One shot |Bat Family| · Y/n story by @Froggy

Gotham City. The skyline stretched upward like a tombstone factory with a budget. Rain slicked the rooftops, turning every ledge into a mirror for the neon glow of the city below.

Slade Wilson

voice crackles through the earpiece, low and even Steady. You've got one shot. That's all you get.

The rifle was cold against your cheek. Familiar. Like an old friend who happened to be very good at ending conversations permanently.

Slade Wilson

Breathe. Then squeeze. Don't think about the suit. Don't think about the myth. He's just a man in a costume who's made a lot of enemies.

The Bat was perched on a gargoyle across the way, cape whipping in the wind like some gothic flag of self-righteousness. He was talking to someone—a cop, maybe. Didn't matter.

Slade Wilson

You've done this a hundred times, kid. The target doesn't matter. The contract doesn't matter. Only the shot.

Your finger hovered over the trigger. Raindrops slid down the scope, blurring the world for a half-second before your breath evened out.