Chapter 3: The Devil is in the House!
Come all, Welcome all! To this next part of my story! I do hope those who enjoy my story that they enjoy my chapter and I have special to being the first few people to favorite and follow this story!
This is quite a long one. For me that is. My minimum for anything fanfiction is 5k and then maximum is everything above that. Their are one or two exceptions when it's needed for character development. I enjoyed writing this chapter, I really did, especially the beginning. You'll see soon enough ;).
Now, I warn you now, that the overwatch character you see in the chapter will feel OOC in some areas but I advise you all to remember that this character has been in a different circumstances than the original has been through but I will keep this character as close as canon as possible.
Also 'Halo is Bad Ass', and I agree with you in that statement as Halo is fucking awesome, save for Halo 5…., you my reader owe me five bucks(in a friendly manner) :P.
Hope you all enjoy this chapter as much as I enjoyed writing it!
Disclaimer: I don't own anything except my OC!
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"Fucking Sombra, would you stop sending me these damn things! I don't need any of this," he mumbled to himself as he deleted the near hundred or so anonymous emails on his computer ranging from dating sites to porn subscriptions.
"If I want get a girl then I'll get one on my own. I don't need your...whatever the hell you're trying to do." He said continuing to delete emails, sipping a mug of coffee, black, as he sat alone at the only table in the main floor of the MV-261 Orca dropship, until he found an email that seemed be actually from his younger sister, in a serious sense, labeled as 'IMPORTANT INFO'. Very different to the other titles saying 'GET A LIFE', 'HAVE SOME FUN', or 'ACTUALLY TRY IT ASSHOLE'. He clicked on the email bringing up a semi lengthy message with links placed at the bottom.
"Yo, Gabe, hermano, can you humor me and at least go on one of those porn sites I sent you?" The message began causing the man to groan into his hand. He could already tell where this was going. Where the fuck did Ana put that aspirin he'll need it in about two minutes.
"Kidding!... Ok, that was a lie but its not what want to talk to you about. Bro, you need to be more social, you barely talk to your co-workers and have maybe like two friends, that cute blond guy and that sexy egyption woman, and even those two are a stretch. Look, I know what happened to Talon, your friends, was a bit traumatic but that doesn't mean you have to close yourself off. With the rate you're going you'll stop talking to me and Sis and that's a big no-no. And don't get me started on your love life which is as barren as your current destination to Afghanistan. Dad's gonna want grandkids, even he's not here at the moment, and you and I sure as hell know I'm not going to have any for a while. Big Sis ain't going to have any either, remember that big argument they had when he asked her about kids? I might be twenty-six but I'm still a little girl when I see those two fight. So, that leaves you hermano! You're the only one left and you've stopped looking for someone not to mention and your social life completely non existent ever since you joined Overwatch. I still say that's a weird ass name for a merc group. And this is excusing your attempts before you joined, which were few and far between, and not to mention your talking skills. You really need to learn how to talk girls bro, they don't like to listen about torture techniques, gun specs, or if they'd like to spar. Just..talk to us alright? We're worried about you. Now, look up some of the stuff I put in here. If you don't feel like putting your damn name on any of the dating sites could you go to the porn ones? They'll at least teach you how to treat a women in bed, even though how unlikely that'll happen anytime soon.
As always, BOOP!
Sombra ;3
Ok, he was right, he needs those pills, now! He wasn't even going to question how she learned what she knew. That women has always been able to know everything about everyone even when she was a kid. Why does she always have to poke into someone's else personally life, especially mine? Oh right, she doesn't understand the concept of personal space and she loves to bug mine most of all.
With determination he got out of his seat and walked across the main floor, which was a square shaped large room used for rest/relaxation and was also an entrance/exit to the ship. His table was located at one of the corners of the square. He walked towards the cabinet labeled with a medical cross on the far wall opposite of the table. As he stops in front of it he opened it finding its small shelves were filled with all types of pills, bandages and other medical equipment. The man squinted his eyes as he began to grab each individual bottle of pills and read their names before putting them back randomly of it wasn't the correct one. He had gone through little more than half the shelves before he was interrupted.
"Gabriel, are you injured?" A heavily accented female voice spoke behind him. Her skin was a lightly tanned white, her eyes a light blue and her hair a soft colored blond. Her face was heart shaped and her body athletic and hourglassed shaped. On her head was a brown halo and on her back were brown mechanical wings. She wore a desert brown camouflage body armor covering her arms and neck down to her hip, a long piece of cloth flowed down her stomach reaching inches above her ankles. Under this body armor she wore a red skin tight bodysuit and wore brown metal greaves reaching from her feet to her knees.
