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Chapitre 228: CHAPTER 225

That morning I laid reclined in bed with Jason by my side as he sipped on a cup of coffee, while I had some oranges.

"Nothing like a hot cup of coffee to kick start your day." Jase taunted as he deeply inhaled the delicious aroma of the coffee, then took a big sip from it.

The doctor had me lay off coffee for a while, at least until I was back at full health and not under certain medications, but Jase found it amusing to taunt me with it since caffeine was one of my favorite pick me up.

"Do that again and you might just have another meeting with death, just this time there won't be some miraculous Lazarus pit juju to bring you back." I replied with a stern expression on me, not wanting to give Jase the pleasure of taunting me any further.

"I was just playing dude, it's not every time you end up in an hospital bed which gives me the opportunity to mess with you a bit. Come on, you don't have to be so cold about it." Jase defended.

"I know, but do not joke with my caffeine." I replied as I grabbed the remote and switched on the TV in my hospital room. "You remind me of Batman in some way, you guys really can't take a joke when it comes to little things you care about."

"Of course I can, I joke around all the time. Just not with my caffeine, you were making me sound like some addict or something."

"When you put it that way, it's hard for me to think otherwise." Jase replied while a nurse walked into the hospital room. "Time for your daily check up Mr. Hendricks." She said with a smile on her face.

My good looks and unique feature had made me quite popular among the female nurses at the hospital, so much so that they get excited for my daily check up.

"Kindly excuse us sir." She politely said to Jase who just gulped down the last bit of coffee in his mug. " Sure, but one question." He replied, earning himself a raised eye brow, wondering what the fuck Jason might be curious of that he'd ask my nurse..

"Sure, what is it?"

"While you guys have him on medication, I hope you have some drugs that could cure his actual illness." He vaguely said, earning himself a confused look from the nurse who was about replacing the drip placed on me.

"And what might that be?" She nervously asked, unsure of where Jase was getting at.

"What I mean is, my buddy over here is suffering from a serious case known as 'Nut job' and I hope he gets cured or reformed during his time here." He clarified, using his fingers to do air quotes around the word nut job.

"What?" She asked, a bit confused and flustered.

"Don't mind my friend here, he's a bit unstable upstairs. We've tried many ways to help him but it seems it keeps getting worse." I sympathetically said, slowly shaking my head in pity as I did so.

"Oh…" Her only response, unsure of what to make of that or how to reply.

Jase just stood up, walked towards the door, took one last look at me while squinting his eyes, before walking out the room without uttering a single word.

The nurse just exhaled in relief before proceeding. "Does it still hurt that much?" She asked while peeling off the previous bandage placed upon the bullet wound on my chest. "Not as much, considering how much you guys have me pumped full of painkillers." I replied, getting a small chuckle in return.

"We only administer moderate and appropriate amount of painkillers, you could stop with the exaggeration." She replied, redressing the wound with fresher bandages.

While she did so, I looked upon the TV screen and saw the update I've been waiting for since the night I had Jase pass on those jaw dropping and incriminating info to Vicki Vale.

Top citizens of Gotham City and crime lords whom the police had found it difficult to bring down all these years were all going to jail and stripped of all assets as solid evidence regarding their illegal dealings and corruptions had come to light.

A few top citizens who were regarded as some of the few pillars of Gotham City like the Wayne's are, were all getting their names and reputations dragged through the muds.

A smirk suddenly appeared across my lips as I saw the headline which made me let out a little laughter, the people seemed to be a bit too dramatic in my opinion. The information I released against a few who opposed my rising as Ghost and those who might become a pain in the ass late on the future, was merely a fraction of what really goes on beneath and is enclosed from the public eyes.

The elegant looking Fang and the seductive Charlotte from the anonymous group known as the Sparrow's, both visited a shopping mall so Charlotte could get a few things for herself.

"Remind me again why we needed to come shopping so early in the morning." Fang requested with a lazy tone, reclined in a chair he pushed off two legs and had both his legs crossed on a table.

"Because we are going to hunting, you know I always go shopping for a new dress before hunting my prey and sending them off to wherever dead people go." She said with a bit of struggle in her voice, as she tested on a fiery red skin tight dress.

"I know but why? It's a drag." Fang replied while he had a silver coin twirling mid air right above his index finger. "It's stupid and a waste of time if you ask me." He added.

"Your opinion doesn't matter anyway." She replied, stepping out the changing room. "How do I look in this dress?" She asked.

