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There are a lot of things about Gotham that one can learn if you watch closely enough, oh, and looked up every once in awhile. Before the insanity struck if you watched the sky over the pond you could see Superman flying around occasionally. If you were out at night and looked to the rooftops you might catch a glimpse of Catwoman or Batman. Walk past the wrong alley and you might see Cobblepot or Dent plotting something. However if you did you'd best be prepared to either run or be a couple hundred dollars richer, bribes and bullets. Things to expect if you've had your ears to the Gotham underground long enough.

"Master MacLeod do you read?" Alfred Pennyworth, he was the radio operator for the junior members of the resistance, he was walking me through my assignment. Liberate an impounded Lexcorp shipping truck. In Layman's terms: Steal it.

"I read you, Alfred. I'm currently on a rooftop overlooking the impound. A couple sentries, around six. There are probably a good amount of reserve guards inside. My guess is that whatever is in that truck is either not worth much, or they aren't expecting anything too crazy. How should I proceed?" there were a few new modifications to my mask, a voice scrambler, a mic, and a radio earpiece. I was currently crouched on a gargoyle above the impound lot, Wayne had provided a few tools of the trade, a grappling gun is one to be expected. The remote explosives were a surprise though. I clambered my way down the building and stalked my way to the lot. Concrete reinforced front gate, wire fence lined with concrete on all sides except the waterfront. The buildings neighboring the lot had been demolished. A butcher shop and a laundromat, if I remember correctly. I made it to the edge of the city and the waterfront, low tide. I could hold myself over the edge and make it to the impound. I did so and eventually hauled myself back up over the edge on the inside of the fence, behind a stack of shipping containers. I stayed low, crawling along the ground to the nearest guard. I grabbed him and dragged him behind the containers, I held my knife to his neck.

"Guns on the ground, a noise and you're dead."

"Alright, alright, take it easy." he complied and I shoved him against the containers, keeping the blade close.

"The keys to the Lexcorp truck, where are they?"
"I ain't telling you shit." I sighed before driving my knife into the container an inch from his ear, pierced the steel.

"I don't have time for your bravado, you tell me now or you die, get tossed in the ocean, and I move on to your friends, one by one until they tell me what I need." A bluff, I wasn't here to murder, but it worked, the man's eyes widened and he began to shake in his armor. I kept him stared down, don't blink, show no hesitation.

"They're inside...the registration building, you won't make it to them though, Stone's in there...he's gonna feed you your entrails." I raised an eyebrow under the mask and shrugged before slamming the hilt of the knife into his temple.

"Who the hell is 'Stone' Alfred?" I asked, sneaking my way to said building.

"Victor Stone, sir. Most know him as Cyborg now."

"Why is it that everyone I went to college with is now superpowered…" I mumbled before climbing my way up the building towards an upstairs window. I popped the lock with my blade and opened it up, crawling inside and scanning the room, empty, no keys and no guards. I sighed to myself before making my way downstairs, only two doors, the exit and the other room. I entered the room as quietly as I could, should've known it wouldn't be enough.

"You gonna come out into the open or am I gonna have to start blasting?" I sighed at the loud voice before stepping out into his view.

"You really gonna destroy the building and possibly kill your men to flush out a thief?" I said, crossing my arms. Cyborg closed the holographic window in front of him and stepped forward himself.

"Well the thief snuck past trained soldiers and knocked out one. Nice mask Mackie." I sighed again scanning the room for the keys, "looking for these?" he held up the keyring.

"I just can't get a break this week can I?"

"You chose the wrong side."

"The fuck did you expect me to do, Vic?! Huh?" I growled, getting into my stance,

"I expected you to be smarter than this, Mackie...c'mon man, you know fighting the regime is useless." He prepped his sonic cannon as he said this, the whirring of the device filled the room.