Gabriel sighed before turning around to speak with the combat medic. Maybe she could tell him where the aspirin was?
"No, I'm not hurt, Angela, I just have a headache. Was looking through the med cabinet for aspirin and as you can see," he turn sideways to allow the women to see the once organized cabinet now lied in a large mess.
" I couldn't find it." He grumbled getting a giggle from the blond angel. The women took a step forward and reached to one of the shelfs and grabbed a bottle then handed it the man.
"Here you go," she said with a smile," now can you fix the mess you made. I spent nearly an hour restocking and organizing it this morning, so I feel a bit dissatisfied at seeing it at all disarrayed like that." She finished with her finger pointing towards the cabinet. The man groaned again before nodding, he didn't want to do it but he had to keep civil relation with this people or else he'd get booted off the crew. As the women walked off towards her medical station that was on the same side of his table but on the opposite corner. He watched as she sat on her chair and began to tap away on her computer. He shook his head before beginning to rearrange the shelves in a neat manner.
"Alphabetically, please!" She called out from her chair, her hand raised, still staring at the computer screen. He groaned again at her condition for cleaning. Seem he's going to take two pills instead one now.
A few minutes had passed as he reorganized the cabinet. His eyes was twitching in annoyance.
Seriously, how is it harder to organize this than messing it up…Ok, now thinking about, breaking stuff has always been easier than fixing it." He thought in acceptance, focusing on his tedious task. His focus shifted, however, when heavy footsteps were nearing from the direction of the bridge.
"Angela!" A very tall man wearing heavily mechanized armor walked down the steps said loudly.
"Halftime is nearly over, quickly, come back before the kickoff starts." He continued as he reached the end of the steps. The man's armor, designed after a medieval knight full plated armor, was the epitome of the wielders engineering skill, crafted by the strongest metal man could get, wired to react instantaneously to the wielders movements, and to increase the wielder's strength and, of course, durability. Coated with a brown coloring with red decal and having some area be a bright, electric, yellow. The helmet that is regularly on his head was removed allowing his smiling, slightly, wrinkled face, his blind left eye with a scar going horizontal across it, and his long combed white hair and expertly trimmed white beard to be seen.
"I'll be right there, Reinhardt, I just needed to make sure my patients are being taken care of." She said to him with a smile finishing up another email. The large man laughed before walking closer to her.
"They'll be kept in good health, Angela, Ana is personally ensuring that they will be. Now, come, before it begins." The man reached with his large hand to her back lightly pulling her out of her chair before pushing her towards the communications station, located under the bridge. Where the rest of the crew were currently enjoying a Football game(not american football) between Germany and Spain.
"Gabriel!" the loud man screamed out, having finally noticing him working on the cabinet.
"Why don't you come as well, so that we may all enjoy a good game of Football and bond as companions!" He screamed out again, getting a giggle out of Angela.
"Why me?!" He thought sorrow. He just wanted aspirin for his headache, which just grew another size because of Reinhardt's tendency to scream out his words when he's excited, he'll need three pills now.
"I can't, kinda busy here, fixing this and all. By the way, if you're all watching the game then who the hell is flying the ship?" He didn't need to ask the question as he had a pretty good idea of who would be piloting the ship. He just wanted to change the subject away from him having to sit in a room with five other people all screaming their lungs out about someone not kicking a ball the right way. He didn't have anything against Soccer-err Football, its just that he wasn't raised to value it. If there was anyone to blame about his lack of enjoyment in sports it's to blame his father. Then, again, he was the same man that taught him how to shoot a pistol at the age of five so I guess he didn't completely ruin his childhood.
"Athena, of course, she was kind enough to manage the ship while we enjoy our passion for. FOOTBALL!" He finished with a laughing screaming before walking towards Gabriel.
"Now, don't try and run away from it, my friend, you have to at least spend some time with others outside of combat." As he said this he used his large mechanical arms to grab Gabriel from both sides and pick him up.
"Hey!" He shouted at being manhandled, literally.
"Why does shit like this only and always happen to me, dammit!"
"Reinhardt, put him down, he doesn't have to come if he doesn't want to," The medic calmly suggested, acting as if this was something that happens normally.
"But Angela the man needs to be more sociable and participating in a group activity such as this would work wonders!" The older man argued as he walked past her and up the steps all the while Gabriel struggled in his grasp. He really didn't want to deal with this.
"Fuck it" he thought before activating his powers.