"Thought you said my opinion didn't matter." He replied.

"Shut up and answer me."

He let out a lazy groan before answering. "There's literally a mirror in there, and you're standing next to another mirror. I don't get why you need my opinion on you look good or not when you can decide that for yourself." Fang replied as he glanced at her from head to toe.

"You really are as dense as the silvers you bend." She said with an air of sarcasm. "I already know how good the dress looks on me, am not blind. I was just asking to get a guy's opinion, and you're my boyfriend for crying out loud."

"You look dashing in anything, especially red dresses." He complimented as he dropped his legs then got on his feet.

"I could go on this job alone and kill the idiot with the rabbit hair." He said, referring to Tom's white hair.

"I know you are more than capable, but we need to make it seem like some sort of accident and not a direct assassination. That's how we operate, kill the prey like it was some horrible stroke of bad luck." She calmly replied, checking herself put on the mirror as Fang got close to her and grabbed her by the waist from behind.

"He's at an hospital right now, I could head over there, slip in a bit of liquid silver into his veins and he would be dead before anyone knows it." He said, pressing his lips against her cheek as he landed a kiss on it.

"The risk of getting seen by someone or anything suspicious turning up is too great because it might sway them from the idea of it being an accident." She replied, reaching for his face as she turned around to face him and wrapped her arms above his shoulders.

"Why do we care about Jamie's little rules, we could kill him in broad day light and they'd never be able to find us. So why stay this discreet?" He questioned.

"Jamie is our boss and the strongest of all of us, he's not our boss for his strength but because of his capabilities. We listen to him and obey because he always makes the right call."

"Up until recently when his call led to Stella going missing, probably dead for all we know."

"I know, no one could have known going after the target would lead to such dilemma. He some of our guys are looking into it and trying to find out what really happened to her." Charlotte said before reaching for Fang's lips and placing a kiss on it, of which he reciprocated.

She pulled back and looked him in the eye with their arms still wrapped around each other. "Let's get this done as quickly as we possibly can, valentine is right around the corner and I want nothing bothering us." She said as they continued to make out.

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Chapitre 229: CHAPTER 226

[Tom Hendricks POV ]

After a week at the hospital, I was finally getting discharged and the commissioner came to see me off with a couple of officers since the front of the hospital was swarming with reporters who were totally itching for a word from me.

While Jason signed off some documents for me since I didn't have any family in Gotham, and he was my housemate.

"I heard, you have relatives over at Star City. Why didn't anyone come to visit you at the hospital? Or you aren't In good terms?" Gordon questioned, taking off his glasses as he used his handkerchief to clean the lenses before putting it back on.

"I won't say that. Yes I've spent an holiday with my grandparents and get to speak with them over the phone a couple times in a month, but I don't really know them." I replied, since my amnesia I've lived life just as it was presented to me, alone.

"You seem to have it rough kid, nothing beats the love of family." He replied. "Have you ever been betrayed by a family member you loved and trusted?" I asked.

"Huh, no. Where'd that come from?"

"I believe betrayal beats the love of family because the people who actually hurt us the most, are those we let ourselves care for and love." I replied as I dressed up, putting on a black leather jacket over a white inner shirt.

"That's deep." He replied with slow nods as he mused on it for a second. "I don't know why you are so adamant on getting discharged so soon, no one actually stays in the hospital for just a week after a fatal bullet wound."

"I've had a lot of time to think this past week. I've never really liked hospitals, being admitted at an hospital again just reminded me of the first day I woke up from the accident which had led to the death of my parents and brother, also resulting in my complete loss of memory." I casually said, without showing the slightest bit of emotions like a person would normally do.

Before I could get to my point of bringing that up, Jason came into the room. "We are all set and ready to go, although we have to deal with the mob of reporters outside." He said as he picked up my bag and gestured for us to head out.

"Don't worry about the reporters, Gotham PD would ensure you get out without too much of a hassle." The commissioner assured me as he got on his feet.

Upon stepping out of the hospital, we were bombarded by multiple flashing cameras as the officers tried holding back the reporters from getting past them and to us.

"Commissioner, Mr. Hendricks, a word!" Vicki Vale yelled, stretching her mic forward as her cameraman kept rolling.

"A word Mr. Hendricks..." Other reporters yelled.

"Do you feel safe Mr. Hendricks?" Another yelled, leaving the commissioner no choice but to address the public before unwanted speculations began to spread across the media and the city. Gotham PD might loss face if that were to happen.