"You know I had a black card, Vic. They withheld my rations and pay for six months. I was starving. Along with that you know I don't like bullies. Superman is insane...yes the Joker deserves what he got, but he went off the deep end after Metropolis. He's no better than Hitler now. Except instead of gas chambers and jews, it's heat vision, firing squads, and the families of criminals that are suffering. What happened to 'fathers will not be put to death for their sons, nor will sons be put to death for their fathers'...innocent until proven guilty? fair and speedy trial? The fifth? Free Speech? Where did it all go? I'll tell you where it all went: The Jack Napier crematorium." I growled, feeling the familiar pull of my mother's magic, the sai burned through the realm and entered my grip. I pointed the wicked blade at him, "People have taken to calling me Struggler recently...struggle builds strength, and I've strength enough to try and beat some sense into you, Cyborg." I held my glare at him, waiting to see how he would react.

"You really want to do this, Mac?"

"I'm done playing nice."

"You know I'll kill you."

"How about I feed you your teeth."

The fight started then, I rolled out of the way of a sonic blast before rushing him. Knee to the gut, elbow cross, clawing palm to the temple, headbutt. He stumbled back and launched another blast, this one connected and sent me stumbling back myself.

"You ain't foolin' around…" my response was to hurl the sai at him and rush again, I took a metal fist to the gut but kept fighting, we exchanged blows, I could see his eyes narrow as i blocked his strikes. "More than just summoning magic eh, Henry?"

"Classified." I growled before bringing my head back and slamming it into his face, I followed with a relentless combination of knees, elbows, kicks, and strikes that I had no classification for...my instincts guided me, both hands held sai now, held inverse to use the handles and bludgeons, he attempted to strike me with both hands but I blocked, countered, and drove both sai through his palms and into the walls behind him. Sparks flew from his wounds and his glare at me could kill. I yanked the keys off the magnetic pad on his hip and walked out.

"You're going to be hunted down after this...you know that right?"

"I knew that the moment I broke Robin's nose."

"Why didn't you ever tell anyone you were a Meta before all this...you could've been a Titan."

"I didn't know. Besides...the last time you let the child of a killer into you team, she stabbed Garfield, and gouged her own eye out."

-Later, Resistance Headquarters-

After losing the immediate response team and stripping the truck of all tracking devices I drove said truck to the base. Selina Kyle was waiting when I entered the cavern, she gave an impressed hum.

"Quite the heist for your first time, put those pointers to use, Henry?" She quipped, I hopped out of the driver's seat and tossed her the keys before shrugging.

"Had a few complications of the cybernetic variety. Vic was there. Gave me a good whack in the ribs."

"Well it's a good thing yours don't break then. So, let's see what's in here eh?" She then proceeded to unlock the armored back of the trunk to reveal dozens of crates.

"You said you needed Vibranium." Batman's voice cut through the air behind us. "Killed two birds with one stone by having you retrieve this. It was a good test of your abilities. Cyborg was a good opponent for you." He said walking up and taking one of the crates out of the truck. I opened it and took out a 5 pound ingot of the valuable metal. Tossing it lightly in my hand I placed it back in the crate.

"How much do you figure is in there, Wayne?" I asked, climbing into the back and moving said crates towards the exit, thank god they had wheels.

"More than a ton. Think you'll be able to get to work between your training, Henry?"

"You're damn right I can...as long as that forge is in working order I can get to work on this...I'm gonna need everyone to come in for measurements."

"Moving kinda quickly there, don't you think Henry?"

"Oh shut up Selina you know what I mean." After a bit of leg work we got all the crates loaded onto pallets and moved to my workshop. There was a sign above the door, colorful with a small drawing of me and Harley swinging hammers down onto a red ingot, "Mackie's Machining...well she isn't wrong." I mumbled, easing open the door and moving the crates inside. There was a forge enclosed in a highly ventilated and cooled workroom. On the other side were assorted grindstones and repair stations. The metalworking station and mill were located on the far wall.

"Toso-Ka." Grandmaster Sub-Zero entered the room, observing the tools around the room, "You're training will continue soon...I see you've set up a smithy." I shrugged lightly before picking up an ingot and tossing it to him.

