Hey guys, so I've had this story running around in my head for a while...let me know what you think...Ch 1 is also up!

Prologue

The first time I saw my Master, I wasn't scared.
Believe it or not, considering just how scary he actually was...
He was a murderer.
He was a thief.
He was my Master.
He took me in when I had nowhere else to go.
He was my savior.
He saved my life, and for that, I gave it to him.
This is the story of how my name went from Dick Grayson: circus performer, to Stygian, apprentice to Deathstroke the Terminator. And heir to his criminal empire. It all began at the circus where I spent the first five years of my life. I can't really say that I was raised there... I barely remember it. I do remember the circus tent. It was a bright white. It seemed to be a beacon for thrill seekers. People would come from all over to see death defying acts performed. They wanted to see someone eaten by a lion, or mauled by a tiger. The audience, whether they knew it or not, wanted blood. And one night, a night I will never forget, that audience got what they came for.

Y'all ready for this? R&R

I'm kinda holding off on my other...trying to get a good chapter for the family of Slade Wilson...bear with me yall!