WarJack DC/Young Justice-War Machine crossover

War Jack

Batman blinked in shock. He had been tailing some low level thugs who had been burglarizing homes and businesses in the area, when they had left the area, and heading to progressively older, and more run down sections of old Gotham. Until eventually they stopped at a small hill, at the top of the hill was a massive mansion that had seen better days, peeling grey and black paint, cracked wood and dirty window all lent it an overall shabby appearance. The weird thing about it however, were the black and green statues with prominent gears and exhaust pipes that were stationed at the corners of the front porch.

Batman alighted on a nearby ledge to observe his quarry.

The trio of thugs strolled casually up to the door and the slammed his fist into the door a few times before loudly calling out.

"Oi! You in there, time to contribute to Penguins neighborhood protection fund!"

Then the three thugs yelped as the armored clockwork statues blurred into motion, and suddenly bladed fingers were resting at throats, and steel fists grasping elbows, knees, and heads. The door slowly creeped open to reveal a white haired, middle aged man in a suit, who seemed just a little too thin, a little too stiff, a little too… Mechanical…

Then the man spoke, his voice monotone and smooth.

"It seems that plebeians such as yourselves are not aware of a particular fact. The super villains of this city and I have by and large come to an agreement. They all leave me alone, and I don't kill them. It is a very simple arrangement, one that has been tested on occasion, but is still quite functional. So you say you work for Penguin?"

The lead thug gave a terrified confirmatory whimper, prompting the man in the suit to lean closer.

"Oh dear, you claiming to work for a man that I have a small measure of respect for is the only reason your getting off this porch alive. If it turns out you don't work for Penguin, then he will end up killing you. But if you do, tell Penguin that the only reason he's survived thus far is because he had the intelligence not to anger me. Now, if he wants that to change he could have just said so. But, if he doesn't, tell him that he should come by my place with the usual apology, plus a few marker for some free meals at the Iceberg. Is that clear?"

The lead thug gave another terrified whimper, the man in the suit smiled woodenly.

"Break all of their arms and then let them go, make sure its a clean break however. We wouldn't want to leave Penguin without the services of such intelligent men for very long, now would we?"

Then the man turned without a backwards glance as his statues quickly and cleanly snapped each mans arms before gently, at least for 12 foot clockwork automatons, pushing them off the porch and away from the house.

And finally the door closed behind the white haired man in the suit, and the things in the green and black armor went back to their original positions.

And Batman… Batman was thoroughly, thoroughly confused.

Scene Break

Batman swopped down onto the roof opposite the Iceberg lounge and waited. He had installed a dozen eavesdropping devices in the lounge earlier that week for a previous case that hadn't panned out, and rather then removing them he had left them there, and now the caped crusader was glad he had. Otherwise this would have to become a smash and grab for any information that he could get. He refocused as the three thugs walked in, their arms already in casts.

'We need to talk to the boss.'

Came the crackling reply over the static.

The bouncer outside took one look at the thugs sorry state and nodded, before ushering them inside. His earpiece continued to pick up the occasional snatch of conversation until they reached the central balcony where Penguin sat, gorging himself on cold fish.

'W'ot the hell 'appened to you three?'

The pause before one of the injured men replied was obvious as he mustered up the courage to speak.

'I… I think we screwed up boss.'

There was another few moment of intense silence before Penguin growled in a way that the Dark knight had rarely heard from cobblepot, his voice had become a throbbing, gravely mixture of fear and white hot rage.

'W'ot did you do, c'os if you did what I think you did, we're all dead.'

Then there was the sound of one penguins other men forcing their way forward and speaking up.

'What the hell are we all talking about her boss? Tony and his guys come back tuned up like this, and we stand here talking about what else is going to happen? Why aren't we going out there and smashing some skulls together?'

There was a long, drawn out, scratchy sigh, and then Penguin spoke again.

'The man Tony a'n his boys just tried to rob is the most feared person in Gotham for the caped and cowled crowd. E's also the best kept secret, but only because e wants it that way. They arrived in Gotham three years ago. And in that time, they've single and'idly managed to ensure that not a single member of Batman's enemies would try to use him, or take is' things.'