"Stronger than steel and half the weight. Completely shock absorbent, and nigh indestructible in the right alloys...the most useful aspect of it, however, is how it can defend against, and reflect, kryptonian heat beams." I explained, tapping my own bracer. "Damn useful. But a bitch and a half to mill. You got to forge it. It's also something you shouldn't display. Too much gives away what you're using and they'll prepare for it. It's why I only stole this bracer instead of a whole suit...along with the fact I can parry better with this. I'm not going to be making everyone suits, but rather pieces of armor that go along with their own outfits and shields to those who want them. Weapons as well. A vibranium .50 cal may as well be the closest to kryptonite you can get without using the stone itself."

The people in the room turned to me with rather suspicious stares.

"What?" I asked, Batman voiced the room's confusion,

"How do you know all this...and how did I not?" He asked, I shrugged and opened my mouth to answer when Harley poked her head through the door.

"Mackie's a total weapon's geek, B-man. Like big time weapons geek. One time we had a chemistry project and we had to make something interesting and controllable out of household stuff. He made freakin' thermite and C4...oh and no he's not crazy. He's perfectly sane, just has an affinity for work of the KABLOOEY variety."

"Thanks for the exposition, Harleen." I stated before intercepting a projectile hug from the woman. I held her at arm's length. "What's with all the glomps?"

"The one person that doesn't see me as an unhinged barely sane maniac, you're an old friend, I'm keeping you." I shrugged before patting her head and moving to talk with Sub-Zero.

"Grandmaster, I got a second sai when fighting Cyborg."

"You're getting more in tune with your mother's magic. We'll need to train more. However this also means she may be taking notice of your drawing on her power. Either way, you need to train more. Come. We'll focus on the spirit today."

He led me to the training room and back to the prayer mats.

"Sit." I did so and he sat across from me. "Your soul is unique. As is everyone's to themselves, meditation may be...cliche, however it doesn't discredit its effectiveness. You must look into yourself in order to discern your own power. Your mother's sai may be effective, but you'll be drawing her attention to you. Enough of which she may come to look for you. Beastly as she is she is not an imbecile. Soon enough she may travel here to see who her child is. Complicated as that may be, she is still a mother, who will go to great lengths to satisfy her curiosity. Close your eyes." I did so, keeping my focus on my task. "Traditionally, souls take on the appearance of a green flame or smoke however in his realm they vary depending on the individual. You must delve into your own… Seek it out, Toso-ka." I growled lightly but focused, I never believed in this, the soul and magic...yet here I am, meditating, focusing on the pulling feeling I felt when I pulled the sai to me. Focus, Henry. Breathe, in, count to four, out. There it is, something being pulled out from deep within me, focus, grab hold…

I should have known things wouldn't have gone my way, I caught hold of something alright...but it sure as hell wasn't what I expected...I didn't even expect to physically grab hold of something, let alone a hand. I pulled someone through.

"MY BABY!" Oh shit. I was tackled to the ground. Black hair and a scandalous pink outfit, a veil.

"By the elder gods…" I heard Sub-Zero mumble, however I couldn't respond due to the woman currently patting me all over and observing me.

"You've been using Mommy's sai, yes you have. I could smell you on them yes I could. Naughty boy, not cleaning and sharpening them properly. Although I can't really fault you...I'm going to eat that thunder-god's heart for stealing you away my little Toso-Ka." She finally allowed me to stand up and face her properly, "Well? Aren't you going to introduce yourself to your mother?" I was taller than her, but she held no fear, mainly concern.

"I grew up Henry James MacLeod...I've only recently learned that you are my mother. Mileena."

"Hmph, Earthrealmers. You are Toso-ka Kahn. Grandson of Shao Kahn. Son of Mileena Khanum. Take pride in it. You, Lin Kuei. What have you taught my son?" She turned to Sub-Zero, crossing her arms, "I refuse to believe you are just idly here meditating."

