Disclaimer:This is so stupid...
Assassin Of Chaos:Yeah? Well at least some little brat ass cousin didn't take your LANTERN comics. AND X-MEN!
True Mortal:OH GET OVER IT!
AOC:YOU GET OVER IT!
True Mortal:I WISH I HAD TWO M1911'S! I'D SHOOT YOUR ASS DEAD YOU MOTHER FUCKE-
SofK:AW, HERE IT GOES AGAIN!
AOC:HEY! YOU USED MY LINE!
True Mortal:PLEASE! EVERYONE KNOWS THAT'S KELS LINE!
AOC:YEAH! IN THE NINETIES!
True Mortal:OH SHUT UP! NOW! Bane, since you were nice enough to be so silent, get something... another something... and then a third something... and then meet me there.
Bane Of The Fallen:HEY! WHAT DO YOU MEAN! WHERE AM I GOING TO FIND A THIRD SOMETHING! TRUE MORTAL! WHY ARE YOU BEING SO vague! TRUE MORTAL! ARE YOU LISTENIN- AW HERE IT GOES!
AOC:NO! SOFK, BOTF, GET BACK HERE! NO, DON'T GO WITH TRUE MORTAL, GET BACK HERE AND TAKE MY LINE BACK! DAMNIT YOU JACKASSES, FOR ONCE LISTEN TO ME! SOFK! BOTF! TRUE MORTAL! TRU- AW, HERE IT GOES!
Chapter 3:Ready, Aim, …
~Flashback~
Naruto Uzumaki- Namikaze sat on one of Gotham City's Gothic like Farris wheels. Since his escape from Cadmus Two days ago, he had burned the Cadmus' Soldier's Skeleton mask he had taken, instead wearing a full face black mask that continued down into a sleeveless black shirt, resembling someone from Naruto's past who he... just couldn't seem to remember anymore. Clasped on top of that mask was a white painted, metal skeleton design that covered the top of his skull and extended down onto his chin.
The eyes behind the mask seemed to bar his mismatched red and blue eyes, instead making them seem to be two glowing yellow slits. Pulled on over the sleeveless shirt that connected to his mask was a bullet proof vest that held a hood that covered the top of his head. Connected on over that vest was a Sword Holster, held up by a white leather harness. His sword sat, sheathed, coming over his right shoulder, its dangerous edges hidden.
On his elbows, he wore black, white lined, military styled elbow pads. He also wore a pair of black leather, fingerless, gloves that held studs that were only slightly spiked on the knuckles. Wrapped around his waist was the same bulky utility belt that he had worn during his Cadmus break- out with the addition of two white, bullet proof, compartments above and below the belt on each of his hips. The belt was wrapped around a pair of black military combat pants that held bullet proof guards on the very tops of his legs down to 3 inches above his knees, his knees themselves, and his shins. The guards were held on by black leather straps.
Still keen on keeping himself in, somewhat, familiar clothes, he still wore his plated, steel toed, military combat boots with his four combat knives strapped to them. (Slightly modified Udon Taskmaster) Hanging from the sides of his utility belt was his two M1911 Pistols and from the back his AK-47. Slung over his left shoulder was a black military 7. 62x51mm M40 Sniper Rifle.
Taskmaster sighed as he looked down onto the city of Gotham before staring across from himself, approximately five to six miles away from a Massive Gotham City Ball, hosted by the Mayor himself. The mayor had recently been accused of embezzling money, and was holding the ball to brown- nose the high life. Sighing, Taskmaster reached into his utility belt and removed a small, circular item before placing it over his eye and holding it in place by placing a small attachment over his masked ear.
Pressing a small button on it, the item began to work quickly, zooming in and out on the body of the mayor as the Farris wheel made its slow turns. Cracking his neck, Taskmaster lifted his Sniper Rifle up, placing his foot on the side of his cart."A shot made only by Deadshot my ass." He grumbled as he pulled the trigger of his gun.
The bullet that came fourth shot through the air from the moving Farris Wheel, sailed silently through the wind, entered the glass of the Mayor's ball, went through the middle of one of the policemen attending the ball's doughnut, through the stem of a martini glass and finally crashed through the Mayor's head, directly between his eyes, before coming to rest in the wall behind him as the Mayor fell to the ground, dead upon impact as a woman screamed.