"Go on ahead, I need to have a few words with the media people so they don't go on ahead reporting using their own words." He said as he headed towards the barricade of officers.

"I have a few words of my own which I would like to share with the public." I said to him, but only got a jaded sigh in response. "Okay kid." He replied, as I walked behind him while Jason waited behind us, still vigilant in case of another assassination attempt was to occur.

Although he wasn't particularly worried about me but of the people who were present at the scene. If a bullet was to be shot at me and it gets deflected, there's a very high chance of it finding it's way into someone else.

Like before, the commissioner walked over to Vicki to give a brief statement regarding the Incident and how the police intend on improving the security and safety of the people. All while bringing down those responsible for the terrorist attack and of the attempt on my life.

"Mr. Hendricks, how are you feeling about all this?" She asked as I stepped forward, approaching her just like Gordon had done earlier. Taking a closer look at her, she was rather hot for a reporter, I could say the same for Lois Lane.

"About what in particular?" I replied, urging her to be more specific with her questions than beat around the bush or proceed with roundabout questioning.

"I mean in general, about getting wrongfully accused and attempt on your life from people who maybe holds a grudge against you for the incident and do not believe you are innocent of the charges like the police has confirmed."

"Honestly it sucks, if they do not agree with the police on my innocence, then it's their own headache and they could go suck a dick for all I care. In my life I've had a couple of close run-ins with death and I can say I no longer fear it."

"That's quite a bold statement." She replied. "So you're not scared of getting murdered?" She pressed on, other reporters at the scene quiet down and awaited my response with their pen, booklet, and mics in hand.

"Life is a fleeting thing and very fragile, it could be snuffed out in the most unpredictable way. If I remain scared of a threat upon my life, then I wouldn't be able to live life to its fullest." I said, taking in a deep breath as I continued.

"If I die then that's it, that's the end. Nothing to think about, maybe the feeling of regret from not being able to achieve my current or long term goals." I said, shifting her focus to questions concerning my agenda as the saint the country would soon get to know and love.

"Could you elaborate on a few of those goals of yours? The people would be curious as to what's next for you after all this." She questioned one more time.

"Sure." The short answer I gave in response before going into the details. "Gotham is a city well known for its bad reputation and its habitation of crazies. For the past year I've wondered how a city ended up to be this way, and when I finally became a victim of this hazardous craziness, I got to grasp a little bit of understanding as to the questions I ask myself."

"What would those questions be? And what do you intend on doing about them." She pressed on.

"I'm afraid that is a bit personal. But after my encounters with the dangers of this city twice in a row, I came to a decision." Looking straight into the camera, Tom continued.

"I've decided that am going to invest the rest of my days in building a better world for the next generation, not just the people of this city but I will do my part in ensuring a safer world." He said with a bit of passion in his voice, almost sounding like a politician who was actually speaking from experience and not just some bullshit manifesto they wouldn't even pay mind to once they are appointed into office.

"That is indeed admirable, but how are you going to do such? You do not have the funds for that, just the inheritance you got from your parents and family's wealth." Vicki said as an almost sinister-looking smirk creeped to the side of her lips, expecting him to somehow choke on his own words since he wouldn't be able to back up the promise he was making.

"Seems your encounter with death has left you a bit delusional. Scratch that, completely delusional." She added.

"If you had done a proper research on me, you would have known I made some good investments with my inheritance. So never question my wealth if you haven't done your homework." Tom coldly replied, having a neutral expression on his voice as the passion heard earlier in his voice completely made a disappearing act, sending slight shivers done Vicki's spine, leaving Vicki with questions about his personality.

Tom's statement left the commissioner in a state of bewilderment because when his team did an investigation on Tom, they found nothing about investments or anything on him apart from his inheritance.

"Could you kindly name a few?" She urged, wanting a hint on where to start her assignment on digging up falsehood to his claims.

"I am not inclined to answering that. I would like you all to stop focusing on the past but rather on the present and my workings towards the future." Tom declined without any rudeness but with an assuring tone.

"Where do you intend to start?" A reporter asked from the side. "With the children of course, they are the future of humanity. Their upbringing and environment has a big role in how they end up later on in society." This statement earned him an applaud from the small crowd.

With that, Tom was immediately escorted towards a police vehicle. He had already spent too much time talking with the media, and there was no guarantee of him not getting another attempt on his life.


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