Chapter 1-- I have one life
The night of Gotham city is always quite, dead silence and... unspeakable oppression.
The peaceful day belongs to the winners. The night is pertained by rats, order and chaos are never evidently showed in a single place. If you are an old Gotham citizen, then you should know the rule: never mess around in the night.
You will not only lose your wallet, your virginity but most likely your life.
This place is never somewhere people can live and work peacefully. But for those outlaws who have nowhere to go...
"Clatter, clatter"
Somewhat unclear seawater hitting the shore, give a little special taste to the darkening night, a fish carefully swaying its tail, wanted to come out of sea and breath.
The weather seems awful, maybe it's going to rain.
Suddenly.
"flop"
A "thing" has fallen into the water, driven that poor fish back to the sea, the moment when the "thing" hit the sea, icy cold seawater poured into his nose, ear, and mouse, force him to awake from this eternal darkness of his unconscious mind.
"coughing...d*** it, where am I?"
The men only wearing his pajama hardly keeping the balance in the sea, trying really hard to not sink into the depth of the ocean, but his starched brain can hardly process this action, finally, he decided to observe the surrounding while making his way to the shore.
In this frigid weather, soaked in the icy water for about 10 minutes, plus drenched pajama. This completely exhausted man lied on the beach and felt never wanted to stand up again.
He breathed heavily, stared the sky without a single starlight, then he reached for his chest, right there were three bullet holes, but where's the blood? Scars?
The heart that died is still beating vigorously, his brain is becoming a mess, at last, he gives up on thinking how he ended up here, things he never believed in happened... then why not just accepted it.
"hahaha"
This "sky lander" laughed for a second, then put his mid finger towards the sky, rise up from the beach and threw away the pajama that is drenched in blood, and bullet hole to the sea, half-naked, a step and step head towards the ports where the lights still shine.
After saying bye to his past, he walked slowly, um... maybe with luck of getting away from the lethal impasse.
"Old Gun" Bar, busiest place at the port three years ago, now left without care, of course, it doesn't mean father Kristine 's is making retrogress, it is only because of crusty father Kristine refuses to let the Russian gang take charge of this place with "friendship".
As a veteran, father Kristine won't let anybody mess around in his territory, this perseveration gained him respect once, but now he's left with troubles, not all docker will still come under Jermy's men threat.
After all its just a cup of liquor, don't have to risk your life for it, right?
Father Kristine already persisted for a month, no one knows how much longer he can last, but under Jermy's rule, if he is still keeping the situation like this, something bad might happen.
2‘o clock midnight, its raining cats and dogs cracking down the window, head of white hair, father Kristine wearing his old jacket standing next to the cozy old bar counter, scrubbing the wine glass, he didn't have to do this work before, but 3 days ago, after the last of his crew took the $500 at counter and leave without saying goodbye, he knew had to.
Three funky dressed young men were gambling at the corner of the bar.
The most vulgar dice game, you can't expect those drop-outs to play the classy 21, they aren't customers, They are just hired thugs comes to harass father Kristine.
This is just a small bar, no music, no singer, not a whole lot of decorations, but with some Nostalgia feeling, there shouldn't be anyone coming in the stormy night, so Kristine decide to close up the bar after soon, oh maybe kick those little bastards out first.
Just then, "dingdong"
The gate was opened, father Kristine and the thugs both looked up and saw this weird dressing person walking in, it's an Asian, wearing a dirty black hoodie, seems like a scavenger seeking trash, the bottom is just a pair of pajama pants, naked feet, looks just like some sorehead vagrant.
Father Kristine wanted to kick him out, but then the men raised his head and glanced the bar, just ignored father Kristine, and focused on the three thugs who resume the dice game, he smiled and walked towards them.
Father Kristine continued to scrub the glass, putting his other hands down to the M1903A1 handle, he seen that smile before... Something doesn't belong to the vagrant, but why ask, those thugs seems out of luck.
When father Kristine is ready for the show, the dirty dressing men also start talking to the thugs.
"Sup man, can I join you guys?"
This guy rubbing his hand, showing a look of interest, very fluent English, with a bit California accent, this was supposed to be a greeting, but his dirty outfit kind annoyed them, lowering his overall score, the green hair thug looked at him and moved back to the dice, said coldly
"Get the f*** out!"
