How NOT to be a mother in a doomed story (Oc story)

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Carl ran....he ran for dear life, never looking back for even a fucking second let the shadow claim him too like it had the others. The sound of screams and fighting still echoing behind him, louder, almost as if the very sound of snuffed screams chased after him.

Archons tits! Why? Why was this happening when things had been going so well..!?

Smuggling things here and there, pick up stuff and load it in other containers before the gardes and their pesky mechs took notice. A simple life, boring at times...but one that paid the rent and some more.

Sadly no one told him that the fucking boogie man that had been terrorizing all crime in Fontaine for the past few weeks was gonna crash their fun tonight..!

It was too quick

Too sudden

But even in his frightened state he could still recognize the bonking sound of a bat been put to use into the skulls of his fellow fiends.

And so...

He ran...

He ran as fast as his could take him, with his beating heart threatening to burst out of his chest and sweat pricking down his nose and chin he ran. The next thing he felt was the world shaking him off balance as a rope pull him up, letting him hang like a piece of meat though not before letting him slam his head against one of the metal containers, letting him dazed and confused.

And then...just as his line of sight was coming back...he saw her.

The black caped crusader that was tormenting criminals under the cover of the night yet vanishing without a trace before the first hour of light. With the metal bat coated in blood and that skull mask that covered her face.

She surprised him when instead of swinging that bat against his defenseless form she stopped barely a breath away from him....he was caught twice again by surprise when he found himself staring at a hand extended at him.

"Wanna shake hands with the skeleton~..?"

"Wh-who are you....?

The masked female vigilante leaned closer, clasping his jaw with an iron grip as she brought him closer to the predator like grin that warped on her exposed lips before she whispered the words that would confuse him and terrify him for decades to come.

"I'm batman..."

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You know...

Even though she had already been to Fontaine once before, even if briefly during its day time when she came here to visit the Institute and all the shenanigans that came along with it....she had not expected to see the city so different and yet still so amazing during night time.

The trickle of carriages had dwindled considerably to brief chances here and there and the people wandering about had decreased slightly as-well..but the whole mood about was a different beast.