"Please. Please have mercy," Blair Todd was barely able to choke out through her sobs.

"He's just a kid. He dosn't know what he did," Jason Todd attempted to stay collected as he looked at his son.

Hunter made a choking sound from his place in Ultraman's grasp.

"Any kind of rebellion anginst the crime synocate must be destroyed. You should have taught your son that."

Snap.

Hunter's limp body fell to the floor. Both Blair and Jason screamed.

"Next time, have a more obedient child." Ultraman hissed.

Blair crawled over to the body of her son then started at her husband.

"All of this. The crime synocate. It's all just one big joke."
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"The Parliament wants me to thank you for your father's information. It was very useful to us."

"Thank yous are nice and all, but they don't pay the bills," Barbara Gordon, the daughter of feared crime boss Jim Gordon, stated.

Talon handed Barbara the briefcase he was holding. "Has your father thought about the Parliament's offer?"

Barbara was inspecting the contents of the briefcase. "He's not joining the court, neither am I." Talon stepped forward and ran his gloved hand through her red locks.

"Our meetings could be more frequent if you did."

Barbara stepped back. "Don't you have someone to kill?"

Talon huffed slightly. "Until we meet again, Miss Gordon."
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Pixie Whitsel aimed a sharp kick at the face of her attacking, some kind of ninja wannabe. He (or she, it was hard to tell because of the mask and body armor) fell to the ground. Pixie wizzed around to the sound of clapping. A woman with long dark hair and deep green eyes started down at her.

"Your fighting skills are impressive for someone who never had been formally trained," The woman said. Her voice seemed to be like every accent blended into one.

"What do you want?"

"No child, it is not what I want, it is what you want." Pixie made a plan to sprit out of there as fast as possible. "You are obviously an orphan who has raised herself. You are self reliant,  but you are rash. With the proper training you could become great. I can offer that to you."

"What's the catch?"

"You will be an assassin that must follow all assignments that you are given."

"That's it? So what you're telling me is that you'll give me a place to stay and ninja training and all I have to do is kill people? I don't believe that for a second, ninja lady."

"My name is Talia Al'gul and I can assure you it is true."

"Okay. I have nothing better to do anyways."
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"I refuse. You can not make be babysit a street urchin."

"She has the potential to be a great assassin."

"Mother, do you really think I care?"

Pixie glared at the two, a cigarette in her mouth.

"I have no idea what either of you are saying because you're speaking a language I don't know."

"We were speaking in Arabic, you uncultured swine."

"Heh. Say that again, I f***ing dare you."

"Both of you, stop. Damian you will train Pixie. Pixie you will do whatever Damian tells you. Do not make me intervene. I have work to do." With that, Talia left the pair.

"It really is a shame, if you were more obedient and less obnoxious you could be a decent play thing."

"Pervert."

"Watch your tounge, as my mother said, you have to listen to me. I am your teacher now."

"All you are is a stuck up, little bit-"

The sword was on Pixie's throat so fast she didn't know how to react.

"I am Damian Al'gul, the heir of a vast empire. I have been trained by the world's greatest teachers in more subjects that your puny brain can comprehend. I know more ways to kill you than you can count. Do not cross me."