His body that was once covered in black combat armor, ammunition, and a beanie. Quickly changed as black smoke enveloped him causing his body to become mist leaving Reinhardt to grab air. The black mist flowed out of Reinhardt's hands and around his body before accumulating near the table Gabriel's computer rested upon.
The black mist began to form into a body beginning at his feet. Feet that appeared to be wearing thick metal combat greeves. Moving up from his feet the mist formed a thick kevlar pants covering his legs along with a semi loose belt holding red colored grenades across his waist. Continuing up his chest a thick uniquely patterned combat kevlar metal body armor appeared along with thick clawed and spiked combat gloves covering his hands. Reaching to his neck a long black cloak enveloped his shoulders and cascaded down to his ankles. To finally reaching his face which was covered by a black hoodie and a bone white skull mask. If not for knowing he had a face the pitch blackness of the inside of the hood would have fooled everyone to thinking it he was a solid spirit of death.
"I don't want to go." His voice that was once deep and human now echoed in a demonic tone. Gabriel, or as he is called in this form, Reaper, said to Reinhardt who had a slight frown.
"I merely wanted to bond as brother in arms, Gabriel, you have been with us for nearly a year and half now and we still know nearly nothing about you." He reasoned but the Reaper simply shook his head.
"If I ever want to talk about my myself I'll be sure to let you know." He said simply before changing back to his human form. His combat armor and his tanned human skin covering him once more as he walked back towards to the medical cabinet. He didn't enjoy leaving a job half finished, even if it was just a meanaly task such as organizing shelves.
"Sorry about that, you know how he is." the medic apologized.
" Come, Reinhardt, like you said before, we'll be late if we don't hurry." She finished as she grabbed the older man's hand, her arms looking like a twig compared to the man's gargantuan hands, pulling him to the communication room, leaving the latin man to complete his task and to his own thoughts.
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He punched the sandbag with such strength that it rippled the sand within. He then kicked getting the same effect following it up with a five hit punching combo which tore the sandbag from its hook, hitting the wall behind it. He began to slow his rapid breathing as his 'training partner' was down. After calming his breathing and his heartrate he stared at the sandbag before walking towards it. He picked up the heavy training tool with ease and placed it in it's storage compartment.
"GO GO GO! YES, GOAL!" The mechanized german screamed, his yell echoing across the entire ship. Followed by enthusiastic screams by the rest of the team that was picked for this assignment.
Gabriel tried his best to ignore the excitement, to ignore them. To force himself away from them, to stop him from making the same mistake he did with his former group, with his family, to stop him from having attachments. Jesus, he sounds like a damn jedi from Star Wars but he guessed what he was doing wasn't any different from the Jedi code, specifically the part about having no attachments. Having that sort of connection with people in this profession and in his personal life, he found, would usually lead to problems. Problem he'd rather not have to deal with again. He was no coward, he believed he was the opposite. By having no one to care about during battle would increase battle effectiveness by a large margin and would allow him to complete missions much faster than most operatives. Fear would not appear in someone's mind during battle, fear for others, and would allow for full focus upon combat. He was only polite to them for the sake of battle effectiveness, arguments in the middle of battle spells disaster.
"No, No! Block him, block him! Yes! He kicked it out!" A women with a thick british accent cheered; seems that Lena was having fun as well. He was not surprised that the british time-manipulator had a passionate love for the sport. He was under the impression that most of europe along with all of the hispanic and latin nations enjoyed Football. Call him stereotyping but it was what he has seen with his very eyes making it his opinion meaning most arguments are invalid...Actually you could argue his opinion but he usually won't let you by way of threatening or, if someone really angered him, death by one of his shotguns. He very much dislikes being told that he's wrong.
Which was what Sombra was doing with her not so subtle email. It's always been like this since they were kids, the two girls in their family always trying to tell him what was right or what was wrong. He can make his own choice and live the consequences damn it! He was his own person. It was always so humiliating to be told off by his younger sister and it was straight up annoying to be scolded by his older one.
"I don't care if you've lived for a hundred years or if you've lived for twenty, no one, NO ONE! Tells me what I should be or do!." That damn older sister of his was always mothering him. She was his older sister, not his parent. The closest thing he has to a parent is his dad, the man who adopted him from the orphanage in California, and that guy tried his best to give Gabrial space. In reality seems like he was trying to avoid him completely. He taught him everything from how to fight, cook, control his powers and educated him on every subject that were taught in schools but then there were things he didn't teach him. Things that he dragged both his sister to learn about. He had always known that they were his favorite, that they gained special attention for a reason he never learned about. He gave them gifts, he would ask their opinion on things more than him, he would compliment and encourage on things they did and much, much, more. He rarely did anything like that to him. He merely nodded, spoke to him a few times, before moving on. He ignored him!
