#[prologue]

[bleedinggodtheory]

Bleeding God Theory Prologue - Page 6

[ddaz3d-and-cc0nfused]

PROLOGUE

“You just made the worst mistake And you’ll regret it, darling…”

pairing: spencer reid x reader

summary: walking home from a late night at the office seemed like a good idea in the moment.

word count: 1132

warnings: fluff in the beginning, implied photos of murder (in the files!), murder, and ofc, "main character death".

a/n: HAR HAR HAR here we are again *i say as i rub my hands together villainously* i'm so excited to get this series started!! i tried to get as much fluff in as I could before things started to suck, and trust me, they're going to!!! *i laugh evilly again*

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It was nights like these when you enjoyed the paperwork the most.

Sure, it’s a bit morbid, seeing as most of them are murder cases, but the night was lit up with stars, and the cool autumn breeze was just starting to nip at your fingertips.

The office was quiet besides the few just like yourself that decided to stay late to finish up some files, and it wasn’t like Aaron rushed you guys on the speed in which you got things done, so that made it all the more motivating to start.

Your head was buried in the sand, completely oblivious to the work around you as the words on the pages seemed to blur together as you tore through them with an alarming speed.

Admittedly, today was slow, the only entertaining thing that happened was the fact that Derek and Emily had a severe case of butter fingers; with Emily's cup slipping off her desk to Derek's coffee falling in his lap.

A smile tugs at the corner of your lip at the memory, the monotonous writing that you’ve subjected yourself to pausing.

And it seems as though someone had been waiting for you to stop, because Spencer slides into your point of view by standing in front of your desk, readjusting his bag on his shoulder in an awkward manner.

You can already feel the butterflies swarming in your stomach when you look up to acknowledge him, and that’s when the smile you had been holding back sets itself free.

“Hey.” You croak in an unattractive manner, which has you all but scrambling to take a sip out of your bottle of water. 

“Hi,” Spencer says with a small grin, “Are you about to leave?” 

You clear your throat after taking a hearty sip, and you shake your head. “I’m planning on staying behind tonight.” His brows furrow. “But it’s already –” He cuts himself off to look at his watch. “Twelve in the morning.”

You’re flustered by his fussing, but it just causes you to smile even wider. “I know, I know.” You groan. “But these files aren’t going to fill themselves out. Plus, if we get a case tomorrow, I’d rather not come back to a bigger stack.”

He seems to ponder on something, nibbling on the inside of his cheek before speaking. “How about if you come in early tomorrow morning, I’ll help you.” Your eyes widen. “Really?” He nods.

“Thank you!” You all but cheer. 

‘It’s a date’ You wish you could add.

“Well, I’m almost done with this one, so I’m just gonna finish up and I’ll head out. Promise.” He narrows his eyes at you skeptically. “Spence, I promise!” You laugh as you reiterate again.

“I could wait for you, if you’d like. We could catch the bus together.”

“Nah,” You decline. “The weather is nice out, so I wanna walk.” You cross your arms on your desk and lean on them. “If anything happens, I know how to fight. I’m an Agent too, y’know.”

Spencer looks reluctant to agree with your insistence on being alone, but you know that he understands that he can’t hover, so he takes a step back and nods.

“Alright. Be safe, okay?”

“Okay.” You nod once more.

You wish him well as he heads towards the elevator, and you don’t look away from the metal doors until they close fully.

The smile on your face softens, but nonetheless remains on your face as you finish up, Spencer’s previously sweet concern fueling you to practically fly through the pages.The gore on the pages barely affects you anymore as you scan picture after picture, filling out acknowledgements on dotted lines. 

You can feel the fatigue setting in as you shut the manilla folder, huffing as you leave on your desk and begin to put things in your bag. 

The emptiness of the office should be eerie, but it’s rather peaceful, you liked to think. You wave goodbye to the security guard standing near the front doors, the woman at the front desk long gone. 

The wind kisses your cheeks as you begin to walk, your shoes padding quietly on the concrete as you take off home.

Spencer was a… reluctant friend. A sweet office romance, if you will.

He was sweet in an awkward way, always trying to do good by himself and others and somehow sometimes getting in his own way. It was laughable really, how someone so smart could have their own human-like faults as well.

That’s what you admire about him, that’s what made you fall in love.

God forbid you ever tell him, though. Who knows what kind of coworker fraternizing rules they had put in place.

You weren’t even sure he likes you back. Yeah, he often checks on you, brings you coffee to help you battle your exhaustion, and even helps like tonight when he knew you needed it, but he does that with everyone.

