From the deepest depths.

<Unknown pov>

"HELP ME, FOR THE LOVE OF GOD SOMEONE HELP ME!"

I screamed, I had a feeling that there was something wrong with this deal, I mean the entire building screams death trap. Oh, by the way, go to the abandoned warehouse to do a quick drug deal, nothing will go wrong, I swear. Then come back and we all get paid the big bucks, no one mentioned the psychopath that is stalking me.

"Little gangster man, you shouldn't ask for God to save you as God is the one hunting you. Slice and cut, finger in the gut, going to use your shirt to wipe my butt."

He is back into his childlike singing, my phone is just there if I can reach it, I can call for reinforcements.

*Slice*

"What the actual FUCK, you cut my hand off."

The mass of shadows stood still in front of me, two eyes peered out of it, staring straight into my soul.

"Well of course I did, you would have called for back up, I will not eat more than I need, you see, eating souls has become a little addiction for me, increasing my power. The normal me finds it weird but I think he is the weird one, why go to school when there are people to chop?"

The white teeth that curved up into a childlike smile caused a shiver to travel down my spine, the look of innocence destroyed by the blood of my friends dripping down from his side. His slim blade dancing in his hands, as his eyes look at me like I do a woman at the bar, the look of a hunter looking at its prey.

"We can come to some sort of agreement, I can give you women, money, a place in the gang, whatever you need."

*Sigh*

"Why are you bad guys all the same, ' Wow look at me, I have stuff, stuff I can give you, please free me' "

*Slice*

"I do not need your money or women, the other me wouldn't like them, he wants to make his own, well sort of, a bit of a hypocrite that guy."

*Thud*

"NOO, you fainted? I was going to have so much more fun with you, I only got to kill 15 tonight, that's not fair, hey other me, I want 10 more, come on man, we both get stronger from this."

'5 more then we return, I need to sleep before school tomorrow, make sure to take some money, I need some for the bus in the morning.'

"Why not take it all? We won't need some for a while that way.."

<The following afternoon>

"Hey Brucey, I heard that your parents died, did you see it all?"

The young boy paused as his face scrunched into one of borderline tears.

"I don't want to talk about it, please can we discuss something else?"

An older boy leaned forwards,

"But Brucey, I want to know what it felt like, to see them die? Did you cry? Scream? How did feel?"

'Brucey' grabbed his lunchbox and fled the scene, unaware that a boy slightly older than him had watched the small scene with a sadistic smile on his face.

<A few hours later, after classes>

"What do you want Tommy?

Brucey asked, anger replaced the fear he showed at lunch.

'Interesting' a third party nodded, watching the four boys squaring off with one another on the busy stairs.

Tommy laughed,

"Did Brucey boy grow a backbone? Where was it when your parents were kill-"

*Smack*

The world stood still for a second as the boy hit Tommy in the cheek, feeling the small amount of blood on his cheek, Tommy wiped it.

"You are going to regret that Brucey, you are going to regret it so much.."

As he wound up a punch,

*Thud* *Thud*

Large footsteps echoed as a slender man made his way towards them, despite his slender build, his muscles were still visible, Tommy stopped his actions as he met the eyes of this boy, his adopted brother, Marcus.

"Now now, Tommy, leave the young boy alone, you have already made us late for our meeting with father, move your arse, if I have to ask again, I will make sure father knows it is your fault."

Empowered by the presence of his friends, Tommy turned to his brother, looked him up and down and said

"What is an orphan going to do to me?"

At that moment, Tommy instantly realised his mistake, a small smile spread across Marcus' face, barely breaking his stoic expression. Tommy began to shover, his mind froze, that smile, the same one when he was taken hostage by Marcus, beaten to within an inch of his life and then sold back to his family.

Marcus walked towards the trembling Tommy slowly, lifting him by the scruff of his shirt, he dangled him over the stairs,

"So bulling orphans is your fetish then brother? Why am I not surprised? Me beating your ass into the ground and then stealing your spot as the heir really must have done you in. Planned my death yet? "

Tommy shook his head quickly, looking down at the 2ft drop scared him to the point of nearly fainting.

"You know brother, I could end you right here and no one could do anything about it. You know why?"

Tommy once again shook his head.

"In a city like Gotham, there is only one thing that speaks more than power and that is money, a bribe here or there and people would paint your death as a suicide. Then, I threaten your friends, here, maybe off some of their family members to show that I mean business and finally that leaves good ol Bruce Wayne, the only man who can save your life. Beg Bruce to save you, brother."

Tommy turned to Bruce, piss now firmly staining his trousers,

"Please Bruce, I was just joking around, I didn't mean any of that stuff about your parents, I swear I was just messing around."

Marcus then dropped Tommy slightly before catching him again, smiling he looked at Bruce,

"That didn't sound like begging to me, how about you Bruce?"

Before Bruce could respond, the phone rang, still lifting Tommy with one hand, Marcus looked at who was calling him, his father.

"Tommy, you have made me really late again."

Marcus ignored the confused stares of the students as he dragged Tommy down the flights of stairs and went to leave the school, still grabbing Tommy by the scruff of his neck. Slapping himself on the head, he turned around and said

"From this day forwards, Bruce Wanye is under my protection, see that you treat him right."

Dragging his bruised and battered brother into the Limo that waited outside, Marcus snarled

"If I hear that you have hurt that boy in any way, I will make you wish I had killed you, is that understood whelp?"

Tommy nodded his head, shouting to his driver,

"Take us to Father, I believe he is meeting Don Falcone today, we are already late, they will not like that."

Chapter End. (1100 words)

I'm going to leave a quick q/a here for questions I'm expecting people to ask.

How frequent will chapters be?

When I can make them, simply put I don't have a lot of free time, I will try to make all of my chapters between 1000-2000 words.

When is this set?

This will follow the Tv show, Gotham, at least at the start, it may become more Au towards the end of the show, moving onto more dc works like the justice league and the like. I also couldn't decide whether to do a Marvel or Dc book so expect a possible Marvel crossover at some point.

Why have you not decided on whether it will be a Harem or not?

Quite simply because I can't decide which character will be the sole romance option if there is no Harem, right now I'm leaning towards a small Harem at the start of the story, 2-3 main members with a few side members if I take things further I may make a side member a main one or add a few more, specifically if we go the Marvel route.

What was the start of the chapter?

Marcus has two personalities living inside of his body, they are the same person, share the same body however the second one formed after the death of his parents, any more will be major spoilers. His powers are semi-supernatural in origin.

Will the main character be a hero?

Simply no, while he may not always take the evil option, you will never really be able to say he is a hero, his mind is way too warped for that...

If you have any further questions then leave them in a paragraph comment here, thanks for reading and see ya soon for the next chapter.