He hated his sister's obsession on pleasing their father. Heck, he had at one point accused them of sleeping with him, that he had taken them in to become his own personal fuck dolls. Lets just say the girls didn't take it that well and we proceeded to fight, destroying most of the garden in their father's villa in Greece. The old man was gone at the time, visiting a new museum in Norway revolved around the Viking era. When dad returned Gabriel had left to live alone for a few weeks. After his time alone was over Gabriel returned to found his father was gone, again, and his sisters were packing up to leave as well.
It turns out the old man returned to only say that he was going on a personal quest of his. Apparently, he found something during his time in Norway. That was nearly fifty years ago and he hasn't returned yet.
In all honesty he didn't remember childhood, past, and even interactions with his family. The powers he gained from him has become a curse of his…
He shook his head. He didn't want to think about it now. He barely got better from his earlier headache.
Over the fifty years his relationship with his sisters was slowly improving or not at all in some cases; he wasn't actively trying to be in their good graces. Most, no, all of their interactions were initiated by either one of them or both at the same time. While he avoids them all together. Lately, his sisters have been trying to bring him back into the family.
"Good luck with that." He thought, as there was no way in all hell's was he going to go back. He tried to be apart of their family and when they let him in then they just rejected him, pushed him out.
No, he was no longer one of them.
He was no longer Gabriel Parmenio Eknyx, son of Xiphon Eknyx, the immortal demon, trained in the arts of war and the shadow, the black sheep, of the Eknyx family.
He was now Gabriel Alfonso Reyes, the living Reaper, a determined, heartless killer, who enjoys the rush of a kill, working for any mercenary group who gets the most pay and the most violent contracts.
And nothing was going to change that.
Nothing.
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Over the past nine months, ever since he had arrived in Gotham and returned from years long adventure, he had thought that one day he would arrive at Arkham Asylum. To be shackled, interviewed, and be systematically labeled as insane by this country's government. To be given sedatives that wouldn't work thanks to his abilities and be forced to interact with individuals that he would usually steer clear from. Even with all his cynical contemplation of his possible future he never expected himself to arrive here in these circumstances.
As a guest.
He patiently waited in the meeting room for his requested inmate to arrive. The only place tenets of the Asylum and those of the outside world would be able to meet. Inmate being the keyword as despite this place being labeled a place for the mentally insane it was more prison than a mental ward. Courtesy of Doctor Hugo Strange's relentless political pressure on the justice system to transfer all those who have superhuman abilities to be transferred here; for supposed rehabilitation purposes but he knows that the only thing that occurs here are experiments, torture, and further psychological breakdowns.
"This place has the tendency of creating sociopathic individuals than prevent them. So much for being a place of medicinal aid and mental security." He thought as he shook his head in disappointment. He severely disliked this cities level of corruption and lack of actual honesty. Having a high integrity is an important piece of a healthy society and it was very apparent that Gotham's society is practically cancerous.
There was nothing he could do to fix this place even if he wanted too, and he doesn't. It has enough heros trying to fix a permanent place of sins and a new whatever he would be categorized would either make it worse and or make it a lot worse. Which is why he preferred to just add more chaos. This place was hell on earth already it couldn't any worse.
The sound of knocking on a door rang him out of his thoughts bringing him back to his present predicament. The doors to the room opened and a man wearing a blue-gray medical uniform walked in. He stepped to the side, still holding the door, for the inmate to enter followed by two armed security personnel. Their rifles aimed at the man's head, their fingers twitching over the triggers, daring the prisoner to cause a scene so that they could execute him.
With a smile, Darkness spoke to the man to begin his little plot to free every single inmate on this island prison. To catch the attention of Batman and force him to fight many of his regular opponents.
"Hello, , or do you prefer ?"
He didn't enjoy being forced to fight his apprentices and not have the chance of a full on one on one fight between them. Their prior encounter had ended with the Batman planning to rescue his fallen students and take them to safety. Ignoring him in all together. It was insulting to be ignored like that after making such grandeur of his arrival to Gotham.
Although, he supposed today would be an entertaining enough day to cure him of his annoyance.
