I went out on patrol with Osprey and Nightwing last night. The streets of Gotham were unusually quiet, which only meant trouble was brewing beneath the surface. As we made our way through the dark alleys and abandoned buildings, I couldn't shake the feeling of impending danger.
We stumbled upon a group of thugs causing havoc in a nearby warehouse. Without hesitation, we sprang into action, taking down the criminals with precision and efficiency. But as I looked into their eyes, filled with fear and desperation, a pang of guilt washed over me.
I should've killed them when I had the chance. That's what my father, Death, would've wanted. He raised me to be a stone cold killer, to show no mercy to those who crossed me. And yet, here I was, hesitating at the last moment.
I let someone into my heart, against my better judgement. I let them see the humanity buried deep within me, the part that longed for connection and understanding. And now, that vulnerability had been exploited, leaving me exposed and raw.
I know I won't be the same after this. I can feel the darkness creeping in, consuming me from the inside out. But maybe, just maybe, that's who I was meant to be all along. An undercover villain, masquerading as a hero in the shadows of Gotham.
As I sit here in the quiet of my apartment, bathed in the glow of the city lights, I can't help but wonder what lies ahead for me. Will I continue down this path of destruction and chaos, or will I find a way to redeem myself in the eyes of my father?
Only time will tell. But one thing is certain - Viola Heart, the fallen angel, will rise from the ashes of her past, stronger and more ruthless than ever before. And woe to those who dare to stand in her way.