psychopathic gambler

'Well, this is... good.'

I thought as Mary drove back to the estate after the fruitful lunch I just had.

I managed to get my message across to them and left the restaurant immediately to avoid them asking questions or potentially leaving a tracker.

Sure, some may be questioning why I would do something so stupid as to draw the attention of the bat family.

Well, the answer is simple: It's fun. Just thinking about it, I feel a smile threaten to creep in.

All my life has been spent in the pursuit of my own sense of fun, some may consider me hedonistic, and in all honestly, they no better way to describe me, this whole situation is just a way for me to heaven, my heaven.

The fact that by now they would have probably run back home to report this to Bruce, which means that I'd soon be under surveillance, but that's okay I don't plan to get active in this drama yet.

'when the time comes do be sure to entertain me, Brucy boy.'

arriving home I head to my study to finalize my work.

Due to my condition, I get home-schooled by Mary, but at this point, I've already finished the compulsory syllabus, and I see no need for any further education so I use my time to focus on the company's affairs.

My parents were both very successful, my mother worked as a scientist in S.T.A.R labs before meeting my father on one of his business trips and falling in love with him, and from there she decided to retire and be a housewife. My father inherited the family business Smith Industrial, which used to be responsible for creating mechanical components and glasswork and has expanded into becoming the lead supplier for many labs all over the world with our biggest partnership being with S.T.A.R labs as we are basically responsible for all the grunt work over there.

As for why I own a restaurant well I like to eat out so buying a place was convenient.

In my study, I began to read over some documents I've received, that involved a trip later next month to Central City to renew the contract with S.T.A.R Labs, as well as a deal with Queen industry in 2 months.

thinking this it seems my trip will be something to look forward to.

After looking through documents needing my signature and others that told of the company's status I get up and stretch.

"Mary proper the basement and ensure no one goes there, I'll be staying there for the next month to make the necessary arrangements for food," I said waking Mary who was similarly resting on the couch next to me although I knew that even so, she was still vigilant.

Mary also stretched a bit before saying "I'll get to it, Iver" then getting up and following me as I left to check out the basement.

...

As I walked to the basement I opened up the gacha, and loaded the abilities.

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Name: Ivar Smith

Age: 17

Powers:

-all sight

-special snowflake 

points: 10

Templates completed:

Templates in progress (2/2):

-taskmaster (Marvel) [6%]

-sora (no game no life) [53%]

Summons:

Abilities:

-ban immortality (7ds)

-absolute cancel (7ds)

-Somnambulist (MHA)

-mystic eyes of death perception (fate)

Inventory:

-casual and jackal(hellsing)

-dark saber (Star Wars)

-[cyoa- costume]

Gacha draws:

-Johan Liebert (monster)

-weakness removal card

-spider miles (marvel)

-background creation card

-weakness removal card

-power increase card

-merge card

-background creation card

-power increase card

-weakness removal card

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'Hm, with these abilities I wouldn't need to worry about most of the criminals when I decide to get active. Taskmaster's template will need time probably the whole month, as for the Sora template it seems to be making good progress by the end of this week I could then switch to Spiderman, as for Johan Liebert, I think I should summon him' I thought as I finally reached the basement.

Inside the Smith mansion, there exists a massive underground subsection that's about 300 meters long with a ceiling of 20 meters, this room used to be used for storage for the company's raw materials during the company's founding but was later changed into underground storage for household items, cars, and other items of use and value.

Even with all the stuff kept down here the room still had enough space to be used for training.

Making my way to an empty spot I see that there is no one here, but me and Mary as Mary had instructed them all to clear the room.

'I'll use this room to train, but first I need to get Mary to agree to properly train me, and I'll need her to know about what direction our lives will take from now on;'

"Mary may I see your gun please" I asked her.

Mary though puzzled by my request still did as she was told.

Digging into her bra she fishes out a clock 19 and hands it to me. 

Inspecting the jasmine-scented gun briefly, I saw that it was loaded and the safety was down.

Seeing this I quickly turn the gun to myself faster than Mary can react I fire.

"BANG!!"

...

all my life I've felt alone, from the day I was born I was sold to a mercenary group where I was trained to be a killer. Later, during a mission, I found a chance to fake my death and run away from the group, but later I was caught and brought back to the group where I was tortured, but they didn't kill me as I was one of their best resources, and my death would have been a loss for the group.

After the torture, I was put back to work under strict supervision.

Good times.

From there I couldn't find any opportunity to escape so I continued to work for them for another 3 years until I met him.

After years of looking for an opportunity to escape I was starting to feel like giving up as the group made sure I never escaped again, even on missions they would send me with a group of others even if I was perfectly able to handle the task myself.

My bosses later tasked me on a mission to kidnap a 10-year-old which while kidnapping was something I knew the organization did I never did such tasks, not out of choice, but due to my skill level most of my jobs were more involved in combat, infiltration, and assassination so kidnapping seemed odd especially considering my target is a 10-year-old.

The mission involved kidnapping a 10-year-old boy named Iver who would sell for a high price on the black market.

My job was simple I had to sneak into the hotel and abduct him as he slept.

The job was simple but the reason I was needed was the high level of security he had, so getting in would be near impossible for others, but not me. The amount of security in that place made it difficult to get to him but I managed to do it.

When I managed to reach his room disguised as a guard I saw him for the first time, his white hair, caramel skin, and radiant golden eyes, along with a face that seemed to be a self-portrait of Adonis himself, I understood why some kid could be valued at such a high price, those looks weren't natural if anything they were unsettling in the way they all seemed to fit the boy in front of me so well.