"He's only been my pupil for a few days...he's self taught however a deadly warrior...in his first battle he maimed his opponent, removed his hand. He's improved vastly." Sub Zero seemed to be in shock, "He still requires further training, he's only recently embraced his instincts."

"Good. Now this realm reeks of war, it seems my baby is on one side of it. What is it? Is he crushing a rebellion? Conquering a rival? Hmm?" It was my turn to speak,

"We're overthrowing a tyrant. An insane kryptonian. I'm a rebel...Mother." she turned back to me and raised an eyebrow,

"Well, not a position to be expected from one of our line, but one I can understand you taking." She stepped back closer to me and began looking over my features, taking my head in her hands and tilting it around, "You've grown well, Toso-ka...how old are you, darling?"

"20 years."

"Oh my baby...what have you been doing child? Oh I must know...do I have a daughter-in-law? Or a potential one? Oooh I'm so curious, you must tell me everything!" She pulled me back to the prayer mats and sat us down facing each other, waving the Grandmaster out of the room. He rushed out in a flurry of snow. We sat staring at each other for a few moments. I idly brought up my hand and scratched the back of my head,

"I can say with complete honesty that I was not expecting today to go like this…"

"Expecting the unexpected is something you'll need to become used to as a ruler. As well as pouncing on an opportunity when it presents itself. I could have kept you from using my sai. A simple pulse of my soul and they would return to their master. When I felt you pulling stronger I latched on. Now here I am. It seems even the Elder Gods know not to keep a mother from her child."

"What is your plan here, mother?"

"This realm is your home. I refuse to let my son live under a tyrant...contrary to popular earthrealm belief I am a just ruler of Outworld. Traditions of all peoples are upheld, as long as they aren't illegal. Introducing you to your aunt and grandmother will have to wait...announcing you as my heir as well...either way you need training, and I wish to bond with my son. Outworld has preparations in place for my temporary absence. Now, a question." She pulled down the veil and revealed her face fully, her lips were framed by teeth, a smile of fangs lined her cheeks. "Does this frighten you?" I raised an eyebrow but shook my head,

"In this city as long as you don't look for trouble extra teeth or scars don't mean anything." I shrugged "My bones don't break and I'm immune to poison...and after all I've been through recently not much really scares me anymore." The door to the room opened and batman stepped through, cautious as always.

"This is the Batman. He leads this rebellion. He's a friend." My mother nodded at this and turned to face the man after pulling her veil back up.

"It seems that my reuniting with my child will have to wait a few minutes...I must be, ugh, diplomatic. I am Mileena, Empress of Outworld. No doubt the Lin Kuei has told you some rather...unsavory things about me."

"You kill without hesitation and eat people." the bat stated blandly, crossing his arms with a glare.

"The consuming of one's foe is a tradition of many peoples in Outworld. The Shokan, the Tarkatans, the Setaran, even some Earthrealm tribes do so. In addition, I was bred for Kombat. Mortal Kombat. The Lin Kuei is an assassin. Save your prejudice for someone who would falter at it. I will not." My mother returned the glare and retorted in a tone that spoke of years in politics.

"Very well. Why are you here?"

"To see my baby who was stolen from me at birth….I may not hold your favor, but I am still a woman, and a mother...I've been searching for my little Toso-ka for years, now that I've found him, I'm going to do everything in my power to make sure your rebellion succeeds. Hmph, I'm not letting my son live under a tyrant. A prince of Outworld, cowering at the feet of some upstart? I'd rather see him wed a tarkatan." she then turned to me quickly, "however if you do choose to love a tarkatan, I would love them like my own." she then turned back to the detective, "The point is, I've come here in peace." Batman turned to me and I shrugged.

"Don't ask me how, I barely got my head around it myself." I stated before Mileena took my arm and pulled me up to my feet.

"Now, Bat Man. I have waited twenty years to talk to my child, please allow me to converse with him in private." seemingly satisfied for the time being, Bruce left me to talk with my mother. Once again we found ourselves sitting across from each other on the prayer mats, staring at each other, trying to figure out what to speak about.