You shiver, your shoulders jumping as you pull your blazer tighter around yourself.

‘Ugh’ you can’t help but groan internally, the chilly sweater weather always makes you feel so sappy.

You take a turn into a familiar alleyway, a cut through you always take on nights like these.

The air quickly turns stagnant when you pass through, the noise from the barren traffic halting, leaving you in an eerie silence. Now, it was creepy.

You throw a look behind your shoulder, but see nothing behind you, just the small space illuminated by the orange street lights. Your hand twitches toward the gun settled on your hip, half tempted to keep it outside your person just in case, but you resist.

You throw one last long look behind you before continuing forward.

The pain came before the sound.

Your chest felt as though someone had punched through it as you fell to the ground. You didn’t even acknowledge the bite of the fall, or the pain that ricocheted through your skull.

Your body ached and yet you couldn’t move your limbs. You had no idea where you were going, your thought process growing fuzzy. You attempted to lift your hand up, but it felt like there were weights tied to your wrists.

You fought it, and your palm was met with a sticky red substance that clung to every crevice of your hand.

Huh.

When did you get shot?

The world in your peripherals grew murky, the only thing you could focus on was the sky as your hand finally fell back to the side of you.

The smell of metal invaded your nose, and a sickening nausea overtook your body. You wanted to throw up, you wanted to move, you wanted to cry.

So many things and yet nothing at all.

Huh.

When did you close your eyes?

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[thewatcher0nthewall]

"Dance with me then"

[bones-of-a-rabbit]

Abandonment Issues, prologue (pt2) (pt1 here!)

(sorry that its only two pages i have been having a rough time lately but i wanted to prove that i havent forgotten abt this, at the very least hhhfh im going to work on it more often i promise)

[thearchivesofhalcyon]

DEMO (Released: 18/01 / Prologue and Chapter One) | FEEDBACK FORM

You are living a good life, you can’t complain. As a government agent who works for a national security intelligence firm called Halcyon Tech, your position is the beginning of a bright future ahead and a name to hold, and you’re happy with that until your boss decides that it’s time for the Government and the Company to part ways. It was the day of your 24th birthday when you were caught in the middle of a war you didn’t want to be. And as if the gunshots were fireworks, they wished you a Happy Birthday, turning your life upside down. Now you find yourself entangled in a conspiracy theory that you thought could only be real in movies, and you have to fight against that to have your life back together along with your new team formed with old and new partners. Are you willing to protect the Halcyon secrets with your life? Or are you going to blow them up for the world to see?

Rating: 16+.

Content Warnings: Violence, Death, Alcohol, Sexual Content, Strong Language.

Select your gender, pronouns, appearance, sexuality, personality and backstory through your choices.

Have a little companion robot!

Be a proud owner of a pet that suits you, or be a plant parent.

Choose to take revenge on the ones who got in your way, or help them clean up the mess you all are involved in.

Build up your goals and motivations and see them grow real, or drag you to your failure.

Romance and befriend five companions: the stoic CEO of the Halcyon Tech Company; your charismatic, but stubborn best friend and sidekick; your unpredictable, ambiguous and charming commander; a shy, but overburdened agent with a mysterious past; and an genius with an easy-going personality and a tendency to make the wrong choices.

CONNOR/CORNELIA SUTTER | 28 | July 17th | PLAYLIST

While Connor has short straight black hair, Cornelia uses her hair in a short classic bob blunt cut, both sharing a bang that falls exactly at the beginning of their eyebrow. They have a pointed nose with triangular shape, dark eyes slightly angled to the sides with a gray glow in them, just like the shade of the clouds when a storm is forming. You also always take notice of the little mole under their right eye. They have sharp features, pale skin, and a slender body. Connor is 6'1", and Cornelia is 5'7".

Professional, reserved and distant, it’s a little too hard to extract any information from them besides what they care to give you about work since they’re undoubtedly cold every time anyone tries to approach. You always think they probably don’t have a life, since they often call you late at night for missions.

OLIVER/OLIVIA MADDOX | 26 | August 9th | PLAYLIST

Their appearance is made to stand out, especially due their height, Oliver is 6'4" and Olivia is 5'11", and their strong arms and broad shoulders. Their skin is tanned for the time they spend in the sun training, and while Oliver has straight short light brown hair although kinda messy, Olivia has shoulder length hair that often is seen in a messy ponytail, with a lot of strands escaping and covering her soft features. Their eyes are in a gentle amber shade, with long and charming eyelashes. They’ve a perfect smile with protuberant fangs.

