True Mortal:Before we get to the whole Aw here we go crap, let me get a few things straight. The Naruto of this story was never intended, and never will turn into an oc, I just don't think the blond hair works in this story... Hell I may have him dye his hair blond again, you people don't know.
Next, no, he doesn't look the same. And I have reasons. The mismatched fox eyes are from Naruto being a hanyou and the hair, which I was going to reveal later, is a combination of The Taskmaster Drug as well as a one time Lazarus Pits of Ras Al Ghul dip. For the memories, any Taskmaster fan knows the drugs wipe your personal memories with the more techniques you learn.
And finally, No, his personality's not the same... Because this isn't Naruto: Deadpool! His personality as a ninja would leave him somewhat in between that of Deadpool and Taskmaster and that is not what I'm going for in this.
P. S If any of you have a problem with Naruto killing, well... That's just too damn bad! So stop sending me PMS about it! Now... Hit it!
Disclaimer:That took too long...
Assassin Of Chaos:I know...
True Mortal:OH GET OVER IT!
AOC:DON'T YELL AT US!
Swordsman Of Kronos:DON'T YELL AT HIM!
Bane Of The Fallen:DON'T SCREAM AT ME!
True Mortal:WE WEREN'T!
BofF:YOU ARE NOW!
True Mortal:GET OVER IT! AOC CMON WE'RE GOING TO RIDE A KANGAROO!
AOC:BUT, YOU KNOW I DON'T LIKE KANGA MONTOS AMON T KABAROOS! TRUE MORTAL! TRUE MORTAL! TRU- AW HERE IT GOES!
Chapter 3:... Fire!
Naruto stared at the person in front of him, a tall African American whom wore a black trenchcoat, black gloves and a pair of cream colored combat pants. This man was the messenger for The 'Pride', the controlling force of Los Angeles. Naruto cracked his neck with a sigh as the man continue to look directly at him.
"Alright." Naruto spoke as he sat back into a leather recliner chair."You have my attention." At thos, the bald man in front of him smirked as he sat across from Naruto. Locking his fingers underneath his chin the man continued to stare at Naruto.
"Good. This is what we need from you, Taskmaster. Recently an unknown crime boss has made himself known within Los Angeles, calls himself the 'Red Hood'... Normally, The Pride either wouldn't have much to say about a rival because their forces should be small, or we'd have them taken out quickly. But the fucking prick is taking our men! In the last month we've lost eight of our Lieutenants, and that's just them joining him! He's killed five others! Plus our workers, they're just sitting ducks. All of the mercenaries we've hired have let us down, now they're either dead or in the hospital."
"Why not take this to Deadshot? Deathstroke?"
"We know through Kingpin and Black Mask that you can make all traces back to us... disappear..."
"For a price." Naruto responded quickly as the man nodded.
"Right, ten thousand dollars, we know, we've heard, and we're willing to pay."
"Then we need to talk about the price of the mission itself- I'm not a charity you know. I don't take any less than five hundred thousand for a single hit."
"If you take out the red hood, we're willing to double that."
"one mill? For one head?"
"one mill plus the ten thousand. All provided if you're able to Slip in, unnoticed, take out the Red Hood, leave no traces to the Pride, and get out, also unnoticed. Any slip- ups causes a reduction in your pay."
"Fine... So do you or the 'Pride' have any idea who this... 'Red Hood' is?"
"All we know is that he used to go by a different alias, all we've been able to learn was that he used to be a hero."
"Really?" Naruto questioned with a smirk as he stood to his feet."Then this should be fun."
"So we have a deal?" The bald man questioned as he extended his hand out to Naruto who smirked, accepting it.
"Deal."
~Three Days Later~
Naruto sat on the top of an old, torn and wearing building which was more than likely scheduled for termination. Across from him sat a building in much better shape, sparkling metal, shining windows, the likes. Inside sat a man with a head of black hair. He sat at a brand new wooden desk, papers lining it and being held in his hands.