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The guy didn't seem that special. White skin, blues eyes, short blond hair, a clean shaven face, with an uneasy smile on his lips. He had average looks and an average build, not too skinny but not to fat. He wore a button up light brown colored shirt with brown pants and orange, black, tennis shoes. A camera sat on the metal table where his folded hands rested upon as he sat on the uncomfortable metal chairs they provided. The man screamed weakling and Freeze could almost smell the fear falling off of him or was that the sweat falling from his brow? He couldn't really tell.
The guards pushed him forward, through the doorway, and on the metal chair opposite from the man. Freeze couldn't really use his hands or legs as the cryosuit they made to imprison him was shaped into the form of a straight jacket. Locking both his limbs and his body in a comfortable icy walking tomb. The only portion of his body that was free was his icy, pale, blue skinned bald head. The face positioned in a bored and unimpressed expression as he stared at his visitor.
What would a reporter want with him after being in prison for almost a year now?
"Hello, , or do you prefer ?"
His voice was just as uneasy as he looked. I bet if he could spook him just a tiny bit he would pee his pants and maybe call out to his mother. That would certainly be a very amusing sight.
"Hello," his voice held an icy echo to it.
" What do you want?" He asked ignoring his question, he didn't care what he called him. He just wanted to know the hell he wanted so he could go back to his cell.
The journalist flinched slightly at both his tone and actual voice before he straightened his back, clearing his throat, and spoke. "Well, I'm here about a rumor that I felt was prudent to make a piece about. Something that had to do with your arrest conducted by Gotham PD but orchestrated by the Batman."
Freeze narrowed his eyes and if he could his hands would be in fists."There's nothing to speak about. Batman beat me during one of my heists and trapped me long enough for the cops to arrest me. That's all there is to it."
"That's not how I heard it, which is why I'm here to speak with you. To confirm my suspicions." he began with his uneasy smile. Despite the man apparent weakness there was something in his eyes, something Freeze noticed. A very small, near unnoticeable, spark of cunning, of calculation, and it really throw the man of ice off. He had first thought this man was wheasel trying to get an easy interview and spin the story whatever way he wanted but now, after seeing that look. Freeze would have to rethink his opinion on this man.
He is much more than meets the eyes.
"What have you heard?" Freeze asked, playing the game of subtlety that he assumed the man in front of him was also playing. The man's response to the question was a quick look towards the guards. The guards nodded before beginning to walk out the room.
"You only have fifteen minutes." One of the guards said as he closed the door. Which cemented the surprise on Freezes face. This wasn't something he was expecting to happen. Almost instinctively Freeze looked up towards one of the corner in the room where a security camera monitored everything that occurred in it's vision.
"You have no need to worry about them, . They have all been paid for as well." Freezes head snapped back to the journalist as his voice, once uneasy, shy, and timid now changed to a deep dominating, powerful, and mysterious more frightening, his once clear blues eyes were now pupil-less red, there wasn't even white in his eyes it was just red!
Ok, now he was the one getting uneasy.
"Who are you?" Freeze demanded but the only thing he received was a large smile that seemed quite friendly, probably in an attempt to calm his nerves, but it only made him more uneasy than he already was.
"I am not your enemy, Mr. Freeze, in truth you can call me a friend and a concerned one at that." Freeze didn't believe him and had a feeling that the man in front of him wanted something from him. Maybe it had to do with Batman? He was asking questions about his connection to the caped crusader earlier.
"What do you mean?" Freeze asked, his voice still stern and trying to act intimidating despite being in shackles. The other man simply raised his hand up signaling him to 'wait for a moment'. Freeze merely narrowed his eyes and closely watched the man movements.
He bent down from his chair and reached through what sounds like a suitcase. He ruffled through it before finding what he was looking bringing up a stack of papers onto the table. He pushed it toward Freeze insinuating he wanted him to see it.
Freeze glanced at the visitor with suspicion before looking at the papers. When he did he had to blink to make sure he wasn't hallucinating then blinked again and again and after the fifth time, along with a shaking of his head, he gasped.
"These...these are my notes...How did you…" He stuttered out.
"How did you get this!?" he finished with a roar staring at the smiling man with rage. These were the notes Batman was supposed to have gotten to research a way to save his wife. It was what they agreed upon. He stays in prison while Batman saves his wife. Why does this man have it!?
"Simple, my friend, and despite how much it pains me to say this, I found them in your evidence locker in Gotham Police Department. It would seem Batman hasn't bothered collecting it since you arrived here." He said with a frown and his body was slouched forward emphasizing his sadness.
