"C'mere! I haven't tasted blonde before!"

"Judging by how many people you say you've eaten, I find that very hard to believe."

The dance floor was alive with music as Croc swiped at Oliver, who tumbled back to avoid getting rent in two. The Strobe Lights were on, shining red and blue lights over Junior's bar as Croc took another swing at Oliver. Yang leaped in, taking the hit with her arm before delivering a left hook to Croc's gut, causing him to slide back a few feet. The DJ sat in his perch, blaring the music from the loudspeakers.

"I'm gonna rend you in two!" shouted Croc.

"You're welcome to try!" said Yang.

"Please do!" said Oliver, "I can't stand this music."

Croc roared, lunging forward at Yang in an attempt to grab her. Yang throws a right hook, catching croc in the side. Croc grunts, but pushes through the pain to grab Yang by the arm. Lifting her up, Croc slammed her into the ground repeatedly, cracking the dance floor glass.

"Damnit Croc not again!" shouted Junior.

"Oh piss off Junior!" said Croc, "I've got quarry to deal with!"

A punching bag arrow flies through the air, striking Croc in the side of the head. Yang, seeing the opportunity, breaks out of Croc's grip, leaping to the floor and shuffling back a few meters.

"Who is this guy?" said Yang, "He's definitely not a normal faunus."

"He's trying to eat us, is that really relevant information?" asked Oliver.

"Come and get it!" shouted Croc, charging at Oliver and Yang. Yang and Oliver responded with a battle cry of their own as they charged Croc.

*Frrrrip!*

Suddenly, the sound of a record screech stopped the fight in its tracks, causing everyone to slide to a stop. The entire club turns its attention to the DJ booth, now devoid of the usual mascot and replaced by a wide-eyed Neptune.

"Woah," said Neptune, "didn't expect that much attention."

"What are you doing up there?!" demanded Yang, "The fight's down here!"

"I was taking down the DJ!" said Neptune, "He was tougher than you think."

"We're down here fighting a ten-ton lizard," said Oliver, "and you're worried about the DJ?"

"Hey, at least I can get some better tunes up here." said Neptune.

Neptune shuffled around underneath the DJ booth, pulling out a new record. Popping up, Neptune placed the record on the Dj booth and began to play it.

(Footloose- Kenny Loggins)

"Oh yeah!" said Oliver, tapping his feet, "This is my jam. Now we're set to-"

*Krak!*

Oliver is interrupted when Croc's fist collides with the back of his skull, sending him flying across the room. Yang chambers some rounds into ember celica before charging Croc. Croc snarls, swiping at Yang as she used ember celica to leap over the attack, landing a strike on Crocs back.

"Grrr, little bitch!" shouted Croc.

*Thwak*

Croc's eyes bulged as he looked down between his legs, finding that a bow had collided with his groin. Whirling around, Croc came face to face with a surprised Oliver.

"Uh, I didn't expect it to be that effective!" said Oliver.

Growling, Croc grabbed Oliver, turning around to fling him right into Yang. The two tumble, into the wall in a jumbled mess.

"Ow," said Oliver, "Your fist is in my stomach."

"This time it's not on purpose." said Yang.

The two scramble to their feet, as Croc approaches, fangs and claws bared.

"Distract him!" shouted Oliver, drawing an arrow from his quiver.

Without hesitation, Yang bursts forward, striking at Croc with a huge number of punches. Croc puts his arms up, blocking the attacks before surging forward, biting down on Yang's arm. Her while her aura protects her, Croc still has hold of her as he shifts his whole body, tossing Yang about like a ragdoll before flinging her to the other side of the room. As the whistle of an arrow enters Croc's ears, he effortlessly grabs the arrow just as it's about to penetrate his head. Croc looks back at the bewildered Oliver, who's jaw hung open.

"Shit." said Oliver.

"Hah!" said Croc, "Kid, let me tell you, if you want a distraction to work, make sure your enemy doesn't know it's an actual distraction."

*Beep*

"Huh?" said Croc, noticing that the tip of the arrow was beeping, "What the-"

*Splat!*

The arrowhead explodes, coating Croc's eyes in a smoking gray substance.

