Too Furious to Kill People

"Get the kids inside the storage room. Now." I ordered Jason, Eveline, and Mrs Brown to their massive confusion. After Eveline and Jason reconciled, I knew the gangbangers would come back in night to trash the place. But they didn't expect me.

"Why? Why are you saying to take the kids in the basement? Did something go wrong?" Mrs Brown asked concernedly, as the storage room was in the basement, safe from any firearms and danger from the kids.

Jason was in bandages treated from Eveline in the storage room. I glanced at him, seeing his small child body all bruised and bloodied... Now, the kid's got a hella pain endurance. Any injuries for a child like him would hurt like hell.

"You know the gangbangers we saw last, Jason? Yeah, they'll probably come back to trash the place. Nothing special..." I casually commented, shocking the three.

"Wait, they're coming here?! Then... then... it's all my fault..." Jason's eyes widened in horror and shock, not wanting the bastards to trash their only home. In response, I cracked my neck and cracked my knuckles in preparation.

"I have to... I have to stop them...! From hurting my family...." Jason tried to get up, but failed from the pain of his injuries. He was forced to stay down from Eveline.

"There is no way you can defeat a bunch of armed humans by yourself. Stay here. We'll take care of the situation." Eveline stated, taking Jason on the bed as she glanced at me. I prepared myself in wearing the batsuit again.

"First, get the kids in the basement. It's going to get late, and we don't want them to get hurt in the crossfire. Eveline, Mrs Brown, please get the kids." I ordered them, as the both got outside the basement and called in the orphans inside the storage room safely.

When it was done, I checked the devices and gadgets if they were malfunctioning or worse. The arm-computer could only last about 5 hours, and it just happened to turned on for more than 5 hours... Everything else was fine.

"We got them. We can't get any more help, not even the police... We're going to have to fend them off from them, aren't we?" Eveline glanced at me. I was staring her back while I was next to the door.

"Yeah. They're probably armed with crowbars, small firearms, such and such. Maybe grenades. Yikes. Those are tend to be explosive." I mused myself. Eveline stepped outside the door before something stopped her.

"Wait, you're not thinking to deal with them all by yourself, aren't you?" She asked seriously. I raised an eyebrow at that.

"I was trained from a bunch of ninjas that taught not only to fight six people, but to fight against six hundred. I'll be fine, just stay here and let me do my magic." I replied casually. Eveline was unconvinced as she crossed her arms and huffed.

"Yeah, I totally believe that you were trained by ninjas." She rolled her eyes sarcastically. "I'm not going to leave you alone to fight them. I can handle myself." She rested her hand on her chest. I gave a skeptically glance.

"Sure you can... can you handle an 8-ton water tank and hold it for more than 10 minutes? I don't think so. Just... stay here. Please." I even begged, begged her to stay here and get out of my way. She was silent.

"... Promise you won't die." She finally replied. I sighed, before giving her a tired glare. Promises, promises, promises...

"I can't promise you that. But I'll try not to." In which I replied, before slamming the door in front of her and locked it. I sighed, before turning off the lights except the basement and turned the whole orphanage dark.

I hope this orphanage at least has a mop. A clean one.

...

A group of gangbangers walked towards the empty dark orphanage in the night, wearing balacavas. They were confused. "Hey, Red. I thought this was the place where all the animal kids lived. Looks empty." A goon said, nudging his head.

"Doesn't matter. Trash the place. Burn it if you're done trashing. Let's go." Red omniously grinned and held his crowbar. Smashing the door open, it was dark and empty, no one to see.

A sweaty but hesitant grunt wearing balacava held an small orange syringe and stuck it inside his veins, as he sighed in relief as he pulled it out and dropped on the floor.

"Get the gasoline. Spill it all over the place." Red ordered as a goon entered the orphanage and spilled the liquid everywhere. The goons started trashing the place, breaking furniture and objects alike.

Blue went inside the 2nd room upstairs, lighting the dark place with flashlights. The lights didn't work for some reason, but they entered the rooms anyway.