Freeze's face was in shock as he was told that The Batman, a hero, the defender of Gotham, the caped crusader, had completely ignored his part of the deal. The amount of rage, of pure unadulterated bloodlust, flowing through him was hot enough to warm up his normally sub-zero body. That bastard had tricked him into turning himself in and he had believed him. Believed that Gotham's most famous hero would actually try and help him, to rehabilitate him no matter how unorthodox the method to do it was.
"Oh my, the room actually lowered in temperature, I thought that was only possible in your weaponized cryosuit." He said with a hum as he looked around the room with curiosity. Freeze paused for moment, the anger swelling within him fading temporarily, as he looked at the other man. He seemed very out of place in all this. In telling him about Batman, calling him his friend, and even saying he wants to help, Freeze glared at the man. What was this man's endgame?
"Why? Why are you telling me this? Why bother helping me? What is your purpose?" He asked rapidly, his questions flowing into the next in a smooth motion.
" Who are you?" He finished stopping the man's curious looks around the room. His red eyes turned to Freeze's and he slowly turned his head to face the man of ice. That erry friendly smile he usually had plastered across his face was gone and what remained was a look of stern interest and mysteriousness.
"Who am I? In paper, at the moment, my name is Richard Peterson but I have much to many names to recite to you in our… four remaining minutes," A cryptic chuckle escaped his lips as he looked at his leather strapped, silver cased, mechanical watch. "But you have nothing to worry about, my friend, your circumstances is something very similar to an event I had gone through in my very long life. I merely want to ensure that you have have a better ending than I did." He spoke in solemn voice, his face showing an expression of remorse and his voice holding hints of guilt. Freeze was confused on his reasoning and surprised at his apparent show of emotion. The more and more this man speaks the more confused Freeze becomes and it worries him.
Whatever this man wanted in exchange for helping him would surely be something incredibly important and dangerous.
"And what sort of situation are you speaking of? Prison? I've been here many times before and I have escaped just as many times as well. I even readied an escape route, already, something I made more out of habit than actual intent but with what you told me today. I think I would be leaving very soon. " His voice serious and angry as his thoughts flowed back towards revenge for a moment.
His visitor shook his head.
"No, nothing like that," his deep voice somehow sounded soft and nurturing," I wish to help you with your quest to save your wife. I am certain that I have the cure for her disease."
"What!" Freeze screamed, standing up from his chair in shock. His lips opened to ask numerous questions but was stopped by a beeping noise from his watch followed by a series of knocks from the door.
"It seems that our time has run out," he said calmly. After he said this Freeze's guards entered the room once again and began to assuring him back to his cell.
"No! NO! Let me go! What do you mean!? What cure!?" Freeze yelled, still in shock, struggling with his guards. His resistance stopped, however, when the guards removed their guns safeties, the audible clicks catching Freeze's attention. The prisoner stopped fighting against them and with his hands twitching in irritation in his suit he followed them back towards his quarters.
He had to be lying, tricking him, there was no way that man was able to find, let alone create, a cure for his wife's illness. He has spent years on studying the effects and weaknesses of the disease, and no matter how much time and resources he gained, he was never any closer to finding a cure than he was at the beginning. What does this man, Richard or whatever he wants to call himself, want from him? An allie? A debt? His technology? There wasn't many things that man could ask for as he didn't have many things to give in general.
"Hey, Freeze, you looked like you've seen a ghost?" A male voice spoke to him across from his cell breaking him out of his thoughts. He had to blink for a moment as he released that he was in his cell in the first place. It seem he was on complete autopilot the entire trip to his temporary home, as he was contemplating his recent visitors words. He ignored that for now for favor of turning around and answering the question.
"Not exactly, Firefly, but I was quite surprised today." The pyromaniac, wearing a torn pillowcase over his head, simply raised his eyebrow at him before shrugging and returning to his bed an action Freeze followed as well.
Batman lied to him, meaning he would most certainly be getting some sort of revenge against him. Maybe he should kill one of his little followers and see how he enjoys watching someone he cares about be slowly dying in a block of ice. Yes, that's sound most promising…
Then why does it feel not satisfying enough? Has he grown numb to murder, to revenge? He didn't really know.
He laid down on the bed, tired from the emotional pressure that put upon him.
"Tired…," He thought as he closed his eyes.
Maybe that's why he didn't feel up for killing the Bats students? He was tired of it all. Tired of fighting, tired of doing this routine. Of robbing, murdering, trying to help his wife, then getting caught by Batman, sent to prison and not long after he would escape said prison. Then repeating this process over several years. He still wanted to save his wife. He still wanted to kill Batman. But… he wanted change most of all, something new, something different. He going insane doing the same exact thing over and over and over again.