Taskmaster smirked, saying,"Bullseye." before opening the door to the Farris Wheel he sat in, strapping the Military Rifle back on over his shoulder before flipping out of the cart in a way eerily similar to that of Catwoman, sliding into a different stance within the air, exactly the same as Batman, in a gliding style before diving head first into Gotham's Bay.
Taskmaster broke surface quickly before climbing back onto land, quickly making sure that no damage had come to his weapons before moving on, rushing through the city of Gotham while sticking to the shadows. The mission was simple, meet employer, kill mayor, collect pay. So far he had two check marks on his list. Smirking at the accomplishment of getting away with murder, he jumped to the streets once again before lowering himself into the sewer...
~End Flashback~
That had been two days ago now, and he had yet to receive his payment, yet he had, once again, been called by the same man. So he sat, at an old wooden table, sitting across from a bald man in a white suit, dressed as Taskmaster."You did a good job taking out The Mayor of Gotham. Left no traces, hell, you even have the Batman stumped. But your job's no over. You-"
"What the hell do you mean my job's not over?" Taskmaster questioned with a snarl as he glared at the man.
"Simple. The deal was you kill Gotham's Mayor for me. Then The Black Mask. That was the-" Taskmaster stood up with a growl, slamming his hands onto the wooden table as his chair tipped backwards.
"Bullshit! You listen to me Kingpin, and you listen good. You're from New York City, and while the Mercs. There may be dumb as an orange wearing ninja, I'm not. You pay me for the job I've done, or I kill you, here in Gotham, before you ever get the chance to run its underground network for even a second!"
"I had a feeling you would say that... Fine... Here's your pay." The business man from New York laid a suitcase on the table before sliding it over. Taskmaster caught it easily before opening it up, smirking underneath his mask as he saw the top filled with one hundred dollar bills."Now, I'll hire you for the Black Mask later. Pleasure doing business with you."
With that, King Pin stood up and turned around as Taskmaster silently withdrew his right M1911."One more thing, King Pin." Hearing his name, the Crime Lord turned around, his eyes widening with fear as his hands raised, staring directly into the barrel of Taskmaster's gun."Unlike you, Black Mask actually pays his empolyees." With this, he emptied the suitcase King Pin had given him, showing everything underneath the hundred dollar bills were news paper clippings.
"N-No... Please... Y-o-ou Can't K-kill me..." King Pin begged the man holding the gun at him as he smirked behind his mask.
"You're right, I can't, I wasn't payed to."
"Then W-What were you P-paid for...?"
"I can't tell you that, breach of contract. I can, however, tell you his message. Get out of Gotham, and stay out. Don't come back, unless you're either tying up a loose end from New York or actual business. You don't come to terms with this, you're going to pay King Pin." With that, he pulled the trigger of his M1911, the bullet sailing through the air and embedding itself in King Pin's knee.
"I don't spare a life twice." Taskmaster spoke with a snarl as he stomped on the King Pin's chest as the man screamed in pain."Six Months, you have Six Months to pay me the entire 500,000 dollars you owe me, plus the extra 10,000 for not leaving any traces to you. If you don't pay me, I come to collect, and you get a bullet in a place much worse than your Damned knee... I'll send your bodyguards a call, tell them you're in trouble, that's the only kindness you'll get out of me you fat bastard."
With that, Taskmaster's foot left King Pin's chest as he exited the abandoned warehouse and and The King Pin had met at. Walking not fifteen feet away, he reached a series of bushes that he moved aside to reveal a Motorcycle. The Motorcycle was a black Harley Davidson V-Rod Destroyer with a Red Bullseye mark on the left side, a red gun scope pin point, resembling what you would see when scoping a deer on the right, and a gas tank top, in the shape of a Bullseye.
Standing back to admire the Harley, Taskmaster smirked before swinging his right leg over the bike before straddling it and knocking the kickstand away. Quickly, Taskmaster turned the Harley on before taking the time to rev the engine of the motorcycle before lifting his feet up, shooting off into the night of Gotham City.
