etc.
He had problems to sleep; he didn't even change his clothes reeking of sweat, in fact, he couldn't the pain was horrible he just lied down on his bed and finally fell asleep after some time.
7:00 AM
Tick Tick
Seeing the numbers on the alarm clock he thought to skip classes "With that pain, I can't go to…. Wait! Why don't I feel any pain" scanning his torso he marveled seeing his perfectly healthy skin "there are no bruises, no scars... I have a healing factor!"
Overjoyed, he started to exclaim loudly "Oh yeah, this is awesome…"
"Silence." He heard the voice of his grumpy neighbor always howling at him through the wall.
"Oh, shut up, just focus on your can of beer."
He dressed up and readied to go to the university, while thinking on the way, to who were his parents, and how to find more clues.
On the way, he discovered why he could let Batman behind him so easily, the Riddler had taken hostages to force Batman to play with him, he was soon beaten to a pulp and sent to Arkham Asylum, the others headlines were about the scandals of the Dimitrov family, some reporter even entitled "Gotham Tormentor - vigilante?".
All this news put a smile on his face.
Aiden barely listened in class preoccupied with these new questions harassing his thoughts, and establishing a counter-strategy against Batman gadgets, he also decided to train his physicals skills. He could win a lot of fights with his powers, but once he loses them, his precognition becomes his last defense.
He found a way to counter the effects of Batman gadget by creating a bubble around his ears to block all external sounds to protect him from Batman trick.
He decided to use the methods he developed in the past for combat, he can't restrain his strength against the Bat-family, even if they are normal humans, they are formidable opponents, far more experimented than him.
Enveloping his body in a thin film of air to protect him from harm and boosting the impacts from his blows. He also theoretically created a new way to interrogate people by exerting a slight pressure on the center of fear in the brain and many others. In the past he was worried to lose control and cause irreversible damage to his opponents, he only wants to kill the culprit of his parent's death not everyone in sight.
"You come to the library after class?" his stunning beauty of a classmate asked him that question while taking notes.
"No, I have some family problems to cope," he replied in a flat tone still gazing outside.
She seemed surprised as she raised her face and said in exaggeration, "Wow, Aiden Sharp and his mysterious family, maybe we'll see Superman in Gotham?"
"Ah-ah, I'm dying from laughter, too bad there is no grade for humor, you would finally get an F."
She replied him pridefully "Everyone laugh to my jokes; I have no equals."
"Yes, I confirm, they are as deadly as those of the Joker."
She pouted and showed her fists, "I'll punch you one day, and you'll regret."
"Oh, it would be a good idea, you could form a duo with Batgirl, `the redhead duo specialized in kicking ass' while we talk of it, have you thought to my idea to try on a latex suit?" He asked with a dark grin.
For an answer, he received a powerful kick in the leg.
"What was that? Your legs are in titanium? Shit, you could be less forceful, it hurt."
She laughed at him playfully. "No, I learned taekwondo, Muay-thaï, and a few other styles, you want to try? I can teach you."
"No, once is enough. You're sure to have a brain and not a hard drive up there?" rubbing his legs he told her "One day I'll pay you back, you'll see."
"Any time."
Aiden Apartment
7:00 PM
Back home, he searched all the personal stuff his parents left behind, that is to say not much, he found some trinkets belonging to his dead mother, the favorite jacket of his father.
He started to lose hope until he found his old family photo album, but yet again he found nothing, there was nothing that goes back further his birth.
"No, there has to be something."
Angered but not despaired by the results, he started to disassemble everything, tearing the jacket apart hoping to find a secret pocket, the trinkets, watches and everything of value was reduced into pieces and started to sort out all the photos from the album.
Here was the jackpot he found two photos hidden behind others, they showed peoples looking like doctors surrounded by skinny people in a poor living condition, maybe a humanitarian camp, after all, his father was a doctor, but none of the persons on the photos were his parents or appeared him even remotely familiar. Words were written at the back with a date "Camp #6, Bialya, 12 September"
Sigh "Another clue, another mystery to solve, couldn't it be easier?"
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Faylan
Faylan Hello everyone, it’s my first-time writing fanfiction or a novel. I hope you’ll like it.
English is not my birth tongue, so if you see something you can tell me, I’ll correct it.
If you have advice or tips for me, I’ll be thankful.
I published here an on Fanfiction. I would be happy to know you opinion on it.
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