"ARG!" shouted Croc, clawing at his eyes in an attempt to get the substance off, "It burns, it burns!"

"Hey Croc!" Yang strides to Croc's side, fists at the ready, "You wanna chew on something? Chew on MY FIST!"

Yang throws a wild haymaker, colliding with Croc's jaw and knocking out most of his teeth. As the oversized white teeth scattered all along the dance floor, Croc fell onto his front, completely unconscious. Yang turns her head to Junior, who wore an expression of pure fear.

"Oh NOT AGAIN!" shouted Junior, who began to scramble toward the exit. Yang bends her knees, ready to give chase when an arrow whizzes by her head, exploding into a bola that wraps itself around Junior. Yang watches as Junior falls on his face, flopping about like a fish on deck.

"Hah!" said Yang, "Nice job Ollie!"

"Thanks!" said Oliver, "And I totally meant to blind Croc, I didn't pick that arrow by accident."

"Sure." said Yang, striding over to the bar, "Neptune! Get down her and have a drink with us."

"No thanks!" shouted Neptune from the booth, "I found another song!"

Neptune grabs another record, swapping it out with the old one.

(Fly Me To The Moon- Frank Sinatra)

"This isn't as good as the last one." said Oliver, "I prefer Benny Loggins."

"Oh go soak your head!" said Neptune.

"You didn't even do anything!" shouted Oliver, "We fought the baddie while you played tunes!"

"Hey, it's fine." said Yang, pulling out a bottle from the bar, "He doesn't get a drink."

Oliver eyed the bottle suspiciously, "Uh, We're underage."

"Relax, it's ginger ale." said Yang, pulling out two glasses and filling them.

"Alright, I'll bite." said Oliver.

Walking over to the bar, Oliver took the drink from Yang. Taking a sip, Oliver took a look at the bar, scanning over all the different bottles.

"I think I drank a few of these a while back." said Oliver, spotting a particular bottle, "See, that's whiskey made by Spruce Willis's company."

"He makes whiskey?" said Yang taking a sip of her drink.

"I guess so." said Oliver.

"Hang on," said Yang, "you said you can't have alcohol since you're underage, but you've had whiskey before?"

Oliver chuckled, taking another sip, "I was a real wild child back then."

"Really?" said Yang, "You aren't now?"

"Trust me, I was a worse person back then." said Oliver, "I went through girls like they were toys, drank alcohol. I outed someone on my 15th birthday."

"Wow." said Yang, "Old you sounds like a dirtbag."

"He was," said Oliver, "and he would have stayed that way. He would have never grown up, learned to respect people, be a good person. But something happened."

"What?" asked Yang.

Oliver took another sip, "Let's just say fate gave him a wake-up call."

Penny sat at a cafe table, staring into space. Oblivious citizens walked by on their daily business, unaware of the living weapon sitting nearby.

"There she is!" said Ruby.

Victor and Ruby stood across the street, observing Penny as she milled about.

"She looks so...sad." said Ruby.

"I said something I didn't mean." said Victor, "I should apologize."

"She's my friend too." said Ruby, "And she disappeared that night at the docks, I want to know what happened."

Victor frowned, "You'll have to ask her, I don't think it's my place telling you."

"Telling me what?" asked Ruby.

"Damn, slip of the tongue." sighed Victor, "Really, it is her choice to tell you."

"I...Ok, I understand." said Ruby, "I'll ask her."

Victor nodded before walking across the street, striding up to Penny as she continued to stare at nothing.

"Penny." said Victor.

Penny jumped, startled by Victor's sudden appearance.

"Vic?" said Penny, "How did you find me?"

"I know that you like this spot." said Victor, "It's where you faze out."

"Oh." said Penny, looking down, "I'm sorry."

"Penny," sighed Victor, "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said what I said."

Penny looked away, "I...I understand how you feel. You're angry that I take time away from your father."

"No, it's not that." said Victor, "It's always been like this, even before you were built. Back when mom was still alive even. He never showed me anything close to affection. He wasn't awful, he just ignored me."

