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Chapter 1 Lonely Cries

During Crisis, the Monitor picked up a man from a pile of bodies. It was strange to see a man with green hair and white skin, his features frozen in death yet somehow more vivid than the corpses surrounding him. Even the man's plastered smile gave the Monitor chills, an unsettling reminder of joy that had curdled into something grotesque.The Monitor could feel that something was different about this man. He wondered what it could be. What made this ruined creature so mysterious, so worthy of his attention amid countless other bodies?So he took a look inside, peering into the man's soul as if parting a veil. He found it there, buried deep, and he knew exactly what it was."Hmm, I see," he murmured, studying the truth he'd uncovered. "You're the one I've been looking for. If I give you the tools you need, and the push you need, I can finally find the future I desire."He knew that this version of the man was useless to him now, a husk already spent. So he tossed the body aside, and it

Chapter 2 An Angel's Tears

Mirah woke up with her head resting against the wall. Her face ached to the touch, and her skull throbbed with a dull, insistent pain. She struggled to piece together a clear thought, her mind fogged and scattered, fragments of the night before drifting just out of reach.*This can't continue any longer*, she thought. *I've endured enough. I'm finished. It's time.*She squeezed her fist tightly, as if trying to hold onto the last thread of her resolve. Then she ran down the steps."Stop running in my house!" Frank screamed.She stomped her feet even louder, defiance rising in her chest, and ran into the kitchen where Jack sat eating breakfast. Her sudden entrance knocked the spoon from his hand. She wrapped her arms around him, hugging him so tightly he could barely breathe."Jackie, I'm sorry. I wish I could have been a better mother to you.""What are you talking about?""I'm sorry," she said again, the words trembling on her lips.Her hands came to rest on his shoulders, trembling s

Chapter 3 My Waking Nightmare

Three days had passed since the incident. The funeral took place at St. Jude's Cathedral, and only a handful of mourners attended. Frank had never trusted his wife around many people while she was alive, so she'd cultivated few friendships over the years. Her family had severed all ties with her long ago, unable to forgive her for choosing him over them, and not a single one of them appeared to say goodbye. The empty pews seemed to whisper of a life lived in isolation, a woman slowly cut off from everyone who might have loved her.Father McGee rose to deliver a message of kindness and faithfulness. He pulled out his round spectacles, perched them on the bridge of his nose, and gathered his notes with trembling hands."Kindness. What do we think of when we hear those words? Do you feel angry?" He paused, letting the silence stretch. "No. Do you feel worried or upset? You do not. That is because it is a gift, given to each and every one of you." He pointed at the small gathering, his gaz

Chapter 4 Jo Where's My Money

Frank worked for a mob boss named Mr. Ricky, shaking down the shops in Little Gotham week after week without fail. Dukes served as his muscle, a silent threat that rarely needed to speak, and the two had been partners for several years, forging a bond built more on necessity than trust. They drove around in a shiny black car that carried a classy mob feel, its polished chrome and deep paint reminding Frank of the cars of old, the kind his father used to admire from a distance.A freezing fog hovered in the air, thick enough to swallow the streetlights whole, as Frank and Dukes made their way to the Bottoms. Sunlight peeked through the clouds, reflecting off the broken windows they passed, scattering fractured light across the cracked pavement. This part of Little Gotham looked abandoned, as though the city itself had given up on it long ago. The paint on the buildings had chipped and faded, peeling away in curling strips that exposed the gray rot beneath. Even the streets weren't paved

Chapter 5 What's In The Chair

It was late Friday afternoon, the first warm day in November. The temperature hovered around fifty degrees, and Frank sat inside listening to his favorite show while Jack swept the porch outside. A black car pulled up, three men visible inside as a window rolled down. Jack looked up.The man in the back waved him over."You're Jack, right?""Yes sir.""Can you go get your father?""Okay."Jack ran inside, the screen door slapping shut behind him. His dad had started to nod off, so Jack turned down the radio, stood right in front of him, cupped his hands, and yelled."Dad!"Frank jumped, his elbow slipping off his knee as he jerked upright. He grunted, scratched, and smacked his lips."What do you want?" He yawned."There's a guy in a black car wanting to speak to you."Frank got to his feet, buttoned his shirt, and put on his suspenders. He stumbled toward the door and grabbed his jacket off the coat rack, but the front door caught it as he closed it. He jerked the jacket free and step