Your partner in crime, and against crime too. Their charm is hard to resist, and they know how to use it. Without this facade, they are fiercely competitive and tease you all the time, being annoyingly possessive and protective.

ELLIOT/ELEONORA ADAMANTIS | 31 | September 7th | PLAYLIST

Elliot has medium length dark brown hair with a ghostly bunch of curls, and Eleonora has wavy long hair that ends around her waist, along with a long bang. They have eyes with a mix of green and brown depending on the light, but often the green wins. They are tall, Elliot is 6'2" and Eleonora is 5'9", and their body is noticeably muscular, with broad shoulders and back. Their left eyebrow is decorated with an evident scar, and normally Elliot has a bit of stubble on his chin and jaw.

Blunt, sarcastic and unpredictable, something in your mind always says that you shouldn’t trust them. They have the smile of someone who’s hiding the world, but still can convince you to do anything for them. You really don’t know how they manage to be so popular and part of the government, since they really don’t look like they care about people.

ALEC/ALEXA ORION | 25 | April 12th | PLAYLIST

They both have light blond hair, but in Alec’s case it is combed back with so much care that you don’t really know if his hair is straight or it’s just the gel, while Alexa is always with her wavy hair secured in a perfect bun. Sky blue eyes, beige skin with some freckles along their nose bridge. Medium height, Alec with 5'8" and Alexa with 5'4", skinny and with a vulnerable aura.

They always seem to be on edge. Contrary to what you might think about them because of their appearance, they’re a little stressed and impatient, and don’t like to be judged as a weak person. Even so, they usually try to hide their temper and keep a cool attitude — although it doesn’t work most of the time.

LUKE/LUNA ADLER | 22 | January 23rd | PLAYLIST

Dark brown and perfect clear skin, short height, Luke with 5'5" and Luna with 5'1", and a chubby frame. Luke has wavy shoulder length dark red hair, and Luna has long micro braids down until her waist, also dark red. Their irises are big enough to make the rich tone of their light green eye color almost glow, contrasting with the deep dark circles under their eyes. They have a few tattoos on their arms and puffy adorable cheeks.

They like to talk, especially when it’s something about their job or anything they understand well to form an opinion. Quick-minded, empathetic and perceptive, it’s hard to hide something from them, but it’s not like you need to. They are like a child. Or like a dog. Or like the two of them: a puppy.

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MOONATIC BOY COMIC

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[chleem]

Flashing lights prologue

Series; actor Drew x actress reader

Summary: Drew gets involved in the worst scandal of his career. One way to solve it? Proving to the whole world that he’s the sweetest lover to exist. Who better to help than the one person he can’t stand? You, an A class actress with an alcohol addiction. So, will Drew clear up his reputation, or leave with a bigger mess to clean up?

Genre: fake dating, enemies to lovers(?, slow burn, angst, smut,

Warning: mentions of alcohol, swearing, mentions of k!lling oneself, mentions of rape & sa, mentions of drug usage, smoking & vaping, (read at own caution

⋆.˚ please dont copy/translate my work!

⋆.˚ this is entirely fictional, if uncomfortable then don't read

♡⸝⸝ chapter 1 | index

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Talk about a scandal. 

‘Drew Starkey, rising star from OBX, impregnates girl and refuses to take responsibility.’ ‘Drew Starkey impregnates girl and forces her for an abortion.’ ‘All to know about OBX star that SA a girl.’

Even an interview starring a random girl that claims to be pregnant with Drew’s child. 

If Drew knew going to the club a week ago would cause such big damage to his career, he would have never stop foot in there. But being stubborn and a sucker for fun, he just needed the relaxation that clubbing would offer. 

His PR manager Henry, who Drew’s only sees once a year, is surprisingly quiet. He sits across Drew, staring at his laptop. His typing makes up for the quiet and tense (at least for Drew) atmosphere in his manager’s office. 

“I’m sorry,” Drew starts, genuinely, his eyes shifting between his manager Jeff and Henry. “Look, I don’t know who that woman is. She’s lying, alright? I didn’t even talk to any strangers last night. Just my friends. And I was careful with how much I drank-”

“Calm down, we didn’t accuse you of it,” Jeff chuckles, also surprisingly calm and not scolding Drew. Normally, Jeff would scold Drew so hard that it took Drew back to the days of being coached by his dad. “I’ve worked with you for almost ten years, I know you wouldn’t do that.”