"I'm sorry," said Penny, "should I ask Silas to spend a day or two with you?"

"I doubt he'll listen." said Victor, "But enough of that, your other friend wants to talk to you."

"Other friend?" said Penny, eye's widening, "You don't mean-"

"Penny?"

Penny turned around, realizing that Ruby had approached her from behind, "Penny, what's going on? How do you know Victor?"

"I...I can't tell you!" said Penny, "Silas told me not to talk to you."

"Hey, he doesn't have to know." said Victor, "Here, sit down Ruby, we can have this chat together-"

*Ring*

Victor is interrupted by his scroll ringing. Letting out a frustrated sigh, he pulled it out, noting that Weiss was calling.

"Weiss?" said Victor, "What's wrong?"

"I've hit a bit of a road bump." said Weiss, "My father has locked me out of some of the more sensitive documents that we need, I need your...expertise."

Victor frowned, rubbing his cheek with his hand, "Alright, I'll be right over."

Hanging up, Victor addressed Penny and Ruby, "Sorry guys, Weiss needs my help. You'll have to talk it out alone."

"Are you sure you can't stay?" asked Penny, looking worried.

"You'll be fine Penny, Ruby is a good person, I'm glad you have a friend beyond me!" said Victor.

Penny took a look at Ruby, who gave her a smile.

"Alright," said Penny, "I'll see you later Vic!"

"Gotcha!" said Victor, "See you!"

Victor turned around, striding towards the tower and leaving Ruby and Penny.

Penny frowned, "I feel so bad for him, especially after what happened with Elinore."

"What?" said Ruby, "Who's Elinore?"

Penny's eyes widened, "Perhaps I've said too much. Let's talk about something else."

Blake and Sun waded through the crowded warehouse, chock full of White Fang soldiers as well as new recruits. A makeshift stage has been set up with a curtain pulled over something large. Everyone wore grimm masks, even the new recruits.

"This is a bigger turnout than they usually get." said Blake, "I don't like it."

"Do you like anything?" asked Sun.

"Books." said Blake.

"What kind?" asked Sun.

"Philosophy." said Blake.

"Huh, didn't know ninjas of love was philosophy." said Sun.

Blake whirled around, glaring at Sun, "Did you go through my stuff?!"

"No way, I'm not a creep!" said Sun, "It was just lying around."

"But why were you-" Blake sighed, "Just shut up and listen to the announcer, we need to know what they're up to."

A White Fang commander took the stage, masked like the rest of them, "Thank you all for coming! For those of you who are joining us for the first time tonight, I must introduce a very special comrade of ours. He is here to give us the tools to accomplish what we've dreamed of for so long!"

A familiar man in a white coat stepped onto the stage and was immediately met with boos.

"There he is." said Sun, "Torchwick."

"Please, please, hold your applause!" said Torchwick, "I'm simply here for the demonstration, to show you that I'm providing you with the tools to accomplish your goals! No, the real comrade is-"

"Here!" shouted a new voice.

The voice came from within the crowd, prompting the crowd to shuffle away from the voice. Once everyone had moved, a circle had formed around a lone man. He wore simple clothes, black pants, and boots as well as a red coat and shirt. What stood out was his long hair, the white A emblazoned on his shoulder, and the striking golden mask over his face.

"As you can see, my brothers and sisters in arms, I am not a faunus." said the man, "But I am not human either, I am a force of nature!"

"He's got some ego issues." said Sun.

"Like you, I was born in the dirt, a product of poverty." said the man, "I was born Lonnie Machin, a nobody. Growing up, I tried to climb the ranks of society, much like many of you. But because of who I was, who I was born to, I was denied again and again, no matter how hard I worked."

Despite outing himself as Human, the White Fang weren't responding negatively to Machin. In fact, they were entranced.

"One day, the powers that governed us knocked me down so hard I shattered!" said Machin, "At that moment, I realized the futility of playing by their rules. When I picked up the pieces, I was no longer Lonnie Machin, I was ANARCHY!"

