Vigilante

Rough hands held the young man’s arms behind him as a fist was thrust into his stomach but his eyes widened when he felt the metal pressed against his back each punch drove him further onto the knife behind him which he knew if he moved wrong could cripple him. He took a deep breath and took a chance during a much-needed hesitation to kick the man in front of him. He moved his arms so the man behind him was thrown forward. The knife was thrust roughly from his back barely causing him to wince. He looked to see that both of the men were on unconscious.  He quickly moved to tie their hands and called Jim Gordon then made his exit but found he couldn’t move fast enough and started feeling the effect of his blood loss the world getting darker as he fell to his knees blacking out.

When he came to he found himself in a hospital and quickly sat up and tried to get a feel for his surroundings and looked to the door when he heard someone come in a stranger most likely his doctor or he assumed to be. “Um, I guess I should thank you, I guess I got a little carried away last night” He tried to reason with a small smile. 

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Most hunters frowned at the young billionaire's style of hunting and his family’s motto of not killing the demon they hunt but simply catching them putting the more violent of beings in Arkham. Most if not all of them had been or became obsessed with Bruce one way or another especially those who had watched him grow from the lost boy to a young determined teen. Some of the more dangerous ones talking about seeing the darkness in Bruce. 

 Now that he was a little older Bruce took it one step further housing some in his own manor which he had rebuilt to house the less violent spirits and monsters and he even brought one along sometimes if he needed a more supernatural hand. Though he hadn’t taken anyone with him this time. Not even Alfred which may have been a mistake but he could talk to him through a piece in his ear. “Master Bruce did you actually check what we are dealing with before you decided to go bumbling in on your own.” The older man tsked shaking his head. “Well how do we know what we are dealing with until we actually deal with it.” He then turned when he heard a noise. “Something’s here.” He moved to take out a small knife from inside his trenchcoat it was lined with salt and waited for whatever it was to show itself.

Bruce had taken on maybe too much, too fast but he had chosen to after all he couldn’t help but feel partly responsible for Gotham becoming what it was now they were still in recovery. Luckily they weren’t completely on lockdown anymore he was able to fly supplies and food in and out of the city but many people had no means or chose to stay. He worked to make sure the stores were fully restocked and he had some help keeping everyone safe and in order. 

“No, Alfred. I didn’t intend to walk into an ambush.” Bruce told him as he spoke into the phone his voice was lowered in case he had been followed. “But it looks like I’ve lost them.” He had hurried his way onto the roof before anyone could see him jumped to another to get some distance between himself and his pursuers. “Right...Just let me remind you, I told you so. What did you think was going to happen they ask you over for tea? “ That earned a light laugh. “Yes, Alfred that’s exactly what I thought.” Alfred sighed. “Right, don’t forget you have a meeting in the morning.” But before Bruce could respond he heard a noise behind him instantly his fingers drew the small knives as he glanced to the side to check who or what was approaching him.