// Im eating chicken flavored noodles because i wrote about chicken flavored noodles hoho
Chapter 2 – I kinda fucked up.
Altair walked.
Like normal human walk.
The warehouse job was done. His arm was still sore and it hurt alot, his jacket still smelled like burnt chemicals, and the cyberware "picked up" for free in his duffel bag was clanking with every step.
Night City didn't care.
Some drunk guy was puking in an alley. A joytoy lit up a cigarette like she had all the time in the world. Gangers were yelling near the corner, and a street doc was arguing with a customer over some second-hand implants that were probably stolen—or worse, still warm.
Altair didn't look at any of them. Just kept walking through it all like background noise.
This city was loud, dirty, broken. He didn't belong here.
But he was here anyway.
***
Megabuilding H10 – Room 0913
Altair dropped the chrome arm with a solid clunk, kicked the door shut behind him, and face-planted straight onto the mattress.
Everything hurt. His back. His ribs. His pride.
The apartment still smelled like gun oil and cup ramen.
Before he could even breathe right, the system pinged.
[You have 7 Attribute Points and 6 Perk Points available.]
"Oh right. That."
He forgot he'd been hoarding them like a broke kid saving coupons.
Five from earlier. One from taking out those Maelstrom freaks.
And another from the side gigs he cleaned up the past few days—muggings, organ runners, sketchy back-alley ripper docs.
Nine street-level jobs. Very annoying and dangerous of course.
But they stacked XP, and every level-up dropped a perk point.
He hadn't spent any of them.
Wanted to see what the system would throw at him first before locking anything in.
Now? He had a better idea.
{Attribute Allocation] System note: You need this.
He stared at the menu like it personally offended him.
What's up with this system?
Anyways, The Batman play was obvious to him. or atleast it was from when he played the mod.
Intelligence and Technical.
Crafting tech. Tech Combat.
Real shadow-in-the-night shit.
Unlike the normal base Batman, he played a more mesh of Iron Man + Batman.
The mod literally allowed his creativity to run wild and he somehow managed to create an arc reactor after hoarding several resources and quest blueprints from the mod.
Pretty dope.
This was the build he was going to focus on, However.
That stuff wouldn't be until he got enough resources and somehow the required knowledge.
it wouldn't help much if he got capped in the head tomorrow.
Unlike in the game, where he could just take drugs to heal up or save and load.
He'll really get flatlined if he gets shot.
Right now, he needed to stay alive.
Fast hands. Fast dodges. Cold nerves.
And just enough muscle to hit back.
So base Batman for now.
COOL: 7 → 10 (+3)
REACTION: 3 → 6 (+3)
BODY: 5 → 6 (+1)
[Attribute Allocation Complete.]
Altair rolled his shoulders. His breathing evened out a little.
Heart wasn't slamming against his chest anymore.
Movements felt cleaner. Snappier. Less "guy with a gun" and more "guy you don't see coming."
He cracked his neck.
"Alright. Let's see what the rest of this shit does."
Perk Allocation
+1 Perk (Body): Urban Combat Basics (Common)
"You know how to throw hands without breaking your own face."
+1 Perk (Cool): Ghost Walk (Common)
"Reduces your footsteps while walking or crouching. Stealth go up."
+1 Perk (Reaction): Quickdraw (Uncommon)
"Faster weapon draw and swap speed. Guns up before they blink."
+1 Perk (Cool): Shadow Composure (Uncommon)
"Less recoil. More calm. Less panic when bullets are flying past your face."
+1 Perk (Intelligence): Basic Interface Bypass (Common)
"You can hack open low-level doors and dumb terminals. Barely."
+1 Perk (Body): Momentum Strike (Uncommon)
"Sprint. Hit. Watch them go flying. It hurts more than it should."
[All 6 Perk Points Spent.]
Altair leaned back and sighed.
Nothing flashy. Nothing broken.
But together? It felt like a real gamer build.
"Slow-ass Batman build. But I'll take it."
He slid the chrome arm under the bed and kicked his boots off.
Altair laid there for a second, staring at the stained ceiling like it might fall on him.
Then the system chimed again.
[NEWBIE GIFT PACK AVAILABLE]
"Claim your welcome reward, oh lost soul of a broken world."
"...That's dramatic."
He sat up, cracked his neck, and tapped the option with a tired finger.
[Opening Gift Pack...]
HM¤##gFEW&/"#(/"#/("dfDWd#
A weird but oddly funny nonsense-sounding hum buzzed through his head. Then the UI popped up.
NEWBIE GIFT PACK UNLOCKED
1. YEAR ONE BATSUIT (Prototype) (Rare)
Lightweight armored suit.
Not bulletproof, but it'll stop a stab or two.
Comes with basic thermal vision, built-in comms, and a HUD that doesn't suck.
Slight fear effect against idiots.
Durability: 73%
2. MARTIAL ART UNLOCKED – MUAY THAI (Uncommon)
Basic forms uploaded. Elbow, knee, clinch, and all that.
You've unlocked the "Beginner Fighter" path.
Mastery: Uncommon (10%)
Styles remaining: 127
3. BEGINNER SCIENCE KNOWLEDGE (Common)
General understanding of physics, chemistry, biology, and basic street tech.
Just enough to stop you from blowing yourself up crafting something.
Altair blinked.
"Okay… that's actually decent."