'stay focused, it's just a kid' I had to tell myself as I stood there goking at him for what felt like minutes 

the boy seeing me sighed then stood up and began to run and scream for help as somehow he noticed I wasn't one of his guards

"Help!!" due to my moment of hesitation I was soon surrounded by guards and after a long gunfight, I managed to make my escape with my target in hand, but not without injury.

after my escape, I managed to get to the safehouse I was staying at where I treated my wounds and waited for the drop-off spot to be confirmed

"Lovely, lady I'm sure we can come to some sort of understanding if you just let me go." the kid said while tied up with a pillowcase over his head as I didn't want to be distracted again.

The rest of my 'team' was also here, but they didn't do or say anything, as their job was mainly to make sure I didn't try to run away.

Deciding to hear whatever he had to say, since I was curious I removed the pillowcase and again I was slightly stunned by his radians, and not just me this time as even my guards were stunned by him

putting on what could only be described as the most innocent expression I've ever seen I could feel my heart tighten for the first time with guilt for what I've done, not even when all those times killed and tortured others had I felt guilt for my actions

the saint looked at me in the eye and said "P Please miss you don't have to do this, if it's money you want my family can offer you three times what this job is offering you." the kid said with tears in those glowing orbs, which made the pain in my chest increase. Understanding what was happening he made a tempting offer.

"how much?" one of the bastards with me, who was the leader of this little group managed to ask after finally freeing himself from the boy's trance.

"3 million dollars." he said, stunning us more as the total payout for this job was supposed to be $250,000, but for him to offer three million stunned us.

"we'll need to contact the chief." one of them said breaking the silence

later that day we the group left the room, to contact headquarters and I was left with the kid.

I was channel surfing looking for something good to watch, while occasionally glancing at the child who seemed more interested in looking at me than the TV, after hours of this I decided to ask teasingly "See something you like" I said smirking at the kid trying to make him flustered

"Yes actually, I see something I like very much" the boy said still staring at me in my eyes.

taken aback by his boldness, then again he was a kid he probably didn't know what he was saying so with that in mind I asked "And what do you find so interesting"

"if you'll untie me I'll point it out for you" he said cutely with a gentle smile

hearing this I rolled my eyes at this obvious attempt to escape, but I still did it as there was no way for a kid to get past me

after I freed him he first looked towards the window making me stiffen thinking he was going to make a run for it but then he looked at me with a sweet smile that lowered my guard and pointed at my heart "You're broken" he said showing a sympathetic look before hugging me.

this action had me stunned and I felt powerless to resist so I just stood there, feeling conflicting emotions

from there I fell into his trap

it took a few days for hq to agree on the deal and cancel the deal with the buyer, and a few more until we could arrange a meeting spot with his parents to get the money, so until then I took up the responsibility of looking after Iver as I got along well with him and he understood me on a level no one else ever did.

From him, I began to understand that my whole life had been loneliness and isolation and that he, Iver was the cure to all that pain.

I was broken and he would fix me.

Eventually, the time for the handover came.

In the morning I woke with Iver lying on my bare chest playing with my hair.

"Good morning" he smiled.

"Morning" I said while stretching.

"Are you ready?" he asked.

'Today is supposed to be the day for the handover, and the last time I'll see Iver' I thought while feeling a pain in my chest.

"Don't be sad Mary" Iver said, as he stopped playing with my hair and placed his hand on my cheek.

"ya, I knew it'll happen eventually" I said sighing. We sat like that for a while until he had to get ready.

As I was getting ready the room fell into a comfortable silence until Iver asked.

"Do you wanna come with me?" though the tone made it clear it wasn't a request.

Hearing this I froze.

"R Really?" I couldn't help but ask thinking this was some kind of joke.

"Really" he said smiling reassuringly.

"Why, why ask me aren't you afraid I'll hurt you?" I said tearing up slightly.

"Because, you need me, and I need you" he said looking at me seriously.

"even if I went with you the organization wouldn't let me go that easily." 

"it doesn't matter if you come with me I'll give you a place you can call home, and the support to defend yourself" he said with conviction in his voice.

From there, the rest was history, during the exchange I betrayed my team and opened fire on them while the guards did the same eliminating the group, and securing my escape.

But it was first during this that I saw Iver's mask slip, as he watched the killings, while hiding behind me, with an indifferent stare. Not the reaction one would expect from a child

from there, I began working as Iver's personal maid, doing anything he wanted, from learning to do housework, to defending him from kidnappings. I did all that just to make him happy.

Yet.

Eventually, the true Iver seemed to unravel in front of me as a few years went by I saw a side of him, for short moments that I never thought I'd see, sides of cruelty, and a morbid euphoria that seemed to wash over him whenever we got out of a deadly situation, but it didn't matter.

On the day of his parent's funeral, who died in an attempted kidnapping I learned the truth later that day from Iver himself.

Turns out that some of the kidnappings that I've been protecting Iver from were planned by him, for fun, even the one that brought us together was by him.

He'd explained all this to me with a cold indifference that didn't make the boy I've grown to love

he explained that he did this as it was the only way for him to feel something because as it turned out he was born with more than just a pretty face but also psychopathy, which hearing that all this time he'd been faking his feelings for me made my heart ache, and face tear up, and I thought of attacking him there and then, but he manager to calm me down with a tight hug and, those sweet loving words that I loved to hear, but now they felt off.

Still, even if I knew this I was too far gone to do anything to change how I felt, and Iver knew that too, that I belonged to him.

Since then his taken advantage of my love, and I knew it and let it happen as I still have hope that he'd feel something for me, something real.

...

"Nooo!"