Anarchy raised his fist, "I was asked to make a speech up on the stage, but I feel much more at home down here with my comrades, my brothers and sisters! Now, I ask you to join me in the fight against our abusers, our enemies! If they want to keep us down, we'll tear away their power and use it against them! DEATH TO THE 1%!"

The White Fang began to cheer wildly, clearly inspired by Anarchy's words.

"Jeez, people agree with this lunatic?!" said Sun.

"Shh," said Blake, motioning towards Torchwick, "something's happening."

"And now, for the moment you've all been waiting for!" said Torchwick, "The new weapons of destruction!"

The curtain is pulled back, revealing a massive mech. It towered above the crowd, a red White Fang symbol etched in its side.

"This," said Torchwick, "is Atlas's newest mech, co-produced with Lexcorp to boot! I managed to snag a few before they went on the shelves! This is the hardware you'll be working with for the foreseeable future!"

Blake's eyes widened in horror, "This is bad, really bad."

Sun looked around nervously, "Let's hope if we have to fight that thing, Clark will be here to help!"

Clark leaped through the air, John in tow. The young deer faunus was positively amazed, the initial fear of the great leap replaced by a form of childish excitement. But Clark didn't share that feeling, he was too focused on what was ahead of him.

A construction site materialized below him, filled with humans and faunus alike working on a new tower. The foundation has been laid and girders have been built up as the framework. Clark scanned the grounds before spotting his target.

"Aaaggh!"

"Oh c'mon, you ain't that old!"

A group of human workers gathered around a single deer faunus in his 60's who was pinned beneath a pile of girders.

"Please!" groaned the faunus, "Help me!"

"Hey, those old bones haven't given out yet." said one human, "You can work it out!"

"Oh, oh." groaned the man, who began to lose consciousness.

*Thud!*

The group of humans turned around, surprised to see Clark land on the grounds, making a crater in the mud. Placing John on the ground, His eyes widen when he sees what's happening.

"DAD!" shouted John, who began to race towards his father. However, a human with a scraggly beard stepped in front of him, grabbing him by the antler.

"Let me go!" shouted John.

"Now now boy, the man can help himself." said the human.

John struggled against the man's grip, trying to punch him in the leg. In response, the human shifted his wait, pulling John by the antlers until John lost his balance and fell onto the ground. John got on his hands and knees, mud on his front.

"What are you, five?" said the man, "Ain't it childish to play in the mud?"

The group burst into laughter, cackling maniacally. Clark watched on, his fists tightening.

Then he started to walk.

Clark stormed ahead, fists tightened as he broke into a stride. As he made his way towards the deer faunus, the bearded human stepped in front of him.

"Hey, we're just having a little fun, he'll get up eventually-"

Clark shoved the man aside in one swift motion, knocking him onto his butt and into the mud. Walking up to the girders, Clark bends down and places both hands underneath them. Straining his arms, Clark lifts the girders, allowing the deer faunus to crawl to safety. John ran to his father, hugging him tightly as Clark dropped the girders on the ground.

"Why didn't you help him?" said Clark, turning to the rest of the human workers, "Why?!"

The humans shuffled nervously, some timidly stepping back. Then the bearded human stepped forward.

"That damn animal replaced one of our buddies, now he's out of the job!" said the man, "It would be better if they all just lived on that island of theirs."

The human workers all mumbled, nodding in agreement. Clark meanwhile, raised an eyebrow.

"Look at him," said Clark, pointing at the deer faunus, "Take a good look."

The humans looked at the old faunus, who wheezed as his son held him. His legs were bruised, though not broken, and he was caked in dirt.

"He's just like you," said Clark, "He just wants to get by."

Clark stepped forward, "I don't want to force my beliefs on you, it's not who I am, but I will say this. You don't hurt other people just because you feel like it."

The bearded human stepped forward, "You don't know anything about us!"

"You're right, I don't." said Clark, "But I do know that a hand that helps someone is better than one that knocks that same person down. I grew up in Smallville, I worked the fields, de-trunking and weeding them. I know how hard that kind of life can be."