The men are not angry, but continue to smile and say, "Don't act like that man, just give me a chance, I'm skilled with dice.
The green hair thug being bothered twice already bit angry, but when he's clenching his fist, the gray hair thug sitting against him stopped him and opened his mouth scorned, looking at that men,
"Wanna join? sure... But what's your chip? You probably don't have a single cent on you. So why don't you just get back to your trash can maybe you'll find some hamburger there, that is where you belong to, hahaha"
Then, all three of them laughed, but the young men just shrugged his shoulder, pulled a chair and sit, both hands laying on the table and said in poker face,
"Look, I'm a healthy adult, I have got a pair of hands, legs, and..."
"Hey, bastard we are not interested in men!"
The last redhead felt being humiliated, slapping his hand on the table, knocking the beer all over the place, "Especially the one like you! Now get the F*** out!"
Under the stare of the three, the vagrant leisurely spread out his hand, finished his sentence,
"Um... I meant I have a life, that will be my chip, fair enough?"
After shouting out that, the whole bar went silent, the thugs don't know what to say, not because they're scared or anything, their first impression is, is he crazy?
Then, felt lucky
It's not easy to live under Jermy, he always orders some nonimportant gang member, to do something "dangerous", for this three, unfortunately, they belong to the nonimportant member, otherwise, why would they be here harassing a defenseless old man.
Even more unfortunate, three days later, there will be a "dangerous" deal... and right in front a crazy dude ready to give up his life, is there anything better than this?
These three had a eye contact, and the gray hair tried to make himself more intimidating as Boss Jermy and said lowly,
"Do you really know what are you saying?"
"Uh-huh."
The dirty young men shrug his shoulder, apparently, he knows.
"Do you know what if you break the promise? There was someone lied to us last month, now he's being thrown into the Gotham dock, can't even find his corpse, you understand me?"
"Ok, it's all set, just give me the dice, if I lose, I will do anything you say."
Young men casually laying on the chair, pointing his nauseated hoodie and said, "Look at me, do you think I'm afraid of death?"
"Ok! Carl, give him the dice! "
The green hair thug put the dice in front of him, he took it and looked, then looked up, with a big smile,
"Oh, right, forgot to mention, I'm He...Nevermind, call me Cyber, Cyber, um... Cyber?Hawker."
"Nobody wanted to know your name, just start, garbage man."
Carl scorned at him, then started to roll the dice, other two too, They are playing the easiest kind, 3 dice, smallest lose, easy enough for 3 years old to play, but from that scattered cash and coins, these three are playing pretty big.
Cyber like this type of place, also the opponents, three hotheads, and most importantly they got all he needs, especially when it's a stormy night, the only witness is the old men at the counter.
"The luck is on my side!"
Cyber shouted it out, then stretch his hand get the dice and the wooden box together smashed on the table, pulled the box away before anyone of them could react.
"Look I got an 18!, see, I told you all the luck is on my side"
Three thugs stupefied and exchanged eye contact, follow on with three greenbacks on next to Cyber's hand, the game continued to round two.
"Oh look it's 18 again, how lucky!"
Round three," Wow, It's 18 again I must be out of luck right?"
Round four, "Ayyyy, I don't even know what to say about this."
"Bang!"
Carl smashed both fists on the table, he felt he has been humiliated again, infuriated, Carl's move his left hand to his belt, and heavily stabbed it on the table, a shinning dagger stabbed next to Cyber, the black handle still shaking, Carl looks like an enraged bull, stared at at Cyber, shouting,
"You are Freaken cheating! Bastard! I'm gonna kill you!"
"Hey, Calm down, dude!"
Saber didn't even look at the dagger, but slowly take the cash away, stacked it, and said, "That new knife can't hurt anyone, we're gambling here, some win some lose, isn't it better to sit and play a few more rounds then yelling at me, maybe you can double your money, right?"
Up to this point, even a blind man can tell Cyber isn't normal, a normal person wouldn't ignore the dagger at all, anyhow they're still Jermy's henchmen, there can just be a knife with them, so, when Cyber raise his head, A silverish metal hole pressed against his head.
It's...a revolver.