Alright, imagine being a hero in a huge shithole where crime is rampant, but all the people you're trying to save? They all hate you. Why would you even try?... I'm still trying to figure that part out. Through out my high school years I was viewed as kind of... an asshole. To be fair I was going through some stuff a couple years ago. Running away and what not. Sure my douche baggery that followed shouldn't be as accepted but I came up with the excuse that if I keep up the asshole thing, then no one will wanna get close to me. Therefore, no bad guys can eventually use loved ones against me because no body loves me.

I woke up in agonizing pain. I rolled out of bed to turn off my alarm. While all of the scum and villainy slept in either 1 star hotels or 5 star complexes that they own, I sleep in a 2 Star apartment. Higher class, Y'know? I could've sprung for a better place, after all, I stole a bunch of money from my ex-adoptive father before running away, but you have to budget even your 3 million dollars. So either I got cool guns or I dined with high society where daddy dearest could easily find me. I looked at my phone and checked social media when I got a call. I rolled my eyes and sighed before answering it.

"Hello, mother dear." I muttered.

"I'm surprise you still pick up." She responded. "Are you still going on your little superhero crusades?"

"Yes, Finally."

"And you're just killing all those poor men, now? I may not have liked that Holmes guy but I did agree with him on that no killing thing."

"They're not poor men. They've killed more men then you can even count, even if you can't count much."

"Oh what? Am I just a loser while you're the all righteous savior of this shithole city and all these people who hate you just as much as you hate yourself?"

"...Yeah."

"You know that makes you the son of a loser, right?" She asked me.

"I was never your son." I said. I was about to hang up before I pulled the phone back up to my ear. "Oh, and by the way: Everybody Loves Me." I said before hanging up. I guess I gotta explain shit now. I was born (Y,N) (L,N) to Kacey (L,N). I grew up in the wrong part of town, Hell I was a drug dealer in 6th grade. I was probably a week away from becoming an addict as I was thinking about trying my own supplies towards the end of it, but then quit after I saw my boss kill a guy. He was probably gonna kill me too but I somehow was able to knock him out and run off. I was later arrested for battery but to my surprise I was bailed out by this guy named Leonard Holmes. I asked him why and he told me he knew that my boss was a bad man and he wanted to make him pay for everything he'd done. I started hanging with him a lot because he was so cool and because my home life was shit. My mom was a drinker and a smoker, habits that she somehow rubbed off on me, and she liked to yell at me a lot and call me names like... mistake... failed abortion... her son (which was the most offensive). Leonard told me he was willing to adopt me and that we could stop my old boss together. "Like Batman?" "Yes, Like Batman." It didn't take much to convince Kacey to let me go but she told me I'd regret leaving her. But back to Lenny. Remember how he said things were gonna be like Batman? He wasn't fucking kidding. Or so I thought.

He was secretly planning on becoming a superhero as was the style of the time. He knew kung fu, he had all the custom made toys, he had the armor, he just needed a name and a sidekick. I was gonna be the sidekick. We trained and trained and trained, but as we did we started to actually fight and not just spar. From the beginning there was the no kill thing. I always thought that was stupid. I didn't read comics that much, but I knew that these guys would be too dangerous to be kept alive if they were real. But Leonard had to be exactly like Batman (except being smart). Long story short, a few years ago we had one big fight and I had enough. I wired a few million to a secret account I had made and ran away to do things my way. I got the apartment under a fake name, but still went to school because sooner or later the money is gonna run out, and I'm gonna need a job, but the only way you can get a job these days is with an education. Plus, rich girls go to college.

I got ready for the day, showered and everything. Put on a random shirt, some dark blue jeans, and a leather jacket. Skipped breakfast because breakfast is for pussies and left my apartment. I drove off and to the college campus and saw some kids shooting up by the entrance. Yup, definitely Kanyon.

Kanyon University. 90% acceptance rate. 20% graduation rate. Remember earlier when I said everyone in high school hated me? You're probably thinking "but (Y,N)! You're starting college now! Why do you have to worry about them?" Well the thing about Kanyon is that there aren't many over achievers. I've heard the claim be made that the entirety of Kanyon is the same as the worst part of Suicide City. You either drop out and turn to a life of crime and prostitution, become a cop, or get a degree and get the fuck out of this backwards town. However you can't get outta here until you get your degree. Kanyon has this lingering stench on it where if anyone here's it they give you a funny look. So unless you've got a degree to show that you can at least read, you're fucked anywhere outside of here. However, there's only two colleges in town. So at least 50% of my old high school buddies are gonna be there with me... I think. Don't know, was never good at math. And sure enough as I walked out of my car I was met with glares and stares from a majority of the others in the parking lot.

"...Y'know they say if you take a picture it'll last longer." I said pulling out an unlit cigarette.

"Ugh, who accepted you here?" A familiar voice asked. Heather Lange. A constant pain in my ass for the last 5 years.

"Did you even pass 12th grade?" I asked her. "Or did you, Y'know?" I moved my hand up and down in a suggestive manner making her scoff.

"Ew, gross! Stay away from me, creep!" She said. I was about to light my cigarette when some kid came up to me.

"E-Excuse me, sir! But no smoking on school grounds." He said. Sounded like he worked up all the courage in the world to talk to me. I rolled my eyes and took the cigarette out of my mouth. He seemed like a good kid.

"Hey, careful kid! You don't wanna get too close to (L,N)! You might get rabbies!" Chuckie Olsen shouted from his group of friends before they laughed. I flicked my cig all the way towards them. It actually hit Chuck square in the forehead. I snickered before finally making my way to the auditorium to the welcome assembly.

It was surprising how many kids I knew actually ended up in college. One person who wasn't there was Johnny Suicidal. I didn't see any of the other Suicidals either. I've been doing the vigilante thing for a little over three weeks now. Already have quite the kill count. However I did still kinda feel bad for killing off his girl. I don't know much about her and that's what bugs me. She was most likely just as bad as Johnny. She was there at the meeting and everything but I have no records of her being a fuck up like him. No murders, no drug dealings. The whole thing just irks me for now. And it's not like I was even aiming for her. I can only imagine what Johnny'll do to that masochist chick if I don't get to either one of them first. I continued to walk through the halls before my phone buzzed. I had the news set to notify me on crimes nearby since I don't have my own Bat Computer or whatever. "Domestic Terrorist known as The Germaphobe bombs Club. 23 confirmed dead." It read.

"Holy shit..." I muttered. The name was familiar. But I also knew she was based in Suicide City. As much as I'd love to clean that place up too, I'll have to wait awhile before I even think about dealing with those psychopaths. Hell, I already have my hands full with this place. I continued to read the story before I bumped into someone. I was expecting some sort of "Hey, watch where you're going, douchebag!" or something but instead I heard a voice say "Sorry about that!" I looked up and actually looked visibly confused. It was like slow motion as a blonde girl in a school sweater turned around, her hair was flipping as she did. It was like a blinding light was behind her and she was all I could see. She slowly batted her eyelashes. She was looking down at a clipboard she had in her hands. "Would you be interested in joining the..." She began to say before she looked up at my dumb idiot face. "Tech...nolo...gy..." She stared back at me for a moment and no one said anything for a while. Then she slowly pushed her clipboard and pen towards me.

"...club." She said in a high pitch before gulping.