This man was an employee for Bruce Wayne, the Gotham playboy as well as the new and current Red Hood. After much observing he had finally been able to track the man down to his home before watching him don the sphere-ish red helmet. Of course, while he had had a clear shot that night he had come up with the perfect plan to get rid of him, something the Black Mask had hired him to do just a few days ago seeing as he was Wayne's Los Angeles business runner and do it all without ant attachments to anyone.
Seeing as almost everyone knew that The Pride was after The Red Hood, especially after all of the mercenaries turning up in Los Angeles, if he turned up dead in that outfit it would all lead directly to the Pride. However, with him out of the suit and just a regular business man, nothing could lead back to the Pride, not Black Mask as he would be in Gotham, far away. Smirking to himself, Naruto reached to two guns which laid on the rooftop beside him.
The guns were sleek black Beretta 92FS, 9x19mm, with equally sleek and black silencers tightened onto the end of them. Naruto, under his guise as Taskmaster took a moment to examine the two guns with a smirk behind his mask as he lifted the one in his right hand. Approximately thirty five yards away and nine inches higher on the building he stood on than his target, Taskmaster had a direct shot to the man's head.
Cracking his neck, his index finger began to easily pulling itself back, enjoying the caress it gave to the trigger of the Beretta he held, before stopping cold as another man entered the office of his target, forcing his to dive to his stomach on the rooftop, to avoid being seen. Laying the rooftop, Naruto narrowed his mismatched eyes behind his mask before crawling across the rooftop like a former war veteran would be used to.
Reaching the end of the building and being out of site of the man standing in front of the desk, Taskmaster propped himself to his feet before clasping his two Beretta's next to his M1911's. From his utility belt he withdrew a small item that looked to resemble a taser gun before aiming it at the building across from it. Pressing a button on the side, it fires silently, proving itself to be a grappling gun as Taskmaster swung thirty five yards from one building to the next.
Reaching the spot where he was about to back pedal, Taskmaster swung himself higher with a kick of his feet to land on top of the Wayne Enterprises building before silently and quickly moving himself across the rooftop, reaching the spot across where he had originally been. Reaching into his utility belt, he withdrew a small, circular device that he efficiently placed on the window without being noticed before reaching up and pressing a small device hidden underneath his mask.
Immediately voices of the men from inside played over a speaker in his ear,"-o I need a favor from you."
"Then ask me the favor." His target ground through gritted teeth.
"I need you to break Cheech out of Prison, we need him for the Bank Robbery, after all, we need all the professional help we can get for this."
"No argument there, I haven't read one newspaper finding where you morons have pulled of a robbery... You know what, I'll do you a solid, go to you Godfather and tell him I'll send you lot one of my Lieutenant's squads, they'll help you out. Besides, I rolled over on Cheech, he ain't getting out if prison till the world ends." At this, the man he was talking to laughed before leaving the room. Sensing his chance, Taskmaster lowered himself down in front of the window where his target sat with his back to him at his desk, but the man before was still there, his eyes widened.
Cursing himself for being so careless, Taskmaster quickly withdrew his right Beretta, firing it and letting the bullet quitely go through the window and crash into the beggars head, which flew back as he gurgled. Taskmaster's target raised an eyebrow, looking to the shot man."Did you say something Antonio?" He questioned as the man continued to 'Stare' at the ceiling before falling back and crashing into the ground, blood flowing from his wound. Immediately, his target swung around in his chair for the second bullet from his Beretta to plant itself directly in between his eyes.
His target went stiff for a long while before allowing himself to fall limp in his leather chair. Buckling his gun, he withdrew one of his combat knives before cutting a jagged hole in the window. Climbing through he went to the desk of his target, pushing himself aside before accessing his computer."Might as well see if I can get any new blue prints." Taskmaster mumbled to himself as he went through the files of the computer before coming upon a specific one, designs for a what looked like a replica of the 'Bat- Cycle'.
Smirking, Naruto pressed the print button, looking to upgrade his bike. Opening the drawers of the desk, Naruto shifted through useless files found typically in businesses. He paused however as he came upon his targets stash of Red Hood's outfit. Looking down to the concrete street out of the window before smirking, Naruto pulled himself out of his Taskmaster outfit before placing them in the duffle bag the Red Hood Outfit was placed in before putting the Red hood outfit on. It consisted of a discreetly armored bullet proof long sleeve shirt, a black leather jacket, a pair of black grieve pants, and a pair of steel toed combat boots. Following this, he placed a pair of bright blue contacts he carried in his belt into his eyes.