Blue, wandering his eyes around the room, entered the wolf kid's room. There were sticked pictures, even a family photo and a... diary. Scoffing humorously, he went to pick up the book-

Suddenly, two arms surrounded Blue's neck as he was choked to death. He struggled, trying to release the grasp of the two dark arms choking him. He gritted his teeth, and with massive strength, he twisted the figure over his body.

The dark figure was sent flying to a wall, crashing as he fell down without a grunt. Blue noticed something off about this person. He had bat... ears? "What kind of freak dresses up as a fucking bat-" A fist came towards his face, and all he knew was darkness.

...

Mark stood in front of the unconscious body. In his mind, no person could throw an 180 pound male over their body like it was half the weight. Something was suspicious and wrong.

"Blue? Blue? Come on, man. We gotta go! Also, what was that?" He hid in the shadows, morphing with the darkness around him. A goon went inside the room, confused as to why Blue was taking so long.

He froze when he saw Blue's body. Mark sweeped in and chopped the back of neck, knocking him out, as his unconscious body fell on the ground. So far so good. He had to assume nobody noticed.

Read: assumed. "WHAT THE HELL IS THAT?!-" He frowned before taking cover from the firepower the goons possessed. The goons called out several wordings of disbelief, before Mark pulled out a smoke pellet.

The room was engulfed in smoke as the goons panicked in terror. Mark seeing through the smoke, took out a goon with a swing of a mean hook. The other goon noticed, before pointed the weapon at Mark.

Mark smacked the pistol away from his hands, before headbutting into the man's skull. The goon fell backwards hitting a wall. The man's eyes widened when he saw a creature of fear. A demon.

"WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT-" Mark cut him off by shoving his knee into the man's 'family jewels' as he doubled over in pain. Mark slammed his back under and knocked him with the knee.

Now falling in the ground, Mark hit the man's face a couple of times, each hit growing more powerful. Soon, the goon was knocked out. He heard groaning at the other side as he twisted his body and kicked the goon's face, slamming it to the floor.

Three guys unconscious, he had to deal with the rest. He froze and listened to the quiet breathing of the men below. Two... Four, no- Seven. He counted seven men. Two more were walking next to the staircases.

Mysterious discoveries of extrasensory and strength aside (he did knock out a person with one punch), he waited inside the shadows. One goon he spotted, fearful with a knife as he walked slowly.

Pulling out the grappling gun, he zipped the hook towards the goon's clothes and pulled it forwards, as the goon shouted in surprise and terror. The goon's back hit the stair gates, his face staring skywards as he was decked hard to the ground.

"OH SHIT!" The other pulled out a gun, and he acted by throwing a batarang inside the barrel. The pistol exploded on the goon's hands, screaming in pain as he did no more when a bat sweeped in and decked him.

Multiple eyes were staring at him. Two down, five more to go. "WHAT THE FUCK'S GOING ON?! SHOOT EM!!!" He frowned as he charged against a nearby goon and slammed him to the ground.

Pulling out the grappling gun, the hook zipped towards a large table behind two goons as they saw the hook. Yanking it hard, he knocked over the two goons to their knees as they were hit by a table.

"AAARUGH-" The downed goon under him pulled out a knife, and stabbed on Mark's stomach. But it didn't go through. Widening his eyes in shock, he saw the grin and got a double armed slamdown to unconsciousness.

He grunted when he was pushed backwards from the force of the bullet. He was shot in the shoulders. A lone goon was holding a smoking barrel of a pistol in shock.

"Bulletproof, dickhead." Chucking a batarang into the man's hands as he dropped the gun in pain, the table duo stood up, both pissed and terrified as they both pulled their knives out.

Both letting out a cry, they charged towards Mark. Mark gritted hit teeth as he moved on the right one and gave a hook as he dodged the charge. Throwing a batarang backwards and hitting the left one's eye, he slammed the kick into the downed goon.