Chapter 6 Your So Unlucky

Night had fallen. Jack heard the screech of brakes outside, followed by the harsh creak of a car door swinging open. A body tumbled out onto the hard ground, landing with a sickening thud. The door slammed shut, and tires spun against gravel as the car peeled away into the darkness. Jack bolted outside, his bare feet pressed against the cold porch steps. He found his father sprawled in the dirt. Jack rushed to his father's side."Help me, boy," Frank whispered, his voice ragged with pain.Jack propped his father's arm over his shoulder, straining under the weight, and half-dragged him to the kitchen table, easing him into the nearest chair."Boy, get my kit and grab the tape and the gauze," Frank said, wincing. "Hey, go get me the whiskey too.""Yes sir." Jack's hands trembled as he moved, though he had learned long ago not to ask questions."You still there?" Frank called out, his words slurring at the edges."I'm here, Dad. Just getting the gauze.""Hurry it up, boy. Hurts like hell.

Chapter 7 The Viper Strikes

The two bouncers came to throw Franky out. One tapped him on the face, and Frank stared up with bleary, unfocused eyes."It's time to go, buddy.""What?" He fell back asleep before the words could register."This bum is making us drag him out of here," the first bouncer said. "Get his other arm."Frank was heavy, like dead weight, his body limp with drink and exhaustion. He woke to find his feet dragging on the ground, the friction burning through his thin socks."What's going on, guys?" he said in a grumbly voice, his tongue thick and slow."You, Franky. The boss wants you gone, so we gotta throw you out. We tried to warn you, and now you pissed off the viper.""The Viper?""The viper, the snake, the head cheese. You know our boss.""Where's Lila?" A flicker of desperation cut through Frank's haze."The girl, she works for Carlo. She played you, Frank, and she told him everything.""Put me down, I can walk," he muttered, his pride wounded now more than his body."Man, I thought we wou

Chapter 8 My Savior

Ricky looked at his men."Find the boy."Jack backed away from the door as quickly and quietly as he could, his bare feet silent against the frozen ground. A strange, uncontrollable laughter bubbled up in his throat, and he pressed his right hand over his mouth to muffle it, his eyes narrowing with the effort of holding it in. It felt wrong to laugh, and yet he couldn't stop; some broken part of him found the whole scene absurd, unbearable, hilarious in the way only true horror could be."What was that!" a man shouted from somewhere inside."Maybe it's the boy, boss," came another voice, tight with nervous energy."Then check on it.""Yes, sir."The back door creaked open, and a man stepped out, scanning the yard, but he found no one waiting there. Only a raccoon sat in the grass, gnawing at an apple core, indifferent to the chaos inside. Jack had already pressed himself against the far side of the outhouse, his knees drawn to his chest, his breath held tight in his lungs. He forced hi

Chapter 9 At The Scene

"Calling all cars, calling all cars. Shots have been fired on Everton Road."A police car zoomed past, its siren blaring. The sound echoed down the empty street, and flashes of red reflected off the freshly fallen snow, painting the drifts in fleeting shades of crimson.Gordon rounded the corner and cruised by the ice-covered mailboxes, his heart racing. He wanted to be first on scene - it was one of those unspoken rules among the officers, first come first serve. Being first meant something. It meant proving himself, again, to men who still looked at him like the new kid even after two years on the force. He rolled down his window a crack, straining to listen for other sirens. Nothing. Just silence, thick and expectant, broken only by the low hum of his engine."Come on," he muttered to himself, pressing harder on the gas. His wheels squealed and the car began to slide. A passing driver leaned on his horn, jolting Gordon back to his lane. He eased off the pedal, wrestling the wheel st

Chapter 10 The Life You Lead You Pay Indeed

Gordon crept closer, glancing side to side, his senses on high alert."Hey, kid!" he yelled, hoping to alert the boy of his presence.Jack didn't notice him. He sat shivering, his breath visible in the cold air, his small frame curled inward as though trying to disappear into himself. Gordon approached slowly, his foot slipping on the wet floor. He steadied himself against the wall and moved more cautiously toward the boy, his heartbeat quickening with each step."Hey, what happened here? Why was your door kicked in? Are you alright?" Gordon asked, keeping his voice as gentle as he could manage.Jack wasn't completely coherent. His thoughts were fuzzy, and he didn't seem to hear anything being said to him. Gordon got closer and closer until he stood right beside the boy. He noticed Jack's hair was wet, his skin pale, almost translucent in the dim light. The whole scene felt odd and somewhat spooky, the kind of wrongness that settled deep in a person's bones. *How old is this kid?* Gord

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