9 Chapter 9

Krystian's luck in encountering strange phenomena was, in his personal opinion, astonishing. The first intriguing phenomenon occurred in the early morning, before the sun could dispel the darkness shrouding the space.

At this hour, Krystian opted for a walk. Despite the challenges of the preceding day, Krystian's body seemed to possess an abundance of energy, preventing him from sleeping until sunrise. Though The commotion in the parking lot also contributed minimally to his premature end of rest.

In the soft glow of the old street lamps, where the sun has yet to touch the horizon, the small parking lot in front of the dingy motel brims with uncertainty and mystery. Surrounded by shadows, this parking lot seems imbued with untold history and intrigue, a place where time pauses momentarily, allowing Krystian to ponder.

Two narrow entrance roads are etched into the gray, cracked surface of the parking lot, welcoming visitors to this humble corner. Weeds tangle amidst the cracks of the asphalt, creating a contrast between the abandoned space and the occasional bursts of life that intersect this void.

In the sensual quiet of the morning, before the day's sounds fully settle, vibrations linger in the air above the parking lot. Perhaps only the faint creaking of distant branches or the whisper of leaves stirred by a gentle breeze can be heard. Low-hanging fog casts misty halos around the lanterns, their glow diminishing as dawn nears.

Single lanterns, mounted on short poles, cast only a faint light across the space. Their yellowish glow appears intensified against the surrounding darkness, yet it fails to fully disperse the shadows.

And just beneath one of the aforementioned lampposts, Krystian, standing before the door to his apartment, notices two rough-looking men tossing an elongated dark bag, eerily reminiscent of a person, into the open trunk of a car.

Although initially Krystian did not intend to interfere in the specific situation that took place in the parking lot. After taking a few steps, Krystian noticed that the surface under his feet was a bit strange. The floor of the corridor was made of simple gray tiles, but now his footsteps made an unpleasant sound. When he looked at his feet, he saw blood, a bloody trail coming from one of the apartments next door, judging by the strange noises he heard yesterday. It wasn't hard to connect the dots, which is what happened here.

However, Krystian had no intention of playing the hero. Before he could even leave the corridor or activate any power he might possess, he heard the voice of one of the thugs who was currently stuffing the unfortunate man's body into the trunk of the car.

(Thug-1): Hehe... Cooperate, maybe the boss will show you mercy... Hasn't the death of that bitch taught you anything?... Fucking thief... I'm wondering. Why were you stupid enough to steal Two-Face's Loot... Yeah... you're bleeding out... Jim, if the idiot lives to make it to Gotham, get him patched up before we get him to the boss.

The second thug appeared to engage in a conversation with his more vocal companion. However, due to the distance between Krystian and the car in question, he couldn't make out the exact words spoken by the second thug.

Nevertheless, despite the distance, Krystian managed to grasp much of what the louder thug was saying. Firstly, he mentioned their recent neighbor who had engaged in excessively loud sexual activity in one of the rooms a few hours earlier. Apparently, this neighbor was a traitor from the Two-Face gang, an infamous crime organization in Gotham. The gang's distinguishing feature was a disfigured half of the face and possibly the body, along with a system of flipping a coin.

It became apparent that Krystian's former neighbor was the individual who had robbed this notorious gangster. The words "theft" and "thief" seemed to resonate strongly with Krystian, triggering a peculiar train of thought in his mind.

"If I have this kind of power, I can basically do anything", "Fuck, if I have enough time I can move all the furniture out of the white house", "Fuck, I can literally strip Star Fire naked and keep her costume as a souvenir!" !".

These are just a fraction of the thoughts that were running through his mind at that moment. However, the laughter that accompanied it seemed crazy, quite peculiar indeed. It's hard to describe it in words, but there were two bandits standing in the parking lot. Mistaking Krystian for the infamous prince of crime, they exclaimed "Fuck, the Joker is here" and quickly left the Motel parking lot. And Krystian, laughing madly, heard the car driving away for a moment.

At this point, Krystian's psyche changed, or rather aggressively modified. Which, in this strange moment, outlined his new goal... a goal that would in the future begin the cycle of a legend that would shake the world.