Ain't that the definition of insanity? He heard something of the like on a story the news was going on about. Connected to a video game or something? Ahh, doesn't matter now, he just needs to worry about resting for his escape tomorrow.
Though it would help if he could scratch his damn nose! Something is making it itch like crazy.
Shaking his head something slide across his nose, down his face, and falling down to the floor. It sounded like some sort of paper. Freeze quickly opened his eyes, sat up, And look to the floor. It was a small blank slip of paper. He frowned as he lacked the ability to look on the other side because of his trapped arms. However, a moment later a soft click sounded behind him followed by a soft hiss as his arms came free from its locked position.
Freeze loomed at his free appendages with a look of surprise.
"What the…" he softly spoke, confused on how he was freed before noticing the paper on the floor again. With his arms now in his control he picked the paper and flipped it over finding a few words written on it in a gothic style print.
'Be prepared. Your escape will occur in an hour. Notify the others.' It said. Freeze realized who had sent him this message and who had freed him. He didn't need to know how he did it, despite his curiosity.
That reporter was very serious in helping him.
However, the message also said to notify the rest of his fellow super villains. A hint that his genius level mind could lead him to one conclusion.
A prison break.
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"So this guy's been clearing out the underworld ever since he arrived. How many gangs has he finished off so far?" The fastest man alive, The Flash, spoke to the world's greatest detective, his hand on his chin. He wore his typical skin tight red and yellow suit covering his entire body with a yellow thunderbolt insignia on chest.
"Thirty-six so far, most of them were low level street gangs while only few were actual high level threats." Batman responded matter of factly. Flash hummed before his fingers snapped as he had a thought.
"Wait, didn't you say this guys helps people too? That doesn't go along with your whole idea about him being a god complex, arrogant, condescending, mass murderer." He asked in confusion.
"That is irrelevant. Darkness has shown himself to be cunning and intelligent and in light of this I have concluded that those cases was an attempt to throw us off his true intent. It hasn't been the first time someone has done this and it won't be the last." The man draped in black curtly argued as his thoughts briefly moved towards Joker and his successful scheme at faking his change of heart, from being a madman to an example citizen, before he had murdered hundreds of people with his patented laughing gas at an event he had hosted.
"Ya, that's true, I can see a guy like him do something like that." He nodded at his own words before putting his hands on his waist in a heroic like pose.
"So, where do we start?" Flash asked with a sparkling smile.
"We start by hunting down every single connection we can find between him and the gangs." The two heroes turned towards the long stairwell leading up to the elevator that goes up to Wayne Manor where Nightwing growled out his statement, his face contorted in anger.
"Nightwing, you're supposed to be resting, you haven't completely healed." Batman's words were scoffed at by the young adult.
"I didn't have it as bad Tim, he's still in critical back at the Tower." He said grimly before his face turned back to rage.
" Which is why we need to go out there make sure he doesn't do that anyone else, anyone one of us." He explained but everyone knew his reasoning was a lie. He wanted revenge and the two elder heros could not blame him. Despite Dick, Nightwing, not being around the Batcave as much as before he still held a good and close relationship with his successor.
"Agreed, but we can't just head out without any direct leads. We'll be flying blind and that would just make it more difficult for us to find him," Batman reasoned. Nightwing wanted to argue but he stopped himself. Batman was right, running around at night would probably get them nothing. The only time they were able to catch the guy in the first place was because they were in area when the heist happened but that doesn't mean they should sit around and do nothing, they had to do something!
"Batman! Bruce! It's Barbara, are you there!? Please, pick up!" The men in the cave were surprised at Batgirl's abrupt call and the fear filled tone of her voice sprang Batman to quickly walk towards his computer and answer.
"Barbara, what's wrong? What's happened?" He asked in a calm and monotone voice hiding his growing worry swelling in his chest. Something Flash and Nightwing were also beginning to feel within their own hearts.
"Check the news Bruce! Quick, it's bad, it's really, really, bad!" At her words Batman sprang to action as he began to tap on his computer to bring up the local news network.
"What is it, Barb?" Nightwing asked, Batgirl doesn't get afraid very easily and usually when she does it's because what she's afraid of is something we should all be afraid of. However, Barbara couldn't answer as the screen lit up with sounds of gunfire, blood curdling screams, and sounds of panic. A black haired women wearing a business suit was ducking under a car with determination on her face. The camera moved showing an image of burning police cars, dead cops, living one's shooting at their attackers before looking back to towards the reporter. Her microphone lifted up to her lips.
