Novel & Cerita Batman: Arkham Knight Bruce Wayne

Making them merge with the other groups. We train daily. We are responsible for learning as many tactics as possible. I as well as both betas and James are the main snipers. We usually are the first to arrive at the scene and the last to leave the scene. We gotta specialize in everything. From artillery to, combat, human and wolf form. Our specialty consists of different martial arts, combat, being the best with weapons, and my favorite.... being swift with the sword. There's just something about ripping a vamps head off with one single swift from my blade. Almost like a knife going through butter.

He knew trouble when he saw it. This man right here looked like trouble. And he didn't have time for this. Without turning back, Rojan answered "I don't think I know you," he muttered and took another step. Two of the leader's men breezed forward and were in front of him in a second, preventing him from leaving. "You are the beta, second in command to the notorious King Wayne, aren't you?" the leader said from behind them. His mind began calculating as he eyed the two men in front. They had black spots in a shape of rosettes, tattooed all over their body and with the exact same bald haircut, as their leader.

“Good morning, please come closer, I will take your blood for a moment, it’s not that hurt but you can close your eyes if you afraid” The lady says it like she already repeated it as a template for her entire career as a nurse here. Arthur pushed my wheelchair closer to the nurse, his eyes meet my eyes, and he notices the fear within me. He held out his hand to me, trying to calm me down. And I accept his helping hand, hold it so tight to disguise the needle prick in my skin. I remember I hold his hand so tight, really tight ‘till I can feel the warmth of his palm.

Bruce was second in line, his brother Conrad, was supposed to be dad’s Beta. Bruce and Conrad had been out on patrol one early morning when they got a mind-link that rogues had breached the northern border. By the time my grandfather, dad and our warriors got there, Conrad was dead. Bruce was holding his brother’s dead body in his arms, crying. The area looked like a fight had happened and Bruce had injuries that were slowly healing. He was covered in blood that we assumed was rogue blood mixed with his and Conrad’s since he was holding his bloody body. No one ever questioned his story. I mean why would they, Conrad was his brother. What if Bruce arranged to have his brother killed for the B