~Two Days Later~
Taskmaster sighed contently as he sat atop one of the buildings of 'Downtown Metatropolis'. Having finished his job for both The King Pin and his rival, Black Mask, he decided he needed to leave Gotham, less he have a notified Batman hunting him like a blood hound. As a result he had chosen Metatropolis for the simple reason that the team of, the newly named, 'Young Justice', was stationed nearby, and they were, to him, a loose end who had yet to either pay him back or return his favor.
Taskmaster sighed once again, looking up into the clouds."What was it that one guy always said? What a Snag? No... Well that's too bad? No, that's not it either... Hey that's a flag? Nope... What a Drag? Yeah... That's it! But... who was it that said it? What was that guy's name?" Taskmaster groaned as he sat up from his lying position, wind immediately whipping against his face as a giant twister came his way, giving him no time before ripping through the roof he sat on.
Behind his mask, Naruto snarled as the Twister swung him around, the noise deafening before it slung him, his body sailing through the air and crashing through the windows of a power pants, glass flying along with his body.
~Inside The Plant~
Taskmaster came to land in front of the form of Robin, dressed in civilian clothes, holding his ribs as though he was just beaten in a fight. Taskmaster snarled as the teen jumped away, joining his team, all dressed in civilian clothes and all working on getting to their feet. Rolling to his feet, Taskmaster popped his neck before turning to face a red and black, metal looking monster."Hey, you! Big, red, and ugly!" Taskmaster called to the monstrous robot looking form who tilted its head to him."Are you the one throwing twisters around!"
"I am." The monster answered, Taskmaster growling as he stared down the monster's form.
"Yeah? Well you picked up the wrong fucking Mercenary!" Naruto snarled from behind his mask as he pulled his M1911's from the sides of his utility belt before releasing fire on the monster across from him, who stood, taking the shots with no shown emotion of pain. Taskmaster watched the monster who still sat, watching him.
"Is that all?" The monster questioned as Taskmaster smirked.
"You wish you brainless mother fucker. Turn around." Raising a non existent eyebrow, the monster did so, to have his face smashed into the fist of a replica Taskmaster, the one that had been shooting him disappearing in a puff of smoke as the robot like monster stumbled backwards."I may not be able to remember a lot, what that's called, my mother or father, if I had any, my friends, what a 'Rasengan' is, but I sure as hell remember how to do that."
The monster like beast growled as he lurched forwards to grab a hold of the teen, the others within the room watching the occurring fight. Naruto smirked behind his mask as he jumped into the air, bouncing himself off of the head of the monster before bounding behind him, swiping the monster's legs out from under him. The monster groaned as it fell to its knees before returning, sending a small twister at Taskmaster, who smirked, before jumping to the side, his AK-47 leaving his utility belt as he opened fire on the red monster, which took all of the bullets with stride.
Growling at the red monster's inability to show pain, Taskmaster withdrew two of his combat knives, rushing forwards before jumping into the air, before preforming an aerial dive, similar to that of Hells Kitchen's defender, Dare Devil, before bringing the knives down into the monster's abdomen, ripping it apart to show nothing but wires as a blast of wind was sent to him.
Back flipping away from his opponent, Taskmaster smirked as he stared at the sparking wires of the red monster, all swinging wildly."Oh, a Robot are we? That's fine, I have plans for non living pieces of scrap like you!" With that, Taskmaster with drew his sword as he stood by his discarded weapons. Rushing forwards, Naruto laughed at his opponent behind his mask as he slashed, chopping off his opponents arm.
The monster made no indication to pain as its wires swung wildly, Taskmaster spinning behind his opponent as his opponent was unable to successfully take full use of his twister powers. Laughing again, Taskmaster lopped off his opponents other arm, forcing him to his knees afterwards, his sword placed at the side of the robot's metallic neck."Normally I want to know the name of the man I'm about to kill... but then again... You're not actually a man are you?" With that, and a swift slice, he chopped off the robot's head before quickly picking up all of his discarded weapons as the chest of the robot opened, a man falling out.
"F-Foul! I call foul!" He cried as Taskmaster stared at his downed form.