Hold up. Was this a dream? He fucked up real bad, why were his managers so forgiving? So… calm? This felt way too strange. They should be furious right now, thinking of a solution and threatening to kill Drew. So why were they so gentle with this situation?

Drew adjusts his hat, pocking his tongue against his cheek. Without thinking, he simply says, “What?”

Jeff glances at Henry, who nods, looking up from his laptop. Drew furrows his eyebrows at Jeff, who simply looks away as Henry starts. “Fine, Drew. We’re all fucking pissed at your mistake. Do you know how many sponsors have asked to break up your contract? Even after we’ve came up with a clean statement? For fuck’s sake, Drew. You’re fucking thirty now, and you still act like a fucking child!”

Drew licks his lips looking away. Okay, this was the Henry he saw yelling at other artists, and what he expected when he walked into the office this morning. But now that he was yelling at him, it felt horrible still. After all, who likes to be yelled at? 

“I’ve had to pull multiple strings to help you, to clear your name up. So you better hope this is your last mistake,” Henry continues. 

Drew couldn’t help but ask, “what did you do?”

“We’ve come up with a plan,” Henry says, walking over to the printer. He grabs the paper, taking a quick look before placing it on the table in front of Drew.

Drew’s eyebrows furrow, sensing something really strange. 

And he was right. On the top of the paper, it read, “Fake dating Proposal.”

What the fuck. He reads through the first sentence in his head, with widen eyes, “In order to save Drew Starkey’s career, he must conduct a year-long fake relationship with Y/n Y/l/n.”

He falls back in his seat. “You’re not fucking serious. This is the strings you had to pull? This is fucking ridiculous! How is this-“

“Drew!” Jeff yells, making him shut up. His face was slightly red, sweat dripping down his forehead. “Drew, trust us. We wouldn’t cause more harm. This, this will save your career, save you.”

“but out of anyone-“ Drew adjusts his hat once again. “Out of anyone, and you chose her?”

“She’s the best choice of right now, and the only one who even agreed. Drew. You’re not in the place of choosing. You sign, and you accept it. Or it’s the end.”

He couldn’t believe himself right now. Literally. Out of every solution, every person, it had to be you. You, the one person he can’t stand. You, the one person that gets him worked up and annoyed. It was like the end of the world for him. 

Worse, his manager seems to agree with this solution. As if he doesn’t know how much Drew despises you. Jeff places the pen next to Drew. “I hate to say this, but Drew, you’re screwed unless you do this. We see the vision, and in a few years, you’ll see it too. Just, just treat this as another acting class, okay?”

Do I have a choice anyways, he thinks. Drew rubs his face in annoyance. Fuck. Damn you and damn himself. Getting into this stupid situation in the first place. 

He looks at the contract again. Sees your name again. And his head hurts a thousand times worse than a hangover. 

He reads through the contract terms, cringing at it. 

‘Must show up at five or more public evens together.’

‘Must show PDA at public events, such as touching, holding hands, kissing etc.’

‘Y/n Y/l/n must talk sweetly about Drew Starkey, and steer away any negative comments.’

‘During the course of this fake-relationship, being seen with any other costar of the opposite sex is forbidden.’

Much more was listed, at least twenty terms were on this contract alone. So this is the real thing. 

And at the bottom, Drew sees what was offered. Wow. You get offered millions of dollars, while all Drew receives is a clear to his scandal. 

He should at least get half the amount you’re earning, considering that he has to put up with you. “How can she get so much cash?” Drew asks, curiosity killing him. 

“Because she’s got nothing to gain from being with you,” Jeff states matter-of-factly, that hurt Drew’s ego more than it should have. He also noticed how much money this was, almost all the money he earned from acting in OBX. Wow. So not only were you a moody bitch, but a greedy one as well. 

Drew rubs his eyes aggressively, a frustrated yawn coming out. He so is going to regret this. The worst decision he ever has to make. 

You better be the savior to his career, or he was going to kill himself. 

Drew signs, pushing the paper away as if it had some kind of disease. 

Henry forces a smile, grabbing the paper. Drew gets ready to leave, but Henry stops him. “Where are you going?”

“Home. I- that was enough for me.”

“No, no. You’re going to Y/n’s filming set.”

“What?”

“Yes, you heard me. Her manager gave the green light, so you’re going.”

“Fuck, it’s only like, a minute since I signed.”

“Hey, I’m saving you right now,” Henry says. “Now, you want your sponsors back or not?”

