Gotham's Story
You leave her behind satisfied that you have made quite a victory today. Cash is nicer, but you are sure to get a good price on the dagger. You pull it out to admire the wicked blade. There is writing on it in some strange language that you don't recognize and the hilt seems to be pure gold. There is a menacing face on the scabbard that looks like a gargoyle with horns coming out at the guard of the dagger.
During your inspection of the weapon, you feel your shirt collar grabbed and you are viciously thrust into a dark alleyway. As you try to regain your feet, you are pulled up against the wall to the eye height of a man that is nearly double your size. The man is darkly dressed and wearing boxing wraps around his knuckles. What catches your the most off guard is the mask he wears that seems to resemble a cat.
"Who are you boy?" The mask made him no less menacing. "Why do you carry a League of Assassins dagger?"
You tremble in his grasp. "I don't know what you are talking about!"
"You expect me to believe that? I know they begin to recruit younger than you."
"It's not mine! I stole it from some girl on the street." The masked man curls him lip into a snarl but you just begin to cry out of fear. His face softens and he sets you on the ground, but he does not let go of your shirt.
"This girl," he asks, somewhat softer. "Was she alone?"
"No, she was with these two guys. Big. Bald."
The masked man's eyes opened wide.
"You stole from the Demon's daughter?" When you respond with a blank look, he continues. "Who you stole from is the daughter of a very dangerous man named Ra's al Ghul. His daughter is arguably just as dangerous. If you are telling me that you stole a weapon from her, then you are more skilled than anyone I know your age. How would you like me to train you to use that skill to make a difference?"
During your inspection of the weapon, you feel your shirt collar grabbed and you are viciously thrust into a dark alleyway. As you try to regain your feet, you are pulled up against the wall to the eye height of a man that is nearly double your size. The man is darkly dressed and wearing boxing wraps around his knuckles. What catches your the most off guard is the mask he wears that seems to resemble a cat.
"Who are you boy?" The mask made him no less menacing. "Why do you carry a League of Assassins dagger?"
You tremble in his grasp. "I don't know what you are talking about!"
"You expect me to believe that? I know they begin to recruit younger than you."
"It's not mine! I stole it from some girl on the street." The masked man curls him lip into a snarl but you just begin to cry out of fear. His face softens and he sets you on the ground, but he does not let go of your shirt.
"This girl," he asks, somewhat softer. "Was she alone?"
"No, she was with these two guys. Big. Bald."
The masked man's eyes opened wide.
"You stole from the Demon's daughter?" When you respond with a blank look, he continues. "Who you stole from is the daughter of a very dangerous man named Ra's al Ghul. His daughter is arguably just as dangerous. If you are telling me that you stole a weapon from her, then you are more skilled than anyone I know your age. How would you like me to train you to use that skill to make a difference?"