DC:The Darkest Knight

PLEASE BE AWARE THAT THERE WILL BE HAREM IN THIS STORY.

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[Unkown Location]

"HE CAN'T BE FAR. HE'S INJURED." I heard someone shout in the forest while I leaned against a tree in my combat gear.

'Looks like it's time for *ugh*... my date with Lady Death,' I thought, pressing a rag to my bleeding stomach.

I looked at my surroundings. In the darkness, I could only see trees and a bat with red eyes watching me from a branch.

'Guess I've finally lost it... whatever,' I thought, staring at the bat.

I picked up my gun from the ground and checked the magazine. Finding it empty, I carefully put my gun back on the ground so as not to make any noise.

I reached for my backpack, which was also lying on the ground, and took out a fairly powerful C4 from it. I was going to use it in my mission, if this mission wasn't a trap.

"I'm already dying, *ugh*... let's go out with a blast."

"THERE'S MORE BLOOD HERE. HE'S NEAR. STAY ALERT. DON'T UNDERESTIMATE HIM JUST BECAUSE HE'S INJURED AND OUTNUMBERED." I heard a man shout, closer this time.

'Looks like they are here, it's boom boom time.' I pushed myself up. But as soon as I got up, I began to feel lightheaded and shaky from the blood loss, but I gritted my teeth, left my tree cover, and saw a dozen armed men searching for me. Without giving them a chance to notice me, mustering my remaining strength, I threw the C4 at them.

BOOOOOOOOOM

The explosion hit me with a shockwave and intense heat, slamming me against the tree behind me and breaking my bones. My body went completely limp, I coughed blood with pieces of my organs mixed in it, and I felt as if my whole body was burning, both inside and out. But strangely, I didn't feel any kind of pain.

My life flashed before my eyes. I was born as an orphan and raised by nuns until I was 8, only for them to sell me and some other kids to one of the most powerful mercenary groups in the world, where I was trained to kill or be killed.

At the age of 13, I completed my first mission, where I took a life for the first time. It was an easy task, as my target was just a normal journalist who had published an article about a politician. Strangely, when I killed for the first time, I didn't feel anything other than slight discomfort.

I returned to headquarters right after completing my mission, and those fuckers at the mercenary group took me to a brothel to celebrate my first kill and forced me to fuck a whore while they watched and laughed when I couldn't even get hard.

After my first mission, it became the same shitshow. They assign me a mission, I go kill the target, come back, and forced to fuck a whore. Over time, I got used to killing, even the slight discomfort I felt at first disappeared. Killing became as natural to me as breathing.

We were forbidden to socialize with outsiders in any way to prevent us from leaking any sort of information due to being under the influence of different factors like drugs, alcohol, lust, and the most poisonous one, women. The only way I was allowed to socialize was with older mercenaries who were far more fucked up than me and the internet was the only thing keeping me sane or it fucked me up beyond redemption, I don't know. Until death, my life followed a single pattern: train, kill, fuck, and look at memes.

'Heh, what a fucked up life that I lived,' I thought as my vision started to fade. Just before I closed my eyes, I noticed a woman approaching in the distance, but I couldn't see her face clearly as everything grew darker.

She approached and knelt in front of me, a gentle smile on her lips. She softly caressed my face, and her touch brought a familiar comforting warmth.

"It's time for you to return home, my love," she said in a loving and tender voice.

"Haaaah," as I heard her words, I let out my last breath and closed my eyes to embrace either eternal peace or, in my case, hell.

My life came to an end at the age of 25.

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When I opened my eyes, what welcomed me was not hell or heaven. What I saw was a child with his caring parents in a large mansion, accompanied by a butler.

While I was watching the people around me, they ignored me. I reached out to touch the butler, but then I noticed my hand. It was transparent and glowing blue. Before I could grasp what was happening, the scene shifted to a movie theater. The happy child, now a bit older, was enjoying a film with his parents, a smile lighting up his face.

When the movie finished, they exited the theater, and the child's father proposed a shortcut to their car. So, they entered an alley, only to encounter a thug with a gun aimed at them.

Fearing for the safety of his family, the man tried to calm the thug down and handed over his wallet and watch. However, after taking the man's belongings, the thug didn't leave and moved towards the woman, yanking her necklace and startling her, causing her to scream.

The thug panicked and fired the gun several times, killing both the man and the woman. Then he ran away in fear, leaving only the child behind. The child hugged his dead parents with bloody hands, crying.

'Now this looks awfully familiar, but didn't I die? Why am I seeing this? What the fuck is going on?' I thought as the scene shifted once more.

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A/N: MC will kill, but only those who truly deserve it, like Joker and Ra's al Ghul. For others, MC will torture them in different ways. Other than that, it's going to be classic Batman, beating criminals until they are crippled for life.

The harem will not be as big as the Chinese MC harem, but there will be a harem.

Also, there is going to be a Bat family, but not like the original Bat family with Batman just collecting orphans like a pokemon. It's going to be a REAL Bat family with his own children, but don't worry, the story is not going to turn into a babysitting story.