Drew curses under his breath, never wanting to punch a wall as much as right now. “Fine. I'll go. But I can’t promise that I’m hugging or touching her or anything. She’s a complete stranger to me.”

“We just need a couple of photos to leak out,” Jeff says, grabbing his jacket. “I’ll drive you there.”

“Fucking hate you Jeff,” Drew says, walking out the office. “Henry you asshole.”

Either his managers heard and said whatever, or they didn’t care. But cursing at people who's helping him ‘save’ his career was the least of his worries. His head is just consumed with meeting you again, the brattiest bitch he's ever known.

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word count: 1.2k

ִ ࣪𖤐 a/n: i'm sooo happy for the support and how much people liked the teaser! i was giggling seeing the reblogs and likes.

anyways, thought i should release a prologue first, to give drew's pov of this situation. apologies in advance for y/n's character and anyone who can't handle her! but i'm so excited for you guys to read ch1, which will be released later this week! like or comment to show support, really appreciate it <3

other | index | ch1

[zorlok-if]

The Contract

I, Tommy Osorio, agree to surrender ownership of my soul to ꔪϞᛥღ✦҂∞★. In exchange, they shall serve me for as long as I live and aid me in my quest to become "cool" (terms defined below). Payment, in the form of my soul, cannot be collected until the event of my death.

I, ▲ಠッ≜囧◥❈◸, shall henceforth serve Tommy Osorio. Until the event of his death, I shall follow his commands and heed his wishes with the primary goal of making him "cool" (terms defined below). Following his death, I shall immediately be freed of this bond of servitude and may collect my payment.

Additional Terms

Both parties are restricted from directly harming one another once this contract has been signed.

After being signed, this contract cannot be voided, altered, or destroyed by any means. To protect both signators, the terms and conditions as written and defined in this contract shall take precedence over either party's subsequent demands or desires.

For the sake of this contract, "cool" is defined as "someone or something that is well-liked, respected, envied, and/or inspiring, generally without caring or trying to be perceived as such". Since this concept is abstract, subjective, and ever-evolving, this contract shall employ a strict set of criteria that Tommy must embody. For Tommy to be considered "cool" he must...

Obtain high social standing and be well-respected by most of his peers

Deviate from banal expectations and established norms while being praised for such deviations

Challenge power dynamics and upset the social hierarchy in place when this contract was signed

Stop caring about what others think of himself, his actions, and his companions

Have others who are inspired by or envious of him—longing for what he has, does, or represents

Note: The above criteria can be considered satisfied if Tommy fulfills or appears to fulfill the requirement by most of his peers (for instance, Tommy may privately care what others think of him, but as long as he doesn't seem to care, the fourth criteria can be considered fulfilled).

Addendum

Tommy Osorio, shall reveal the name and location of the individual who taught him to summon demons. In exchange, until Tommy is cool, ⚘ᨖ✩𐏎❊☬⨨ꙮ will be Zorlok, not ⨻⁕✢☻ᘛ✚જ」.

Tommy Osorio

ಠ✾ྉ✠֎♥⛛ᴥ

[huntersmooncomic]

welcome to the debut of my first comic, Hunter's Moon! Its been a dream to tell this story for a long time so thanks for joining me. I can't wait to show y'all where this story goes

you can subscribe and read this on tapas or webtoon too

[circuseyesofgod-if]

PLAY HERE 🎪 🎠

in this update, you will :

experience the Circus through the eyes of someone familiar

meet Pharo, the Ringleader (one of the RO's for MC)

have a glimpse of Odessa (another one of MC's ROs)

meet Melissandre, the tarot reader

experience Death. or something close to it.

listen to some creepy circus music heh

you can also change the theme colors! (black, yellow, or red)

happy halloween everyone 🎃 as promised, here's the demo release for Circus : Eyes of God (fireworks fireworks)!! this demo release contains only the prologue for now, so no MC related choices yet. even so, i hope you guys will enjoy reading it as much as i enjoyed writing it ^^ (also Vesper lovers especially, you guys are in for a treat🤭)

thank you sooooo incredibly much to @albywritesfiction for coding it and being super patient and understanding (because i'm a bit of a nitpicky person ><). without them, i wouldn't be able to finally release this game. and of course, thank you so much to my handsome boyfriend @childrenofcain-if for being so encouraging and bringing me back into the IF scene (and for pushing back his own demo update date to give me a chance to put mine out. best boyfriend ever award 🥇) bestest people ever actually <3

[bleedinggodtheory]

Bleeding God Theory Prologue - Page 4

[operationlove]

Operation Love - Prologue, END? ❤️ Prev page | First Page ❤️(Real Page)

Well it's been fun, thanks for reading!