"Your life in this realm, can you tell me about it?"

"Aye...isn't much to tell though...I avoided violence in my youth but I never backed down...you show weakness in this city, you'll end up robbed or dead within the week. In my college days I worked mainly with six people. Doctor Victor Fries, Doctor Jonathan Crane, Jefferson Pierce, Victor Stone, Harleen Quinzel, and Doctor Pamela Isley. They were my friends, teachers. Some as close as family since the passing of my father and adopted mother. Recently I've been training with Grandmaster Sub-Zero and aiding this resistance." I said, rubbing the back of my head, "To be completely honest I've only recently been actively fighting for about a week now. I made my way as a thief for the past six months. Although even then I was preparing, I stole to survive, but also armor and weapons, even made myself a mask. Now I'm going to be making armor for my allies here, between training with Sub-Zero and whatever patrols I get assigned.

"You're a smith?"

"Only for Vibranium, probably one of the only people in the world that knows how to properly use the stuff, people here hardly ever want to use their own two hands, initially this crap was thrown out because it can't be milled by the machine." I stood up and gestured for her to follow me to the workshop, she quirked an eyebrow at the sign but otherwise remained silent. I brought out one of the ingots and showed it to her, then brought out my own knife and showed it to her.

"Impressive workmanship, if a bit basic. However I believe it is time for you to train. Come, Toso-ka." I raised an eyebrow at her declaration but followed her back to the training area. She walked to the center of the room and I stood across from her, fifteen feet. "There are certain nuances to Outworld culture that other realms refuse to even try and understand. Kombat is one such thing. Honor is gained and lost through combat. Complete domination over your opponent. Their blood in your teeth, their bones crushed in your grip...the removal of an offender's hand. All some things that occur when in your home realm. I wish to see your proficiency. I will not hold back, if you do so...it would be an insult to me as your mother." She entered a stance and began shifting her weight from one foot to the other. "We will fight, you will improve, and I will solidify my belief that my son will be worthy of the name Khan." I entered my own stance with a nod, I didn't know what connotation that name held then...or the heap of trouble it would land me in later.

She initiated the battle, vanishing in a pink flame and appearing behind me in a flying kick, I took the hit and rolled with the impact, flinging my knife at her and stunning her with the hilt. I lunged forward with a knee right after the projectile. She blocked and countered with a strike I myself had become somewhat familiar with, a palm strike to the side of the face, while my use was more of a half-fist, hers was a straight slap, followed by a flurry of strikes that I struggled to counter all of. I countered with my own quick volley of strikes. Soon enough I felt the sai in my grip, she caught my jab with the hilt, and with a vicious snarl, slammed her knee into my abdomen three times and wrenched the sai from my grip. An idea found itself in my head as I avoided her first stab. Deflecting one of her strikes with my gauntlet I willed the sai in her hand to come to my own. It did. A smirk on my face, I went for a pommel strike that was blocked, and the sai burned away from my hand and into hers. A blocked stab attempt later our fist fight was turned into a test of knife skill. Counters and blocks, speed of wills, the pink flame that signalled the sai dissolving into and out of the realm could be seen jumping between the two of us. It turned into a game of sorts, who could steal away the sai more and in how many ways. We had gained an audience. Sub-Zero, Batman, Catwoman, Doctor Fate, Blue Beetle out of his suit, Harley, and one more who I couldn't tell just yet. However a minute later I found myself knocked to the floor and pinned, the sai being buried in the stone next to my head. During the fight my mother's veil had been pulled down, her face was fully revealed, her breath blew my bangs back. She patted my cheek affectionately before planting a kiss on my forehead. She let me up and the sai burned its way out of the realm.

"You did well, but the Lin Kuei is correct, you can improve." She stated before turning to our audience, the final member being revealed as Doc Isley. Harley was practically vibrating when she spoke out...well shouted.