"Foul?" Naruto questioned from behind his mask as he walked forwards to stand in front of the man's downed form before said man nodded quickly. Taskmaster smirked before raising his foot high into the air before bringing down upon the man's head with a sickening 'crunch' as Aqualad came feet short of stopping him."Foul Dully Noted." He spoke before pointing one of his M1911's at Aqualad who snarled at him.
"Why did you do that!" At this, Taskmaster shrugged, removing his foot and showing he had crushed the head of yet another robot, confusing the white haired teen."But... How did you know he was a robot too?"
"What the fuck are you talking about? He attacked me, I killed him. If he'd been human it wouldn't made even a small difference to me." The words he spoke seemed to anger Aqualad further as he stepped forwards, staring straight into Taskmaster's 'Yellow' eyes.
"You'd kill a man! You're nothing short of insane! I have half the mind to-"
"I'd watch how you speak to your betters." Taskmaster snarled as he lurched forwards, grabbing the front of Aqualad's shirt before placing his M1911 to his temple, the white haired teen's team tensing visibly."After all, you wouldn't even be out of Cadmus if it wasn't for me!" At this, the red haired team, Taskmaster assuming him to be Kid Flash.
"Wait... Taskmaster...?"
"Gee... You catch on quick." Naruto spoke sarcastically to the boy before pushing the white haired teen away from himself to fall back against his teammates."Now add it up sidekicks. You owe me double for saving your sorry, green asses now." Miss Martian's cheeks flushed at Taskmaster's words as she vanished from sight, Taskmaster paying no heed."So you either pay me... and soon, or you're going to owe me two favors... and you don't want to owe me favors."
Following his words, he withdrew five smoke bombs from his utility belt before throwing them to the ground in front of him, disappearing from their view. Kid Flash 'Flash-ed' ahead to see if he could find the mercenary only to return empty handed."Nothing! He's the modern day Houdini!" the Red Head complained as Miss Martian finally came back into view...
~Taskmaster~
Taskmaster smirked watching the group leave the power plant below him, five minutes after him. The black/ white haired boy cracked his neck as a dark, monotone voice spoke to him."They're being sent to Santa Prisca... They'll need protection..."
Taskmaster smirked, turning around to face the Batman."Yeah? And why should I play babysitter... What's in it for me?"
"I'll pay you. For both times you've saved their lives, the mission itself, and any time you save their lives during the mission."
Taskmaster smirked."Desperate are we? In that case I want to negotiate. You pay for the second time I saved their lives, the mission and when I save them during the mission. The first, I want a favor, that I'll be holding over your, and all the other heroes heads. And I want to be cleared of the whole Kinpin ordeal in Gotham."
"I can't do that."
"Then find yourself another mercenary that won't kill them." Taskmaster shot back with a smirk as Batman looked away."Now, do we have a deal, or do you trust them enough to go onto Santa Prisca with... Bane?"
"... We have a deal..."
"Good. The mission is when?"
"A week."
"Perfect. I have a few... business problems to take care of."
"I shouldn't let you move from that spot." Batman growled upon hearing this as Taskmaster smirked with a two fingered salute.
"Shouldn't trust a merc. Either, but you did." With that, he jumped from the rooftop, disappearing in a plum of smoke as The Batman growled to himself before reaching up and touching his earpiece beneath his mask.
"Batman to League. Repeating, Batman to League. I've given the job to 'Taskmaster', hopefully we'll be able to turn him to our side with this mission."
"Or what?" Superman's voice came back over his intercom.
"... We have one of the most deadliest mercenaries in the world on our hands..."
True Mortal:Like the Chapter or not, I'm done!
AOC:GOOD! I WAS GETTING BORED!
BotF:I'm sleepy...
True Mortal:SHUT UP LEBEAU!
AOC:NO YOU SHUT UP!
BotF:I'M SLEEPY!
True Mortal:THEN MEET ME OUT BACK WITH A PILLOW A BED AND A BUCKET FULL OF WATER AND FISH!
BotF:AW HERE IT-
AOC:YOU KNOW WHAT! NO! SHUT UP! BECAUSE HERE IT GOES: AW, HERE IT GOES!