He stood up and walked over to the busted mirror hanging above his sink. The suit was packed in a compact case on the floor, matte black, smooth armor weave. No cape bullshit. No flashy logo.
Just utility.
He threw the top on, then the pants. Flexed.
Light. Strong. Kind of tight in the shoulders, but manageable.
He threw a few slow jabs. Elbow. Knee.
Not bad. It all flowed a bit too naturally. Like someone installed muscle memory in the back of his skull.
[Muay Thai skill engaged.]
[Stamina drain: Low]
[Technique sync: 12%]
"Alright. That's freaky. But cool."
...
"But seriously 127 Martial arts? What the fuck?!"
***
Meanwhile...
Somewhere in Watson, a fixer's warehouse buzzed with encrypted chatter.
A Maelstrom runner pulled up a frozen image on an overhead holo. The aftermath of the warehouse hit.
No camera footage of the guy. Just a blurry masked figure in smoke.
"Those idiots call him a ghost."
"Warehouse got wiped clean. Our buyers pulled out."
Another voice. Older. Rough.
"So who the fuck is this? Another merc?"
"No idea. Street cams got nothing. Just… some dude. Mask. No gang colors. No trail."
The older voice clicked his tongue.
"Then go find him, he's ruined several of our operations, Brick won't be happy about this Moron!"
***
Room 0913 – Back at It
Altair collapsed back onto the mattress. The armor creaked slightly as he adjusted against the wall.
He felt... heavier. Not physically. Just mentally. Like something had shifted.
He wasn't just some random thrown into Night City anymore.He had a system. A suit. A style.And a target painted on his back now, apparently.
He stared at the ceiling again. The buzzing light above him flickered like it was about to blow.
"Yeah. Same."
Outside, the city was still screaming.
***
The next day.
He should've known it was a trap.
The system pinged like normal:
[CRIME DETECTED]Target: Suspected Black Market Cyberware DealLocation: Northside Docks – Sector DStopping this will count toward your mission.
Sounded easy.Another ripperdoc op or some sketchy Maelstrom deal.
Altair geared up, masked up, and headed in like usual. Warehouse. High ground. Smoke bombs loaded. Lexington ready.
Drop in, scare the shit outta them, take them out one by one.
That was the plan.
The second his boots hit the floor?
[ALERT: SURROUNDED]
Red lights. Heavy thuds. Footsteps.
And a voice.
"There he is."
"…Ah, fuck me."
Fifteen seconds later, a shotgun blast clipped the fuck out of his shoulder, spun him into a crate, and left his arm half-dead.
"FUCK!"
He rolled, fired two shots—hit someone in the gut. Didn't even drop the guy.
Another one charged him with blade arms. Altair ducked, barely.
Too slow.
Metal sliced across his cheek, hot and clean. Blood blurred his vision.
He aimed, fired—three times—until the chrome bastard hit the floor.
[+600 Reaction XP][+400 Body XP][Enemy Downed – 1/???]
Then more came out. From the shadows. From behind walls. From fucking nowhere.
They weren't just waiting.
They were after him.
"That's him!""Put his head on a fucking pike!""He's the one that hit warehouse 32!"
Altair didn't even count how many.
They came in hard. Loud. Chrome everywhere. Fast legs. Blade arms. One guy with a hammer the size of a goddamn vending machine.
Altair threw a smoke and ran.
"FUCK this!"
He got a few steps before someone grabbed his leg. He kicked, stomped, shot—
Barely got away.
A bullet caught his side. Another skimmed past his neck.Blood sprayed somewhere. Might've been his. Might not.
The Lexington clicked empty.
"NO, no no no—fuckin' reload—!"
He chucked the empty mag at someone's face and kept moving.
He hit a side door and kicked it open—Right into another Maelstrom with a pipe.
CRACK.
Stars. Static. White noise. The HUD flickered.
Altair came to behind a dumpster. Side bleeding. Shoulder wrecked. One eye barely open. Mask cracked halfway off his face.
[SYSTEM ERROR – Visual Assist Offline][Pain Suppression Low][Stamina: 12%]
"...Fucking chrome addicts—"
Of course when things were going too well, this would happen...
Maybe he was a bit too arrogant to use the same plan again and again.
But what else could he do he wasn't really batman...
"Damn it."
He pushed himself up with his good arm. The other one was dead weight. His leg was fucked like really fucked. Every movement sent a fresh wave of pain through his body.
Another ping.
[Objective: ESCAPE. Just. Fucking. Run. RUN!!]
"Yeah. Thanks for the obvious fucking reminder!"
***
Watson, Somewhere...
He didn't remember how he got there.
Everything was a blur. Neon. Noise. Sirens somewhere. People staring, then pretending not to see.
His arm was numb. His side was wet. His boot squished with every step.
Finally—through the fog—he saw it.
Misty's Esoterica
Light flickering. Front door cracked open.
He didn't knock.
He fell through it.
Last thing he heard was the cry of a girl.
"H—!"
Altair coughed up something that might've been blood.
His eyes were blurry, and he was cold..
Was he dying?
He didn't know.
He didn't care...
He was so exhausted...
What a fucked up way to die.
Chapter end.
// I was a bit undecided on what scenario I would write for this, butt ill make sure to write it better next chapter, ps: I'm writing another one already lol, hopefully i can finish it in a good time.
PSS: Give me some stoneeess also if u got suggestions gib me those too I'm still level 1 crook lol.