"Arkham Asylum has been overtaken by the occupants! The hundreds of inmates have killed the guards, doctors, and other security personnel, taking their weapons and have began to start what seems like an all out war against the authorities. It's also been confirmed that Firefly, Poison Ivy, Scarecrow, Man-bat, Two-face, Riddler, and have escaped and have somehow obtained replicas of their equipment. Equipment that they have been using against the-LOOK OUT!" she said having noticed something behind the camera man. The camera swerved to the right as they ran away from whatever she saw and a moment later an explosion was heard followed by the cameraman and women flying across the air a few feet forward. As they landed the camera screen cracked slightly.
"HAHAHA! Man, that was fun!" A male voice hollered as another series of explosion sounded off. A groan was heard as the camera moved sluggishly around searching for something. It stopped as the cameraman yelled as he found the reporter women impaled by an exposed piece of barbed steel.
"Where do think you're going?" The camera moved to the left again to be facing the deranged and burned face of Two-face wearing a black and white suit divided in the middle by color. The cameraman quickly stepped back but was stopped when Two-face brang up a large .44 revolver and aimed at his head. Two-face cocked the gun but he paused as he brought out a small coin, a quarter, from his pocket.
"Now, heads, you live, tails you die" he said as he brought the coin up to his face showing the two sides as he called them out but before he could flip it he was stopped by a black, spiked, metal gauntlet.
"No need for the that now, Two-face. He currently has a use for me." Two-face looked to his side, staring at the deep voice being that the camera's limited vision covered. The camera began to shake showing that who ever Two-face was talking to made the cameraman more afraid than even Two-face. Someone who was nearly about to kill him a few moments earlier.
The hero's didn't need to see more to know who was that other man, his voice and armor was more than enough evidence to point towards the Devil of Gotham. Darkness.
"Hmph, fine, its your court anyway." Two-face said as he stepped out of screen letting Darkness into view for all to see, staring at the camera with his blood red eyes in curiosity. Wearing the same armor as his previous encounter with Batman.
"Hmm, that's seems like a good enough of distance. Stay there, please. Now, is the connection still running?" He asked getting a nod by the cameraman, evident by the slight movement down with the camera.
"Good," Darkness continued. The being of nightmares moved his around relaxing his neck and coughed several times, trying to clear his throat. It looks like the Devil has something to say and the heros were worried about what.
"Citizens of Gotham! I am what your media has labeled The Devil of Gotham! A very pretentious title and a little on the nose wouldn't many of you agree? I am no demon, despite my appearance, and I am even less of what many you think a devil should be. I'm actually quite kind when you get to know me, considerate even, but I digress this is not why I'm speaking with you today. Today, I would like to formally invite Batman to the formerly named Arkham Asylum to the now called House of Hades, ruled by yours truly, for a continuation of the swaray we had earlier this week. As we did not get the chance to have our dance. Oh, just so you know Batman, you'll have to partake in a large scale ball with entirety of my house's members before you can even get the chance of asking me for a dance. Farewell, for now, I patiently await your impending arrival, I'll even have Ivy prepare some plant cocktails for you to enjoy when you are here." Darkness did a formal bow towards the camera cementing the prestigious theme of it all. As he stood straight again he looked behind the camera and nodded. A moment later a soft click of metal sounded behind the camera.
"Heh, tails," a gunshot sounded off seconds before the camera fell to the floor losing connection.
The heros were silent, processing the rapid amount of images and words that was sent to them. When they fully processed everything only one of them had anything to say.
"Bat's, I know you don't like asking for help, hell you sucked a lot of pride to call me here, but I think your going to need some more help on this."
He hated to admit it openly, which is why he isn't, but Flash was right. He needed more help than he expected. A lot more help.
He'll need the help of the Justice League.
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How was it everyone? Suspenseful? Informative? Intriguing? Chilling?
The next chapter as you can all tell, hopefully, will be a BIG fight between Darkness and his group VS Batman and the Justice League. Who will win? Place your bets now!
Also anyone have suggestions on what hero's I should put into the fight?
The first several for certain heroes are: Batman, Nightwing, Batgirl, and Flash.
I'm asking for another five! Any suggestions would work and again its suggestion so if I don't like it please don't get offended if I don't put him or her in.
Also how do you guys feel about the background, the hits I've given about who or what Darkness is and how long he's lived for. The relationship between Sombra, Widow, and Reaper. Also the portrayal of the other Overwatch characters, Mercy and Reinhardt?
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