"YOU'RE MACKIE'S MOM?!" Mileena raised an eyebrow before crossing her arms,

"I carried and birthed Toso-ka, yes. I am Mileena, Empress of Outworld. And you are?" She asked, Harley zipped forward and curtsied,

"Doctor Harleen Quinzel, at your service. Call me Harley!" The jester stated, the rest of the group that hadn't been introduced yet stepped forward.

"Selina Kyle, some call me Catwoman. You were holding out on us, Henry. You never told me you were a prince." She stood strong, carrying herself with confidence.

"I only learned that myself a few minutes ago." I mumbled, my mother huffed impatiently and gestured for the rest of the group to introduce themselves. Jaime stepped up, surprisingly.

"Jaime Reyes, Emperatriz. Scarab says you're strong. Blue Beetle at your service." Next was Doctor Fate, he hovered forward.

"I am Doctor Fate. Sorceror and Bearer of the Helm. Your fate has led you to this realm, where will it lead you next? That is the true question." I could feel my mother's grimace.

"Sorcerors…" She mumbled with a growl. The next to introduce themselves, and the final person. Doc Isley barely took a step forward before my mother was upon her.

"Toso-ka...why do I smell you on this dryad?"

"Why Henry, You haven't told your mother about me? Shame on you." Pamela chuckled and curtsied. "Doctor Pamela Isley, I was Henry's Botany Professor. Now most people call me Poison Ivy. As for why I have your son's scent on me? We spent the better part of two years together, and he spent the night with me, oh maybe three nights ago. We were tangled in vines together, and I gave him a kiss he'll never forget." I took this opportunity to walk to one of the support pillars and slam my forehead into it...dammit Pamela. There was a glint in my mother's eye as she once again got in Doc Isley's personal space.

"Intelligent, strong-willed, physically appealing, how do you fare in Kombat?"

"Oh, your highness. Noone crosses me and gets away with it."

"Toso-ka, I approve." I once again slammed my forehead into the pillar before re-joining the assembled group.

"It was a single kiss, Mother…nothing more." I clarified with a sigh

"Yet." Pamela quipped, leaning into my mother's ear and whispering, "He's cute when he's blushing, isn't he, Your highness?" In spite of the veil being pulled back up I could see my mother's grin. I sighed before addressing Pamela directly.

"How'd you get access to this place, Doc?" I asked crossing my arms and settling a level stare at the woman.

"I control plants, hate Superman, have two friends in here that'd I'd rather keep, and haven't been hostile to Batman in months. Also Harley came looking for me so yeah, I'm here now...and the Batman has been...civil, Henry." I sighed again, I'd been doing that a lot lately now that I've realized it.

"Please quit with the teasing, Pamela." I stated, turning to talk to Batman, "You gonna clue me in here, Wayne?"

"She's been cooperative and Doctor Fate has vouched for her and your mother. We heard the fight and came to see what was going on. You've definitely improved from your fight with Robin." Batman stated, walking up to me, "You're learning quickly." My mother let out a scoff at this,

"Kombat is in his blood, Batman. I would expect nothing less from him."

"Either way he needs to improve, the faster the better. The Vibranium will be useful, however certain things take precedence. You're going to need to start going on patrol." I raised an eyebrow but nodded.

"Where will I be stationed?" I asked, cracking my neck idly.

"You'll get your route in two days time. For now just know you'll be shadowed by one of the more experienced Resistance members, get to work on the Vibranium when you can. We're going to need it."

-One more time skip-

The two days since my mother's arrival were...interesting to say the least. We shared a room, at her request, she observed my training with Sub-Zero, I didn't expect her to step in, and she never did. Other than a few spars with me our interactions were mainly educational, I learned a lot about Outworld, about the Mortal Kombat tournaments. There was a lot of bias, obviously, but it was something to help break the monotony of hammering metal. Either way I had been able to finish the inlays for Batman, that was good. I've done some weird projects but getting Vibranium into that damn Bat shape of his pissed me off.

"Toso-ka." Mileena had taken to not wearing her veil, I think she enjoyed making the more squeamish members squirm.

"Yes, mother?"

