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Krótos sat on the very top of the old Titans Tower, though someone had moved in not too long ago, Krótos usually managed to keep himself unnoticed, silent and black against the night. Most of the systems in the tower were down for maintenance, though the Tower's tenant was slowly turning the systems back on. Krótos sighed, soon he wouldn't be able to come back anymore. He wasn't sure the Tower's tenant would like him to visit without their permission. Krótos felt a small twinge of disappointment. He actually really liked to come up there at night. He liked to imagine the way the light of the city might sparkle on the water in the bay. It was one of the few things he liked about the city that killed his family. Krótos smiled, the rare expression of happiness hidden by his mask. He felt his problems slip away as he gazed at the filthy city, seeing absolute nothingness. Something about it was enchanting, it made no sense. How could such a disgusting den of thievery, murder, and madness, how could such darkness produce such dazzling light? Krótos scowled and straightened up from his slouched sitting position. He stood, brushing himself off and scowling once more, his expression hidden by the mask. Quietly, he spoke to no one in particular, or so it seemed.

"It matters not anymore whether you are bright now, your darkness was revealed to me once. I will purge it. I will purge this corrupt city of both its law-keepers and law-breakers, only the innocent will survive. After that, they will have to grow strong." Slowly, Krótos took off his mask, allowing the city a rare glimpse of his scarred face, his blind, milky eyes staring into the distance. "Did you hear me?" Krótos asked, directing his voice at the camera behind him, he made sure he was turned away from it so his face would not be seen. "This is the last time I will visit your little tower as a neutral bystander. Now, I'm coming for you, little Titan. As a symbol of the City's corruption and dependence on useless heroes, you will be first." At that, Krótos put his mask back on, making sure it was on completely before turning around and walking over to the camera. Slowly, Krótos's masked face lowered down, level to the little camera. "Prepare yourself, little Titan. My name is Krótos. Remember it. For what little time you have left will be haunted by it." He said before pulling the camera off of its little stand, disconnecting it from the Tower's power supply before crushing it in his gloved hand and dropping the pieces. At that, Krótos stood fully and walked over to the edge of the tower, rubbing his hands together to remove any remnants of the camera from his gloves. He slowly looked over the edge, smirked beneath his mask, and let himself fall.

Krótos felt the air rushing past him, the pure exhilaration of speed flowing through his whole body. As he dropped, he drug his hand along the side of the tower, each impact filling his body with power. When the force he'd absorbed from building was sufficient he flipped in mid air, performing a double full twist before planting his feet on the side of Titan's tower and pushing off, using all of the force from his previous impacts to rocket himself into the air, over the bay and into the city. Since he'd allowed the glass behind him to achieve a perfectly singularly elastic collision with his feet, it appeared he hadn't even touched the building. He allowed the force being exerted on the glass to be dissipated perfectly, without any damage to the glass after his feet were finished pushing off. The leftover energy converting into a massive CRACK. It was so loud it sounded like a sonic boom. The glass held against the pressure of the noise, and by the time it reached Krótos, he was already halfway over the bay. The only trace he'd ever been there at all was the message he'd left to the Tower's tenant and the crushed camera.

Krótos smiled under his mask, despite the filth that raced below him, there was nothing like flying. As gravity eventually grasped him, Krótos flipped in the air, allowing his feet to touch the ground first. As he touched down, he dug his heels in, tearing up pavement and absorbing the force from his impact. While it wasn't his classiest landing, it filled him with crazy amounts of energy. Krótos felt his ankles and knees complain, but it didn't matter, he was already bent down close to the earth and in the process of launching once again. Just as he felt himself slowing, Krótos fired the muscles in his legs and blasted out of gravity's grip once more. Krótos flew through the air, throwing his hand out and catching a nearby horizontal flagpole, spinning around it and filling his arms with energy from the countless impacts derived from the rotation. He pushed off, rocketing once more into the air, flipping once before diving back down onto the pole and using the energy he absorbed from the impact to fuel his next jump. Using the pole like a springboard, Krótos rocketed over the city, not touching down until he managed to make it all the way over to his small apartment on the west side. Krótos clambered into the window of his room, only taking off his mask once he'd drawn the curtains behind him.

Krótos sighed, tiredly pulling off his suit and weapons. He folded them, and placed them down on the floor next to a box filled with small, explosive charges. Krótos's first target was a local Justice of the Peace. He was a known receiver of bribes, a scoundrel, and a prime example of the scum infesting the city. He had written accounts, eyewitness accounts, and a recording he'd secured himself after acting as a member of a local gang. Krótos had come to him, offering money as a reward for letting some filth back out into the streets. Krótos had caught him mugging a civilian not five hours later and returned him back into jail. This "House of Justice", was the first of Krótos's targets. It served two purposes, a lesson for the rot pervading the city, and bait for the Titan. Would they come to save a known corrupted Judge from his deserved fate? Or would they leave him to die? Either way, Krótos's message would be heard by all. He looked forward to it. As soon as he'd finished preparing his weapons, suit, and masks, Krótos went to sleep. He was tired, and would need his rest for his mission later this week.