24 Those Eyes are Unmistakable
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Honestly these upcoming chapters are becoming difficult to write thanks to the fact that at the start of the story I had no idea where I was going with this story in the beginning so I gotta build off my bs with more bs
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---Gojo POV---
My feet dangled down the side of building as I allowed the polluted air permeating through Gotham to caress me precariously
'Well that was anticlimactic,' Turning my smile upside down, I couldn't help but grumble as I reminisced on the day's events, 'They didn't even put up much of a fight...sure I wiped out most of their guards but damn, why did they go down so easily?"
Swaying my feet around, I savoured the sweet citrus flavour of the sweet in my mouth with a sigh
Satoru. Satoru. Satoru. Satoru. Satoru
'Life is just too easy when you're too strong…don't even get to live out my Monkey Man fantasies'
Satoru. Satoru. Satoru. Satoru. Satoru?!
'Whoever keeps calling my name can they fuck off! Can't they see I'm pou-!'
A crushed soda can launched itself through the air only to be ultimately stopped by a mysterious unseen force surrounding me
"Hey! What was that for?!" I pointed at the blonde archer who walked towards me with a scowl
"I should be the one asking the questions here," She glided towards fully suited up in emerald and jade, "What are you even doing here?"
I wanted to shoot back with a question that mimicked her own but catching sight of the face that seemed riddled with questions - I refrained from my usual behaviour, "Here to blow off some steam~"
"..Right...blow off some - what's with the whole, beating up the owner ruining this whole fight club?" She questioned, the lapping wind disrupting the calm sea of her hair for an instant
"Bounty." I redirected my attention to the crime fuelled city below, sensing, touching, sensuously feeling the negative emotions of everything this city had to offer.
"Bounty...!" The exclamation of her tone was evident and at the cock of her eyebrow, it was clear she wanted answers, "...Who?"
"Penguin," I answered to her surprise and anxiety, "Beat the shit out of a bunch he's probably affiliated with not to mention my other side gigs...~kinda surprised it's been this long since someone took an interest in Moi"
"..Still a bounty, from penguin of all peop- wait! White hair... bounty...terrorised former criminal gangs of Gotham...you're the White Devil aren't you?"
I swivelled my head until my gaze met hers underneath my tinted opaque sunglasses with mirth and mischief playing in my six eyes, "That's a cringe worthy name they've given me ain't it?..haaah the thugs of Gotham aren't really creative are they"
"You don't seem to be all that phased knowing that you have a target on your back" If there was anything that shocked her the most in our convo, this seemed to be it
"Should I be worried? It just a bunch of weaklings intent on having me dead... now that I say it out loud, it sounds more interesting" I clutched my chin whilst the anticipation or more so excitement of what to expect dawned on me, "If there's anyone that should worry its you~"
"Huh? Why?" She inquisitively asked with curiosity
"You don't know? ~Cause you're weak as hell hehe," I snickered at the glare she shot me afterwards
I continued to laugh for a while to her annoyance before rising from my perch atop the ledge to fully face her, "Well~ this is been cool and all but I have places to be, people to see, thugs to beat - you get it?"
I friskily passed by her, my hands readying themselves to clasp together s negative energy swelled around me but was surprisingly stopped by the call of the hero behind me
"Wait!" She stopped me, to my confusion. Taking my silence as a signal to continue, she went on to speak, "What you said yesterday...is it true?"
'My memories a little foggy...hmm - oh!' The memories of our discussion came to light amid my mind, causing my grin to grow ever more wider, "What? You still don't think we should trust you?"
"That isn't it!" She exclaimed in vehemence and at the realisation of her outburst she composed herself more then spoke further, "How can you trust me?
"Why can't I?" I responded with a question of my own
"You know my origins don't you? Sportsmaster. Cheshire hell even my mom is an ex con" she narrated on, "I'm confused why-"
Why does it matter?" I asked with exasperation barely hidden in my voice, "Do your origins define you as a person? You're you and you're part of the team - that's all that matters"
"But-" She desperately attempted to remove the lodge in her throat before giving in to the quiet of the night. Lowering her head, contemplation was etched onto her expression.
There was hesitation and reluctance to accept my words as truth clear as crystal on her face as well but I didn't care as long as the message was delivered she could mull over it all she wants
"Artemis." She lifted her head as her blue eyes clashed with my likewise sapphire eyes that glowed brighter than her own, "You'll reach your own conclusion of my words, I know it - until then.. Peace~!"
I threw up a peace sign like an anime girls and teleported elsewhere - a darker more grimier area of Gotham where I didn't need the six eyes to see the monstrous wave of negativity warp and contort ferociously
"Man.. I've been making too many speeches," I heaved out a sigh, slipping my hands into the pockets sown on to my sides, "People would think I'm a coach or teacher with the way I've been dishing them out.. ironic - maybe it's a curse"
I trudged along the street until the visage of my destination was practically in arm's reach, "Now... onto greater things
A flightless bird growing too arrogant"
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--3rd POV--
Repulsive. A common thug. Pretentious. Corrupted. Greed personified. Absolutely vile. Criminal. The list of words used to describe the man that sat indulging on delicacies and sweet treats was endless and never ending.
Words spoken and delivered in hushed tones and behind closed secure doors became ink to a pen used to drip and write the pages detailing the life of one such villain
And yet the villain in question cared not for the words of the masses. No. He was ever so indifferent to their existence, these whispers that painted his canvas
Why would he be disconcerted by them? After all the whispers disappear at the wave of a hand. This is the power he wields.
Oswald Chesterfield Cobblepot
A man of old money and ancestral wealth. A port long nosed greedy little man, a Machiavellian that upheld the Underworld. He hid from the light and controlled the dark
A truly despicable man
A man who sat alone at a table that could seat 20, decorated with food that could feed hundreds
"The food today is rather foul tasting," With swift motion he threw the plate before him into a nearby wall and watched sternly as the it shattered into chipped jaded shards, "Bring me the chef"
"..Yes Master Cobblepot," An aged butler accompanied by eight gruff heavily armed guardsman spoke in a submissive tone, " I shall bring him right away"
"Hm.. while you're at it, call a few more guards," The fat man ordered, "Something feels off to me"
With a nod, the servant left the room, allowing the room to descend into silence amidst the chews and scrapes against a plate
'Yes...something feels very wrong. The Bat? No he would have no reason to, after all I've been laying low after last time's events.. then who?' Cobblepot thought to himself, finally ceasing his need to devour everything that littered the table.
He lifted his head as the instinct of his mind screamed that something was extremely wrong.
Signalling for his guards to come to him, a sudden shatter of all the lights in the room ensured that if he didn't believe something was wrong before - he did so now
The room delved into darkness as Cobblepot brought out a weirdly proportioned umbrella
"You're Batman mimicry is over. Come out," Sweat cascaded down the strangely beaked billionaire, 'What...What is this?'
"..Is that right~?" A ethereal voice emerged from the darkness and as if on cue
A single intoxicating cerulean glowed through the darkness striking fear into Oswald without warning...
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