Clark walked right up to the bearded man, not quite getting in his face, "But you can't take it out on someone else. That doesn't help you, it just hurts them."

The bearded man was speechless, unable to respond. Clark walked past him toward the exit.

"We can all afford to be better," said Clark, "All it takes is a little effort."

Bruce stepped lightly on the rooftop of the warehouse, scanning for tripwires or other traps. Spotting an air duct, he crouched in front of it, observing every bolt on the vent.

"Software update complete." said the helmet.

"Hmm," said Bruce, "Some new tools?"

A meter appeared in the top left corner of his hud, it was full and colored green.

An aura meter? Useful.

Placing his hands on the vent, Bruce pried it off its hinges before slipping in legs first. As soon as he was fully in, Bruce began to shimmy down the duct, careful not to make too much noise. Reaching a turn, Bruce crawled onward, the sounds of a crowd getting closer and closer. Reaching a vent, Bruce looked downward, observing a huge crowd of White Fang thugs and recruits.

This is a big crowd, let's hope Blake and Sun aren't found out.

Then Bruce spotted a golden mask in the crowd.

Anarchy?! This fight just got a lot more dangerous, I better hurry up.

Bruce crawled forward, leaving the main floor behind.

I'll make my way to the main office, that's where they'll keep their files.

Finding another vent, Bruce checked where it led. Looking into the room, He spotted a desk topped with papers.

Bingo.

Breaking open the vent, Bruce hopped down and walked to the table. Grabbing the papers, he began to sift through them.

There's bound to be something.

Picking up one paper, he observed a photo of a man tearing at his own face, peeling the skin off with his fingernails. Bruce frowned, the sight ghastly even for him. Turning the photo on its back, Bruce found a message.

This photo portrays the use of Dr. Crane's fear gas in action. It's been loaded into the Atlas/Lexcorp mechs. Use the gas extensively as it'll jack up grimm attraction like nobody's business.

Bruce put the photo down and placed his hand on his chin.

A new chemical weapon? This could be devastating if the White Fang uses it. I'll have to obtain a sample and start working on an antidote, not to mention do more research on this Dr. Crane.

Picking up another paper, this one a diagram. It portrayed what appeared to be another Lexcorp/Atlas co-creation. A new robot, though outfitted with more advanced technology.

This is far more advanced and deadly than the new Atlas Knights they unveiled recently, if the White Fang plan to steal it, the destruction could be catastrophic.

Bruce observed the fine print on the diagram, noticing a name on the top.

Project Metallo?

Bruce placed the diagram down, picking up a third document, a simple message.

"Our old base of operations has been compromised," Bruce read aloud, "We've relocated to Purgatory."

Bruce frowned, "Purgatory? Is that some sort of codename?"

"It means a place of suffering." said a new voice, "A place you'll soon be."

Bruce froze as the tip of a blade poked the back of his neck.

"Don't move, my employers don't want a mess all over the office." said the voice, which was gruff and full of malice.

Bruce tightened his fists, preparing to reach into his utility belt to grab a smoke pellet when the person behind him retracted the sword and struck Bruce in the back of the head with the butt of the sword. Rolling forward, Bruce turned around, coming face to face with the most skilled fighter on the planet.

"Deathstroke." said Bruce.

The terminator stood in front of Bruce in his full glory. Armed to the teeth in his orange and black armor, Death twirled his sword, taking a combat stance, "In the flesh."

Sorry, this chapter took longer than expected, I was preoccupied with other stuff and couldn't get to working on this until later. Thanks for reading up to this point!

Reviews:

Shadow Joestar: Thanks for the feedback as always! :)

DCDGojira: I like the scenes! Phantom Stranger and Spectre aren't planned to make appearances, but I do have some other DC characters lined up! Don't have Disney plus and I fell off Clone Wars a while back, but I still love the show. I did just finish Jedi: Fallen Order though.

Thanks for the feedback as always! :)

PL Panda: John isn't Martian Manhunter, sorry to disappoint, I did get an idea for later though! You've given me some great characters! If I use any I'll be sure to credit you!

Thanks for the feedback!

Next Chapter: Brawl in the city!