There was a scoff that came clear over the earpiece.

'Why in the hell not? One of those mech suits could let us take this city, you cant tell me that Joker never tried to get at that tech.'

There was a few moments of silence before Penguin began laughing, his gravely voice loud and strident, so much so that the caped crusader could hear his laughter outside the Iceberg Lounge, from his perch on the building opposite.

'Your right! I can't tell you that the Joker never tried to, because he did, and he was ejected by security with a crushed collarbone, a punctured lung, 6 snapped ribs and other internal injuries. We've tried. Every rogue has. The riddler has spent most of the last three years trying to find some tech that works to destroy those mechs he uses, but hasn't found anything. Everyone has tried. E' gives everyone chance, and then if they come bak, well… You remember Fish Moony?'

'…That was him?'

Batman blinked. The disappearance of Fish Moody two and a half years ago had been one of the biggest mysteries of his career, and definitely the biggest that was still unsolved.

Batman needed to get to the bottom of this. He put his earpiece back into his utility belt and left, heading back towards the mysterious mansion.

It was a shame, if the dark knight had waited another minute, he would have heard Penguin ordering the execution of the three men who had attempted to rob the mysterious mech-master. Penguin would send The man in the suit the thumbs and tongues of the offenders, and then hope that would that it would make them even.

Scene Break

Batman swooped to the second floor of the mansion, and tried the window.

He blinked. For what is supposedly an impenetrable fortress, it was way too easy to get in.

He slowly moved through the room, it appeared to be a room of the unfinished constructs, the massive creatures missing parts, an arm here, a leg there, a paint job on some of the more completed ones.

Batman had made it to the end the room, and then out of the corner of his eye, partially obscured behind a set of of unfinished golems was a familiar face, he whirled, batarang falling into his hand.

Standing in the corner was the man in the suit, frozen and still. His plastic and shiny smile unmoving.

Doll-like.

And after a few moments after which the man in the suit, with his wide grey eyes didn't move, Batman realized he was a doll.

He stepped forward, nearing closer to the life-sized doll, and just has his finger brushed it, there was a blue of movement, and Batman found himself pinned by a trio of the black armored machines.

There was a rustling, an electric zap and a crash before the Dark Knight heard a faint 'god-dammit!'

And then footsteps as someone made their way into the room, the door creaked open, and in walked a young teen girl in jeans a t-shirt, with white, paint stained smock, and red frizzy hair that exploded out from her head in all directions.

The teens eyes widened enormously, and then she screamed.

"Jeeves! Get up here now!"

There was a blur and the same man that batman had seen before, and who looked identical to the unmoving version in the workshop, came to a stop next to the girl who turned, glaring, and pointed at Batman.

"Jeeves! What the hell is this!? How did the freaking Batman get in here? More importantly, why in gods name is he here?"

The so-named Jeeves merely smiled.

"I dealt with a small number of riff-raff early tonight miss, I imagine that he was watching as I did."

The red-headed teen was rubbing at her temples as she replied, her tone dead, and monotone, making the question sound more like a statement.

"Did you use the door sentries."

Jeeves shrugged stiffly and nodded. The red-heads face contorted as she forced down her reaction to a mere snarl before finally replying.

"Fine. Began Pack Rat procedures, once thats done institute Cole protocols. Once everything is evacuated, we enact scorched earth. Clear?"

Jeeves frowned briefly, snapped a salute, and became a blur again, as the house came to life. Figures of every style coming to life, jumping off walls and detaching themselves from plaster and wood. Even the house itself seemed to groan and start ticking with gears.

Batman raised his head as the teen began smoothing her hair down as she dragged a chair next to him, and then sat down.

"Now, what am I going to do with you?"

Next time on - War Jack

"I came to Gotham with nothing and no one."

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"Joker? If that psychopath ever comes near me again, I'll kill him like a vampire. Chop of his head, stake his heart, and then burn everything to ash."

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"The rest of the villains and I came to an agreement one way or another, they don't come near me, and I don't kill them, and everything and everyone they love.

Authors Note.

Story I made partially for Halloween. Might make this into a idea vault for Young Justice, since this will only be another couple chapters.