Normal POV - Prologue
Snap.

Crack.

Scream.

Those were sounds that would turn poor Dick Grayson into something the world would fear. The 8 year old, climbed down the latter on the podium and stared at their lifeless bodies. His parents were gone. Dick screamed, but not out of sadness and despair, out of rage and hate. He sat there for a minute and screamed his heart out, then he ran. Away from child services, away from the bodies, away from society. He didn't bump into anyone, he just ran until his small legs couldn't hold him anymore. Then he hid in an alley.

"They're gone." Is the only thing he could think. He sat in that alley and cried. He cried for what seemed like hours then he finally stood up, his small hands in fists. He screamed again and vowed he'd get revenge, and then he swore he never let this happens to anyone again. Thus, Blood-Wing was born.
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Normal POV
Look out there closing in on you now

A boy no older than the age of 13 crept into a large house. Inside was a man who hit his wife, and abused his children. He was the type of guy Blood-Wing would kill.

Wake up or you'll wake up six feet down

The boy crept through a window on the second floor, where the husband was alone. He made his way to the room the man was laying. He opened the door to find him asleep.

The boy pulled out a knife and shook the man awake. The man's eyes filled with fear when he saw who it was.

"Pl-please don't k-kill me!" He begged, Blood-Wing simply put his hand over the man's mouth. The boy grabbed his knife and slit the man's throat. Bright red blood spilled from the husband's body. The life in his eyes slowly drained and the last thing he saw, was a young boy's creepy smile.

Nobody's got your back in this town

Blood Wing moved the now dead body to the floor and he dipped his fingers in the fresh blood.

"These Wings will help you fly to hell." The boy whispered. Then left his signature around the body. A large pair of wings to fit the person.

After the deed was done the boy went through the window where he came in. He went back to his alley where he slept. It was dark, wet, cold, and smelled funny, but he didn't have anywhere else to go.

Knock em in the teeth now

     This is how days went for poor Dick. He'd either find someone to kill for messing with a family. Or he'd take a job as an assassin. When he wasn't doing a job, he was in his alley. He'd found it had a hole big enough for him to hide his stuff in and for him to sleep in. It was his little home.

     Dick knew what he was doing was bad, the voices in his head had told him so. They said things like,

     "Dick are you sure you wanna kill them?"

     "Maybe this was wrong Dickie."

     "Stop while you still can."

But the others said different things.

     "He deserves it."

     "They made that family suffer."

     "If you kill this family you get a hot meal."

     "It's just a kid, you get some money after there dead."

     Dick always listened to the bad voices. He considered them his friends because they thought like he did. Do what you have to do to survive, screw everyone else. It was his motto .

    It was how Blood-Wing first came into being