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[weirdlookindog]

Michael Mazur (1935–2009) - The Inferno of Dante:

Canto I (Prologue), 1999

source

[tryagainstarlight]

First Contact, a prologue

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[melloollem]

Trash|| Bruce Wayne × child!reader

Summary: In a city where survival is your main objective, you do whatever it takes, including getting involved in Gotham's criminal world.

Warnings: Common comic book violence, weapons, corruption of minors (minors involved in crimes), reader with no gender specified, comment if you want to be tagged in the continuation.

(Chapter ll, Chapter lll, Chapter lV)

(Dc masterlist)

Prologue

The problem with Gotham was that those who said crime didn't pay would soon start to think it did and those who said it did would find the end too quickly for it to be true. Your problem was that you didn't have time to decide whose side you were on. When the city became a field of war, it was better to have a side, whether it was the side of the innocent or not.

Although you were young, you had seen the city destroy itself and start over many times. At some point, you realized that it wasn't starting over, it was just continuing. Fear gas exploded in the city, chaos spread, a villain was arrested, next month another villain had his own idea for an attack and the city didn't even have a chance to repair the damage from the last attack. It was in one of these circumstances that you lost your family. What did you do without your mother in a city where fear was a constant feeling? Survive and you would follow the law of the weakest.

Petty theft, that's how it always starts, take what you want and run. You weren't the most skilled, but circumstances make the thief and it's not as if you didn't have examples to follow. You lived on the worst side of town, used to seeing robberies almost daily, it was easy, just see where they went wrong and do better. You noticed that most of the thugs who committed robberies in Crime Alley were caught, ironic isn't it? You had also calculated a gap in time when there was no vigilante on duty, it was a few minutes before they spread across the city, the police patrols in Gotham were constant, but they weren't looking for you if you committed petty crimes, there were bigger problems for the city.

In a few months, you had your own map of Gotham, with the information that really mattered: areas prone to robbery, areas that should be avoided, small crooks, big crooks, who ran what, what crime could be committed in each area, which crime was worth the most. If circumstances made the thief, you were in the circumstance most likely to make him successful. And if it had all started with petty theft, soon your preparation would prove that you were capable of more, and it didn't take long for the bandits in the area to notice your potential, now you work as a bandit's henchman, it's not as if you were a big deal, they just considered you skillful enough. You could be useful to them, but if you died in a few weeks' time there would be another one like you, this town was shit.

And if with small robberies, you were out of focus, when a major city bank is robbed with all the vigilantes busy trying to stop it, now everyone knew there was something fishy and you knew it wouldn't be long before the vigilantes were on your tail. You could escape the Gotham police, but Batman? It wasn't about being found, it was about when you would be found. Your first thought was to run away, but did anyone care if you got killed for going against the law? They were clear, you stayed until the end, it was kill or be killed.

Bruce followed your every move, if your plan consisted of staying off the vigilantes' radar, once they saw you, it wasn't hard to find the rest, every crime was in evidence. At first, he thought you were like young Jason, a kid from Gotham who was doing everything he could to survive, but without hurting anyone, and well, you were trying to survive, but if someone had to die in the process, it wouldn't be you.

He thought about approaching you at first, but you didn't look like you were going to give in, you were one of those who were always ready to attack, too scared to look into the dark before firing. If he wanted to approach you, it would have to be slowly, he didn't want you to run away or react. You might have been the one holding a gun, but you were also a child who shuddered at the sound of his shot.

But Batman's plans for you would have to hurry up. In one of the robberies you had planned and were on the front line for, you had been shot in the stomach, and it was now that you would discover that crime doesn't pay. Something peculiar about this situation was that there were no police, it was a vigilante's bullet that had pierced you. Now the Red Hood was carrying your weak body to a Gotham emergency ward, how could he have guessed that the person who shot him was just a child? The second he heard a child scream in reaction to the bullet, he ran for your life.

You looked exactly like a street kid, did you have parents? He didn't have time to find out, he wasn't sure if someone would come and stay with you in hospital, so he did. For the next few hours guilt consumed Jason, how could he shoot a child? He was in the waiting room, now in civilian clothes, waiting to hear from you. He hadn't called anyone, but after signs of a disastrous mission in a Gotham warehouse, Jason had a target on his back, so Bruce obviously wanted to know where he was.

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