"Your patrols begin today, do they not?"

"Yeah, I'm going to be patrolling along the wharf and the botanical gardens. I still don't know who'll be shadowing me. My guess is that it's Harley or Bats himself, maybe Arrow. Not exactly sure."

"Others seek, We find. Remember that Toso-ka." I nodded and left the room, grabbing my mask, my knife, and a new addition to my arsenal, a sawed down ten-gauge single shotgun...a weapon with many uses, if a bit loud. I made my way to the command area of the HQ. Batman was waiting there, as well as Green Arrow.

"Hardcore Henry finally decided to show, how you holding up kid?" The archer asked, I shrugged,

"Well in the last week I've discovered that I'm a meta-human, my mother is from another dimension, and she's an Empress of said dimension. And I've been busting my ass dealing with Mr. Tall-Dark-and-Brooding over there's Vibranium. It's done by the way, you see this, Bruce?" I lifted my bracer, "I stole this, and that still caused me less trouble than trying to make your bat symbol...so yeah I'm ready to go out on patrol." I let out a small breath and straightened up with a small smirk, Ollie's matched mine, he gestured for me to follow as we exited the cave system.

"You know what we're supposed to do, Struggler?" Arrow asked as we scaled a building, making it to the rooftops rather easily.

"Patrol around the wharf and botanical gardens for any signs of increased regime activity. Also keep an eye out for rogue villains, if we encounter one that isn't Mr. Freeze, You've got the reigns." I stated, stretching idly, "I honestly doubt we'll find him on our route, if I were him, I'd go to Cobblepot's old stomping grounds."

"I never understood why you can have free contact with the estranged doctor, care to explain?" We were jogging and hopping across the rooftops at a decent pace, we could hold our conversation well while keeping our eyes open.

"Poison Ivy, Mr. Freeze, and Scarecrow all used to be my professors at Gotham University. While it's unprofessional, Doctor Fries and I were good friends. If you haven't guessed by now, Doc Isley and I are close." I explained, flipping over a rather large gap between buildings.

"You've got to be the one guy that nearly everyone that's good or bad knows." Arrow said with a smile, I laughed lightly,

"Just a few. I only realised how many once Supes went and made all of your identities public. My old man said I attracted extraordinary people. Even when I was a kid...Cobblepot came to our house once. He was waiting there when my pa brought me back from school. Instantly started talking to me." I stated with a shrug. I could see Arrow tilt his head,

"Anyone else on your repertoire of acquaintances?" He asked, I shrugged again before listing off.

"Well for villains it all depends on how much time you spend out in Gotham at night. Man I've got some stories for you...my father worked for Cobblepot so every once in awhile he's show up at our house. Or we'd have to go out for dinner with him. In college I'd often be at the lab until the late hours of night so on my way back to my apartment sometimes I'd pass an alley where Two-Face was gathering his men for a heist, those are the times where I'd have to fight. I've carried a knife since my senior year in high school, it's saved my life more often than not...oh I got one." I snapped my fingers in an 'ah HA' fashion.

"Well? Go on."

"Sometimes I wasn't so lucky to fight my way out or run away, or I was just too outmatched y'know. One of these, would be when I was taken captive by Bane. This was my first real...I guess you can say extended interaction with a super villain. Sometimes you just pass the wrong alley y'know?" We stopped and sat down on our current rooftop, bringing out our lunches. "So many people in Gotham think that if you get taken hostage you'll be kept in a dark place with duct tape over your mouth and your hands restrained. I wasn't. I walked by them on their path escaping a jewelry store robbery, one of the goons tried to tie me down with zip ties but...well I broke his wrist and his nose. I beat away three of his cronies, I guess that's what sparked his interest in me. I thought it was just a fourth goon, so when I spun around to sock the fucker, Bane catches my hand, rears his fist back, and boom. Lights out for however long it took. I woke up in a warehouse. With the big man himself sitting across from me. We talked. About an hour later, Batman shows up, I bust myself loose and get out in the middle of their fight. I find out that I was being held in a warehouse in the...wharf...Arrow we have a location of interest." I sprung up and we continued moving, Oliver nodding with a smirk on his face,

"Why you so chipper? Might just be a dead lead." He said, I shook my head.