After this incident, Krystian descended into a brief, fleeting madness. A more apt description might be "gleefully robbing passersby without concern for repercussions." Krystian made his way to a nearby bar where, during several pauses in time, he pilfered from everyone present, including the bartender and the cash register. His thievery extended beyond mere money; Krystian also absconded with several bottles of the bar's priciest alcohol, a pair of denim pants straight from one of the customers, and several belts adorned with intriguing buckles.

Krystian found himself several meters away from the store where he had purchased a baseball bat, a mask, and a leather jacket the day before. However, before he could enter, a peculiar bomb detonated on the other side of the street. As expected, the explosion produced a deafening noise, shattering the windows of the store across the street and sending glass and wood shards scattering onto the sidewalk. What made this explosion unique was the incredibly bright glow that preceded it.

The cause of this phenomenon, as it turned out, was Dr. Light.

In the daylight glow, the figure of Dr. Lighta glows bright blue as she rushes away from the jewelry store. His gestures are nervous and his movements are hurried, as if pursued by invisible forces. In his hands he holds stolen jewels that reflect the sun's rays, sparkling like trapped lights in the hands of a villain.

Krystian, standing in the distance, watches the whole scene with curiosity and amazement. His gaze follows the trinkets as they head towards the fleeing Dr. Lighta. Krystian's eyes show a mixture of emotions: surprise, curiosity, greed and fascination, in equal proportions.

Every step of Dr. Lighta seems like a desperate escape from a chase. His figure shimmers in the sun, reflecting the light like an emanation of evil that has just been unleashed on the city streets. Krystian feels his heart beat faster when he sees the villain running away in the crowd of street noise.

In this brief moment, all items in Dr.'s possession. Light seems to be the embodiment of danger, the commodity that Krystian longs to have, which has crept into an ordinary, everyday day. His gestures bring a note of tension and drama to the life of the street scene that Krystian never expected to experience firsthand.

However, Krystian's initial intentions took a dark turn as he planned to rob Dr. Light himself. He stopped time in a secluded spot, swiftly changing into Dr. Plaga's shaggy jacket and mask. Determined to pursue his nefarious plan, Krystian sets off to track Dr. Light's movements.

The chase unfolds as a cat-and-mouse game, with Krystian trailing Dr. Light through the city streets. With the ability to manipulate time at his disposal, Krystian orchestrates a series of calculated moves. He deactivates his power at strategic intervals, allowing Dr. Light to gain ground before reactivating it, freezing time momentarily and giving himself a chance to catch up.

As the chase progresses, Krystian finds himself navigating through alleys and side streets, always staying one step behind Dr. Light. His heart races with adrenaline as he anticipates the moment when he can finally confront the elusive villain.

The pursuit is a blend of stealth and strategy, with Krystian lurking in the shadows, observing Dr. Light's every move. Each time he deactivates his power, he watches Dr. Light dart ahead, only to freeze time again and resume the chase.

Despite the danger and uncertainty, Krystian remains determined to see his plan through to the end. With each passing moment, the tension mounts, and the stakes grow higher in this high-stakes game of cat and mouse.

As Krystian continues to pursue Dr. Light, a surge of indescribable joy courses through him with each step of the chase. Watching the infamous villain flee ignites a flurry of thoughts in Krystian's mind, as he strategizes the goals he hopes to achieve from capturing him. The initial plan to rob Dr. Light the moment he stopped momentarily fades from Krystian's mind, replaced by a new, more ambitious objective.

As Dr. Light darts into a dark alley, Krystian observes with keen interest. His anticipation peaks as he witnesses the villain press a seemingly innocuous brick on the wall, unveiling a secret passage leading to his hideout. A mischievous grin spreads across Krystian's face as he realizes an opportunity presenting itself.

With precise timing, Krystian stops time at the opportune moment, revealing a peculiar sight behind the secret entrance. Instead of elevator, he sees... a stairs . His amusement grows as he comprehends the situation unfolding before him. Entering the villain's lair before Dr. Light even reaches the interior of his own hideout suddenly seems ridiculously easy.

With a newfound sense of confidence and determination, Krystian steps forward, ready to explore the depths of Dr. Light's lair and unravel the mysteries concealed within. As he crosses the threshold into the darkness, he knows that the chase has only just begun, and the true test of his cunning and wit awaits in the shadows.