Batman Reborn

"What are we going to do about this?" A well dressed man wearing an owl mask asked those around him, they too were wearing owl mask's.

"I say we just kill him along with his butler, as we did with his parents." A woman from the crowd of owl masks shouted out, there was a wave agreements.

"You forget that he knows of are existence and may have told others that we will also have get rid of." Another man said.

"Or he could just be a disguise for are enemies to get at us when we underestimate him, I say we wake the Talon's and send them to take care of him and anyone else." Someone else suggested.

"No, it is way to soon in are plans to wake them, I say we just use a hitman through one of the crime families to take care of him and if to shows that it is a hidden threat then we take real action, please cast your votes. Those in favour of my plan say aye." A woman on a podium in the middle of the court like room said as she looked around at all the other people in owl masks.

After she spoke a tidal wave of ayes were let out from the crowd, "It seems we have reached an agreement." She said happily as she clapped her hands together in front of herself.

And to think she was so happy because they had agreed on how to have Bruce killed, what a messed up world we live in.

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"To the right a bit, now to the left just a smidge, there stop, keep still now." Smile a pale bold man in a nice black suit, the man then suddenly pulled out a gun hidden inside his jacket, aiming it at a man with a bag over his head, his arms tied behind him and like a cherry on top of all that he had a bright red apple placed on top of his head.

And with a squeeze of the trigger the tied up man was shot down dead with a hole in the middle of his forehead, the bag becoming a dark red colour because of the blood soaking into it, "Bull's-eye!" The man cheered.

"Zsasz, stop playing around, the boss says he has a job for you." Another man said to him after he entered the room, ignoring the dead body as he did.

"Who is it?" Victor Zsasz asked the man while he went over to the body leaned down and picked up the apple, "I just hate to be wasteful." He said to himself, before he cleaned the apple on his suit and took a bit out of it.

"Bruce Wayne, the boss wants it to look like a home robbery, you can kill the butler as well." The man replied before turning around and walking away, not wanting to spend anymore time around Zsasz just incase he gets excited and starts shooting things, mainly people.

Once Victor heard who he had to kill he froze up and just stared out into space, not moving until a wide smile spread on his face and he then let out a whistle.

...

"That's it Master Bruce, keep your head down and use your arm to guard when you punch!" Alfred advised as he watched Selina and Bruce fighting on mats out in the garden.

"Selina, don't let him keep you in one place, attack his joint's, his knees!" He yelled to Selina as she dodged Bruce's punches.

And Selina did just that, she ducked under the next punch that was aimed at her head and before he could try and punch her another time she did a side kick to his left knee making him fall down to his knee but even then Bruce's face didn't change and he quickly got away before she could hit him again.

Selina was worse off even when it seemed she was the one winning, she was quickly running out of steam and her leg felt numb where she kicked Bruce, 'D*mn it! His legs are too hard!' She thought to her self as she tried to keep a straight face and not show how hurt she actually was.

After getting some distance between them Bruce got back into his fighting stance and watched Selina to see if she would follow up her attack, maybe continue to attack him knee.

But after seeing her breathing heavily with even her shoulders going up and down with her breaths he knew that she was spent, but he wasn't going to let that stop him from finishing the fight it could still be a ploy to make him drop his defence so she can get close and maybe get to his eyes and throat.

Bruce s.u.c.k.e.d in a cold breath of morning air and held it in as he rushed in close to her with his guard up.

Selina wasn't expecting Bruce to suddenly rush towards her, but on reflex alone she tried to jump backwards away from Bruce's charge, even before her mind could register Bruce coming at her.

But as if Lady Luck was against her she felt a sharp spick of pain shoot through her leg when she tried to move, from where she kicked Bruce, this stopped her from moving momentarily but that was all Bruce needed to get close and inside his range.

With lighting fast speed Bruce let off a flurry of blows to her guard that she managed to put up at the last second, not just straight punches either, no, Bruce came at her from all sides, left and right hooks to her head that she had to focus and move her guard to block but even then she was getting knocked around like she was in a raging tempest getting pelted with snow.

And with one final uppercut that broke straight through her guard and into her stomach, lifting her small form of the mat's and into the air, maybe 2 meters up into the air just to come falling straight back down to the ground with a thump that you would maybe hear from a group of rabbits hitting the floor with their back feet together.

Alfred went over to Selina and checked her breath and once he saw that she was out cold he picked her up and took her inside to rest, he had already grow used to taking care of another now that his young master had taken to sparing matches that would more then likely end in his partners defeat.

While Alfred saw to Selina Bruce let go of the breath he was holding making a small cloud of hot air in front of his face, he took a moment for his boy to calm down and then went over to a wooden training dummy that was next to the mats.