Walking over to the printing machine he received his blue prints before stuffing them into the black duffle bag. Looking at the corpses of the two men he had murdered, Naruto chewed on the inside of his cheek for a while before walking over to them, making his original target sit up with his hands clasped underneath his chin, and the man he had been talking to leaning on the desk, similar to the fashion that the Gotham villain Victor Zsasz would do.
Standing back to make sure everything was in place, Naruto nodded before using his grappling gun to return to the old building thirty five yards away. Smirking as he looked back over his shoulder, Naruto rushed from the roof of the building before attaching a scaling rope to the side before jumping down the side of the building, ending it with a back flip.
Smirking, Naruto cracked his neck before pulling the rope he had scaled down the building with before rolling it up and stuffing it away. Walking forwards, he left the damp alleyway he had came into before entering the streets of Los Angeles with a smirk, people passing him and non the wiser. Reaching insane of the leather jacket he raised an eyebrow before bringing his hand out, finding it filled with a stack of banded one hundred dollar bills, another stack in the other pocket.
"You were a busy man weren't you...?" Naruto mumbled to himself as he came to a Harley Davidson dealership, a bright smirk lighting up his face as he looked at the money before entering the place of business.
~A few minutes Later~
Naruto walked from the sliding doors of the shop, pushing a silver painted Electra Glide "Ultra Classic" with small black flames cutting throughout the painted areas on the sides."A pleasure doing business with you."The owner of the dealership spoke as he handed Naruto's owner ship papers as he smirked.
"Likewise." Naruto answered before swinging his leg over his new Harley, starting it and revving his engine, relishing in the excitement that shot throughout him as he quickly exited the parking lot before shooting down the street, all of his belongings placed in the compartments on the back and sides. Smirking, Naruto drove on, exactly two miles outside of Los Angeles...
~Naruto, The 'Pride' Base~
Naruto's new Harley's engine revved loudly, echoing throughout the 'abandoned' warehouse district before the rising doors to them opening, members of the Pride rushing out, many armed with guns. Naruto smirked as he stared around at them before the man he had met with before came forwards."Taskmaster?"
"In the flesh."
"Have you finished your mission?"
"Yes. No traces to you or anyone else besides Victor Zsasz of Gotham."
"Victor Zsazs?"
"I made it, partially, seem like his M. O. Now, do you have my money?" The man nodded as he snapped his fingers, a woman coming forwards before tossing him a silver briefcase. Opening it quickly, Naruto sifted through it, finding nothing but banded One Hundred Dollar bills. Smirking, Naruto nodded his head."A pleasure."
"Same. We'll definitely be coming to you when we need a mercenary now."
"Appreciated, I'll be waiting for those calls. And if Kingpin comes in contact with you, tell him I'm still waiting for my payment."
"Will do Taskmaster." With that, Naruto saluted the man before spinning on his Harley Davidson, shooting forwards and back into the road as the man that had given Naruto his mission smirked.
"Now, get in contact with our Ex- Lieutenants..."
~Naruto~
Naruto sighed as he entered a phone booth, depositing the amount of money needed before entering simple house number digits. He sat in the booth for all of a minute, staring at his motorcycle before an annoyed voice answered the phone."Hello?"
Naruto smirked at the slightly groggy voice before answering,"Is this... Roy Harper...?"
True Mortal:And so the stage sets.
AOC:FOR WHAT? THAT MADE NO SENSE!
True Mortal:SHUT UP!
AOC:NO YOU!
SofK:BOTH OF YOU SHUT UP!
BotF:NOW YOU'RE ALL SHOUTING!
True Mortal:JUST MEET ME IN LOS ANGELES WITH A CROWBAR A CAR AND A HARLEY!
SofK:WHAT!
BotF:AW,
SofK:HERE IT,
AOC:GOES!