Suddenly he was choked from the lefty as a knife was pointed at his eye. He grasped the wrist, pushing away the knife back as he struggled. Elbowing the gut backwards, he kept hitting until he let go.

Headbutting his face backwards, he grasped the wrist and judo-flipped him to the floor, twisting the arm as the goon screamed. "Shut up!" He slammed his fist on top of the skull as he knocked him out.

He quickly glanced up, watching Red (he decided for a name, since he was wearing red clothing) as held... a fucking assault rifle.

"Shit." He cursed before ducking from the hailstorm of bullets. Rolling and using cover as protection, Red continued to send bullets at Mark. Glancing at a pistol that was dropped, he grasped it and shot multiple bullets through the leg.

There was a major difference between him and the real Batman. It was that he gave no fucks of using guns in anyway.

"Aaaugh, you fucker! You shot my leg! You ain't going to shoot my leg again with that weak shit!" Red shouted as he continued to shoot bullets anyway. It was an Aura user. The bullets didn't went through the aura barrier as his leg was fine.

"Then how 'bout this?" He smirked as he chucked a small explosive at Red. Red's widened eyes when he saw it as he exploded out of the orphanage as his ass landed on concrete.

Mark stood from the cover as he ran up and landed a down hook on the remaining goon, knocking him out. He glanced up to notice Red, aura cracking as most of his teeth were popped out.

"Meh teet...! AAARRRUGGH!!!" Mark's eyes widened when he saw fire. Red's Assault Rifle was also a flamethrower, frying Mark with streams of fire into the body as Mark tried to cover the flames with his arms.

Combined with the flames and the firepower, Red sent out a hailstorm of bullets at Mark as he flailed around from the force as he dropped to the ground, burning from fire everywhere in the body. Motionless, as if... dead.

Red stopped, resting the rifle on the ground as it was a crazy night. Barely turning his back around, he tried to run away and escape from this crazy fucking night of a person dressed up as a bat.

But his curiousity and careful nature took him first, as he walked towards the burning body that was dead on the ground. It was burning, bullet holes everywhere, and nobody could survive that shit.

"RRRAAAARRRGGGHH-" As if a demon awakened, the burning dead body suddenly went alive and pounced at Red, who was too late from the demon's wrath. A flamming punch burnt his cheek as he slammed to the ground, darkness taking him.

Mark... stood silently, ignoring the flames around him. Walking towards the bathroom, he smashed the shower hose through the wall and sprayed himself a waterfall to extinguish the flames.

His armour, was tattered and beaten down from the flames and bullets. He was worned down, it looked as if he was a black ash demon from the depths of hell. His cape, torn and fortunately not burnt, was still usable as his armour was.

He had business to do. And he was livid of getting torched in flames.

...

Red snapped open his eyes to see he was hanging down from a 6-story building as he screamed for help. Then suddenly, a black hand grabbed his skull, and he was scared who it was. It was him. The d-demon...!

The eyes of one pissed off individual stared back. "Who do you work for?..." The demon demanded to the soul. Red sweated in fear.

"I c-can't tell you that man....! You just...! I saw you burn! I saw you were dead-! AAARRRGGH!!!" Red howled in pain as a sharp object was stabbed on his eye. He screamed in pain as the slow knife dug his eyes, agonising pain rushing through him.

"I WON'T ASK TWICE!!" The demon shouted in fury, as Red cried in fear. He didn't want to die! He didn't want to die!

"OKAY, OKAY OKAY!!! I WORK FOR THE BOSS! BOSS... BOSS MARCELLO!!! I DON'T WANNA DIE MAN, I SWEAR TO GOD I'M TELLING THE TRUTH-" "SWEAR TO ME!!!" Suddenly Red was falling to the ground screaming, before stopping an inch from the ground as he was pulled up.

The demon pulled out an empty syringe from his eye. "... Who sells these?! Answer me!!" Red's only good eye stared at the syringe in fear as he tried to explain.

"T-those are medical dust...! Enhance your strength, go super all that! We make those!!" Red replied barely. The demon's nose snorted heavily and scowled deeply.