He then continued his training, striking the dummy with elbows and punches, moving around the dummy as he ducked under the wooden arms as if he was actually fighting someone.

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"Is that him? Looks like he can pack a punch." A woman wearing leather said to herself as she watched Bruce training on the mats, hidden in the woods not far from the edge of the back garden.

She wasn't the only one there either, two other woman and two men were with her, one of the men was completely bold with dark rings around his eyes like he doesn't sleep, Victor Zsasz, he was curiously watching Bruce as he hid with the others in the woods, he was especially looking closely at Bruce's scar's, the ones all over his hands and up his arms, the ones on his knees and he could even see some scars stretching up from his feet but wear hidden by his trainers, hidden like the thin bra's and p.a.n.t.i.e.s that stripper's wear just to temp you and let you know that what you want is just out of your reach.

That's exactly how Victor felt in that moment, he 'really' wanted to know what other scar's Bruce had and he felt that Bruce was just trying to tempt him like those stripper's were that he killed awhile back, 'I really need to know!' Victor screamed to himself inside his head, his eyes becoming a little more crazed on the outside making those around him unsettled when they looked at him.

Now there's something you need to know about Victor Zsasz, he loved to look at scars, he had gotten so good at tell different scars apart that he could now tell just what they were caused by and how far back they were healed complete based of the scars subtle colour differences.

'It look's like he's had those scars for awhile as well but it's strange... it feels like there's and bunch of scars from different times caused the same way in the same place meaning what ever caused those scars has been happening to him again and again but I just can't tell what caused them... this is frustrating.' Victor thought to himself as he scrutinised Bruce's scar's, he took a moment to think to himself a little more before turning to his men, "Go back, I'll take care of this by myself, just leave a car for me." Victor told them shortly before he turned away from them and walked towards Bruce.

The rest looked from Victor who was walking away to each other for what to do, but they all eventually came to the conclusion that Victor who be able to handle it with out their help so they turned away and walking back from where they came through the woods.

Bruce quickly noticed Victor approaching him, he stopped hitting the dummy and walked over to him, meeting halfway and standing just a couple meters away from each other in silence until Victor spoke up, "How did you get those scar's?" Victor asked him straight out.

Bruce looked at him confused until he remembered just what Victor did after he killed someone, marking down his kills on his body with a box cutter.

"Why do you want to know? Aren't you here to try and kill me? Victor Zsasz." Bruce asked him back.

Victor didn't look surprised he actually looked like he wasn't listening, "What? I wasn't listening." He said coming back to his sense's, "I want to know how you got your scar's because they interest me, they're not like any I have seen before." Victor said as he stared at Bruce's hands.

"Alright I'll tell you if you can beat me, you can even use your gun." Bruce said as he walked over to the mats and waited for Victor to follow after him.

Victor looked at Bruce strangely before he walked over to the mats as well, standing across from Bruce, "What are the stakes?" Victor asked Bruce as he drew both of his guns and kept them down by his side's.

"If you beat me then I tell you how I got my scars and if I win you have to work for me from now on." Bruce told Victor.

Victor's eyes widened slightly in surprise at the bet Bruce made, he really wanted to know how Bruce got his scars but he owed Don Carmine Falcone and he didn't want to stop working for him, 'Theys no way he can win against me anyway, I might as well take the bet.', "Alright deal but don't start complaining when I shoot you, it's annoying when they do that." Victor said as he raised his guns, pointed at Bruce.

Bruce got into his stance with his arms protecting his head and activated his Hardening Quirk before Victor could take the chance to shoot him, not caring weather or not he found out about his superpowers because he would end up working for him after this after all.

Victor was surprised and accidentally pulled the trigger that fired a bullet at Bruce's head but bounced off his hardened arm's, and like a sprinter running at the start gun Bruce rushed towards Victor.

Victor seemed to wake back up while Bruce came towards him and rapidly fired both his guns at Bruce but the bullets just continued to bounce off of his rock like skin. In that time Bruce was able to get close enough to Victor that he jump up and side kick Victor's hands, knocking the guns away and making some of Victor's fingers bend in odd angles, Victor grunted in pain as he fell backwards onto the mat's, he then used his elbows to crawl away from Bruce, dodging another kick aimed at his head.

At this point Victor was very surprised, he had just been beaten for the first time and he was even beaten by a bullet proof teenager, sounds like a bad TV show for kid's, "How aren't you dead? I shot you!" Victor raged as he looked up at Bruce.

"Stop shouting, your going to give me a headache, anyway you work for me from now on and I actually have a job for you." Bruce told Victor who was trying to set his fingers back, looking at Bruce with a raised eyebrow.