"Criminals are creatures of habit...hence why we can identify who did what based on an MO. Why they make bases. Why they return to the same safe spots even if they get cracked. And even if it isn't Bane that's there, or if it's empty, we can bug the place and chances are within a week we'll have a hit." I stated, clambering up a fire escape, Arrow seemed to agree as we increased our pace to the wharf. There were warehouses lined up on the coast. Four of them.

"We'll both check two, we get a hit, we'll signal on comms." Arrow stated, his voice now held a serious tone, I simply nodded, tightening the strap on my mask. I went to the far warehouse and popped the skylight silently, hanging upside down and scanning the area, empty. The other warehouse I was to scout was empty as well, i thought we were going to be empty handed when Queen called in on Comms.

"Kid, get over here, we got one…Cheetah. Seems she's prepping for a hunt...why don't I lend her a few arrows eh?" He said, I once again sprung to the rooftop of the warehouse he was in, popping the skylight and observing their interaction. Oliver was spinning an arrow in his free hand idly.

"Fur Fest was last week, Cheetah." He stated loudly, the cursed woman turned to him and flashed her claws,

"You won't jest once I have your tongue, how did you find me? I rarely venture into this monstrosity…" The woman retorted with a growl, I swung myself right side up before dropping down silently. Arrow's simple reply was a shrug before he let his boxing glove arrow fly. I snuck around the room as they fought, waiting for the opportune moment...there. Arrow rolled back away from a swipe of her claws, she was rushing him on all fours. I blindsided her with a tackle and a kick that sent her sprawling back. I kept myself ready to fight as she regained her composure.

"Ah...this explains things. New blood so satiate my thirst on my hunt for Diana. Tell me boy. Have you seen what cheetah do to their prey?" She said, licking her claws,

"Kill and eviscerate post-mortem, from what I know about you, you do eviscerate first. no t pleasant, but it won't be the first time someone's threatened to rip my guts out." I stated, cracking my neck, "Besides, its two on one. So yeah, go fuck yourself." Arrow joined my side with a smirk, nocking another arrow to fire. I drew my blade, with Oliver's nod we rushed. We didn't give her the chance to react to our strikes, I sent a haymaker to her jaw, Arrow launched her into the air with a swinging strike of his bow. She righted herself in the air and landed a swiping claw on my arm, I retaliated by summoning a sai and slamming the hilt into her gut, slashing her own arm lightly. I was sent back with a heavy kick. She licked her wound as I clutched my own.

"Don't mind blood on your hands, little hero?"

"Blood, Bone, Long as you aren't dead." She lunged at me at this, being caught by a boxing glove arrow and knocked unconscious.

"Pretty dark don't you think, Henry? Blood, Bone. What other bodily fluid you gonna get on your hands?" He asked, settling a level look on me, I shrugged.

"I don't ever want to kill anyone, and I'll do whatever I can to keep that from happening...but sometimes it's kill or be killed. I hope to God I won't get in that situation anytime soon...if ever."

"Sirs, if I may, there's been a development...Head into the sewers, there's been a report from Blue Beetle. Apparently there's four heavily armed mutant turtles there."

So yeah...11 pages...fuck man i never thought i'd write this much for a single chapter, but i had fun doing so...so any friends from my other stories reading this expect longer chapters from now on. Anyways. People are pissed at the reveal of fighter pack 3. Anyone thats seen the cover of my Metal Gear story knows I'm a watchmen fan but I'm not upset at the TMNT. Or at anyone really, i think it'll be interesting. I hope you've all enjoyed and thanks for being patient. Also I'm might move this to the Injustice sub-category. Not sure. Please Review you guys. It really helps me keep writing these things when I hit blocks amidst writing. So, In laymans terms...READ AND REVIEW PLEASE!