Ch: 35 [Traps]

Ch: 35 [Traps]

[Main bedroom]

Outside the bedroom, a group of assassins silently approached. Their footsteps barely made a sound as they moved with precision through the dark corridors. They have already used sleeping gas through the ventilation. All they have to do is to kill the woman.

The leader of the assassins, a tall and imposing figure, signaled for his comrades to be ready. With a nod, they prepared to strike. As they reached the door, the leader gave a silent signal, and one of the assassins slowly turned the doorknob, but to his shock, a powerful electric surge coursed through it. The voltage was so high that it instantly roasted his hand and arm, leaving his body charred and lifeless. Smoke rose from the horrific sight.

He died before he could scream.

The second assassin, witnessing the horrifying demise of his comrade, quickly attempted to retreat. However, before he could run, five spikes emerged from the floor, impaling him on the spot.

The remaining assassins continued their attempt to reach the main bedroom, unaware of the deadly traps that lay in their path. As they descended the stairs, they met a series of gruesome surprises.

The third assassin stepped on what appeared to be a loose floorboard, triggering a mechanism. Suddenly, spikes shot out from the walls, impaling him from various angles, turning the staircase into a deadly death trap. He fell lifelessly, skewered by the merciless spikes.

The fourth assassin, watching his comrades fall to these deadly surprises, hesitated for a moment. He tried to carefully navigate his way down the stairs, testing each step gingerly. Unfortunately for him, the final step was a pressure plate connected to a concealed blade that shot out from the floor, slicing through his legs and causing him to fall forward, only to meet with a metal spike that fell from the ceiling, pierced right through his neck and came off his mouth, pinning him on the floor and killing him on the spot before he could even scream.

The last assassin, now the sole survivor, was in a state of shock as he witnessed the gruesome fates of his fellow intruders. He desperately searched for an escape route, but it seemed that every path led to a gruesome demise. Panic washed over him, and he began to realize that he had walked into a house of death.

The last surviving assassin, still in a state of shock and desperation, reached for his whistle, but before he could alert the others waiting outside, a sudden jolt of electricity coursed through his body. His limbs convulsed, and he collapsed to the ground, trembling in agony.

Alfred had approached the assassin from behind, wielding a powerful taser. He had silently observed the intruders' grisly fate and decided to take matters into his own hands.

The assassin, now incapacitated by the electrical shock, twitched and writhed on the floor, unable to blow the whistle or call for help. Alfred looked down at the fallen assassin with a stern expression.

"Uninvited guests are not welcome in the middle of the night," Alfred, with a stern expression, didn't hesitate. He tased the incapacitated assassin, rendering him unconscious. The assailant's body went limp, and he collapsed to the ground, no longer a threat.

The butler took a moment to catch his breath and ensured that the intruder posed no further danger. Then he approached the incapacitated assassin and checked to ensure he was unconscious. The traps in the house had done their job, eliminating the threat effectively. Alfred knew that this was no ordinary break-in, and he needed to secure the intruder.

After confirming the assailant was no longer a danger, he reached into his pocket and retrieved a device. With a few swift movements, he disabled the traps he had set throughout Wayne Manor. The house was once again safe from further intrusion.

Once the traps were deactivated, he pulled out his phone and made a call to the other butlers and maids within Wayne Manor. He instructed them to gather and assist him in tying up the unconscious intruder.

"Yeah," He replied quietly. "Although we mostly do martial arts and other fighting training. This is the first time I see her use a weapon."

Elana's movements were so smooth and controlled, her fighting style appeared almost like a dance. Yet, her attacks were lethal and devastating. Each strike carried the full weight and momentum of her body behind it.

'Fuck! She is deadly... I knew she was holding back during our training days... now I can see it clearly.' He watched as Elana made quick work of the remaining assailants.

"Damn! And here I thought my teacher was badass," Selina couldn't help but admire the deadly skills of the silent assassin.

"Well, she is a pro at close-quarter combat, that's for sure," Bruce replied quietly, still not taking his eyes off the scene before him.

Elana after dispatching the remaining assassins, looked toward the balcony at Bruce and Selina's bedroom, her expression cool and stoic. Her gaze met Bruce's, and she gave a curt nod and showed him a thumbs-up for managing to kill the three intruders and creating a nice distraction.

His gaze was equally steady as he returned the nod.

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AN: Alright, with that taken care of, time for the suits and weapons + Counterattack and some real segs as a side dish.