"Where?!" Red gulped as he tried to answer.

"I-in... 54th Street! Down near the alleyway, in the Warehouse next to 53rd!!! That's all I know, man! Don't kill me!!" The demon scoffed before pulling his arm back and knocked the lights out of Red.

...

I was pissed at the fact that I was literally burnt from a flamethrower, a fucking flamethrower of all things to kill me. I hate flamethrowers. I hate em.

I got the goons and the gang into a nearby police department, and they all had charges of murder and other things that got them in bars. Going back into the orphanage to get rid of any bat-evidence, I froze when I saw Eveline glaring at me.

"Where are you going?! First, you get shot and burnt! You shouldn't be standing, get some fucking rest for Oum's sake!" Eveline rushed in to grab my arm to my displeasure.

"Would you please let me-" "NO! JUST STAY HERE AND GET OUT OF TROUBLE!" Eveline proceeded to drag me away into the orphanage, as I deadpanned all the way in.

Eveline forced me to sit on the bed as she tried to pull off the helmet on my head. I deadpanned at her futile attempts to treat me. "W-why... won't... this thing... even budge...?!" She gritted out.

I moved my hand up and unlocked the clip on my chin. Eveline was taken by surprise when she was fallen backwards holding the helmet on her ass. She rubbed her back as she groaned in pain.

"Why do you want me to stay here? I'm kinda done for all of this." I asked tiredly. Eveline slowly glared as she let out a bone-chilling breath of fury from her mouth.

"You. Broke. The. ORPHANAGE!! Look at all this! Everything's messed up, blood is everywhere, and we're going to have to pay the damages!! And don't think you'll just walk away, mister! Fix the mess you've done!!" I glanced to see burn marks, bullet holes, and wall damages inside the orphanage.

"Are these enough?" I pulled out a wad of lien on my hands from the gangbangers. While stealing is bad, stealing from gangbangers isn't bad. Obvious logic to steal those who steal others.

"Hmph!" She puffed out and snatched the cash from my hands. I wouldn't be too worried about it, since I had a money virus to transfer every bank accounts to make myself rich-

I didn't say anything. Stealing is bad~

"Whatever. You're staying in here." I deadpanned at her statement.

"Why? For whatever reasons that I have to stay here?" I asked, confused as to why I have to stay here. My body was mysteriously treated after two nights, my strength tripling, 6-pack, and increased healing factor.

"You're not going when you finish helping Jason. You told that you would help me, remember? By helping me, you have to help Jason. I don't know why he's going out there tackling gangs. I know you can help. Or, I'll call your friends that you're dressing up as a bat and breaking several laws." She warned as she held my phone. I glanced at it. I sighed.

"Fine. I guess I'll 'help' you with your growing business between Jason. This is only because it relates to my business, alright? Not your bluff. I doubt you could go through my password." I said with a grunt, before resting my head on the soft bed.

Eveline stood in shock as I noticed she was bluffing. I scoffed. I had some growing business with Boss Marcello, especially the medical dust that he was working on. It was basically a Venom (Bane) rip-off, I knew that 'bandages' was using the same drug enhancer. I knew he did.

...

Inside a dark basement, objects and broken furniture were everywhere, as a large human being thrashed around the place in full fury and hatred for one man.

"ARRRrr... Arugh! AAARRRRUUGHHH!!!" A couple of syringes fell on the floor as the banadaged man howled in anger, hatred, hate, as his days were ruined again. His legs, broken but healing, were hurting so much. That man...! HE WAS GOING TO RIP HIS SPINE OUT!!!

A girl, dirty blond girl who was in scars and injuries whimpered in fear as the scary man rashed again. She was shivering inside a cage, wanting to go home. End the nightmare she had. Someone, someone would help her.

She wanted to see her little sister again...

[AN: The plot thickens... I always wanted to say that. Batman gets blackmailed, Hush vents his anger like a total pre-mature manchild, and please review, comment, and stay safe. See ya guys later on.]