Alright, here's the next chapter. I don't really know what I'm doing to be honest. I have like a tiny bit of knowledge on the universe and how I can set it up, but most of it is gonna be made up by me. I will do my research though, but I do find it sorta boring to just read about arcs and shit, so I'm not gonna do that. Anyway, enjoy and feel free to tell me if you think something can be better.
Born Anew
I shivered violently, feeling numb. I didn't know how long I had been out, but I was sure I wasn't going to last long. I was thirsty and hungry. I felt like my body was eating itself.
I didn't feel anymore pain thankfully but I wasn't sure just how good that was. I couldn't even bring myself to look around. I was in the middle of nowhere probably, in the ocean. I could be anywhere depending on how long I've been out.
I shut my eyes tightly, just wanting to stop. I almost regretted struggling in the water. At least death by drowning would've been quicker than this. I was either going to freeze to death or die by dehydration.
I felt some disturbances in the water, almost like different currents flowing around me. I blearily opened my eyes and looked around. There were fins all around me. I felt my stomach drop even further somehow.
I was frankly terrified of sharks, so I never went into water. Now I was thrown in here against me will and had to face them. I suddenly wanted to die by dehydration. I'd rather not get torn apart by one of my biggest fears thank you very much.
I lightly kicked out at one of the sharks getting close to me, barely doing anything. I felt panic grip me, my breath trapped in my throat as it came above water a bit. It's beady eye seeming to stare into my soul, wanting to watch as it killed me.
I felt an even bigger disturbance in the water and the sharks around me felt it too. The speed at which they swam away made me sick. Was it a fucking whale coming at me or something? I guess death by crushing would be quicker than being torn apart.
I laid my head back, wanting to watch what would kill me. I've never seen a whale after all. As I looked behind me though, there was no whale. No, not at all. It was a ship. A big, beautiful ship. The most beautiful ship I've ever laid eyes on.
Not really, but it looked like survival. That alone made anything beautiful. I felt strangled hope bubble within. My hope for survival warring with my cynicism.
"Hey! There's someone in the water! Someone get me a Buoy and rope!" I couldn't see who was saying that, but I was pretty sure I was in love.
As the buoy smacked into my face, I retract that statement. I liked this person, but that fucking buoy hurt. I held on weakly, trying hard to ignore the way my skin stung. I was slowly pulled in, before they made me sit in it.
They hauled me up onto the ship and I let myself sag in relief. I was alive. My struggle wasn't for nothing. I would live to see another day.
"Hey, open up! We need to get some water in ya!" My blurry vision hyper focused on the jug of water he had in his hands, my delusional body aching for it.
I hesitantly opened my mouth, the pain of my lips cracking almost making me rethink it. As the water splashed into my mouth though, I knew it was worth it. I ignored the pain, greedily gulping it down.
Occasionally the pain made me spit some of it back out, gurgling out of my mouth. I was thankful the man above me didn't stop making me choke on it though. Despite the pain, I can't remember feeling better.
As they threw blankets over me to try and stop the shivering, I let myself blackout. The water and the warmth filling me up, bringing me a satisfaction I never felt before.
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"Hey kid? You awake buddy? We got some food for you if you are." A rough voice pierced through the void I was floating in.
It pierced through my bubble of bliss, bringing me back to the real world. I braced myself for the pain I should feel, only to experience none. I jerked a bit, moving my body in small amounts, but I felt no discomfort.
"Atta boy! Thought you'd be asleep for ever." I groggily opened my eyes, rubbing at them in an attempt to clear them.
I looked at my hands. My fair skinned hands. My slightly scarred hands. My unburned hands. It took me a good minute to believe what I was seeing. I saw my hands before, bloody, raw, and torn open.
I tore my eyes from hands, seeing I was dressed in a tight grey long sleeve shirt, along with some grey sweatpants. My body felt slightly off, but I didn't seem to be injured at all. It didn't make any sense to me, but I was thankful.
I turned to look at the man next to me, patiently waiting. He looked like he was in his fifties, with slightly grayed brown hair. He was tan and rough looking. His skin was slightly wrinkled but strong looking.
His green eyes seemed to pierce right through me, but I was too happy to be unnerved. I remembered his words the moment my stomach growled at me and I practically shot up.
"Food?!" My throat still hurt a bit but thankfully my shout didn't fuck it up too much.
"Heh, yeah we got food kid. You can tell us why ya were floating in the sea while we eat." He gave me an easy going grin, hopping off his stool.
I stood awkwardly, making to follow him. My steps felt slightly off though, as if I was going farther than I should. I put it out of my mind for the moment though, eager as I was for some food.
We stepped out of the little room I had been placed in, making our way out of the cabins. The sight and smell of the ocean made me anxious, paranoid. We made our way towards the bow of the ship, where a group of men sat around a shoddy table eating.
"Aye boys! Our little drifter here finally woke up!" The men all let out little shouts and laughs of congratulations before offering us a seat.
"Alright kiddo. My names Stewart, this dumbass to my right is Jonas, next to him is Gordan, next to him is Aaron. On my left side is Freddy, next to him is Griffin and next to him is Josh. What about you?"
The men around him were bulky, used to carrying large things. They were all pretty rough looking, but seemed nice enough. I was too focused on the chicken in front of me to notice too much about them though.
"My name's Nicholas. How far from Gotham are we?" I tried to slow down, not wanting to look too uncivilized but it was hard.
"We had to pick some stuff up in Metropolis, but we heading to Gotham right now. Ya been out for 4 days." I was surprised that it was only four days honestly.
"How'd you end up in the water like that anyway? What fucked ya up so badly?" Freddy seemed like the most blunt of them but I could appreciate that.
"I was struck by lightning in a classroom containing some illegal chemicals. My teacher didn't want to get fucked so he dumped me and another kid into the ocean."
I didn't pay much attention to their sympathetic looks, eating more than I ever had before. I mean, I knew I was hungry, but just where was all this food going?
"Well damn. That explains why you were so crisp. You healed up pretty fucking great though. You a meta or something?" There was no judgement in Stewarts voice, but I wasn't going to say yes even if I was.
"Not to my knowledge no. I've been fucked up a bunch and never healed any faster than anyone else. Maybe the damage was more cosmetic than anything?" That was my only guess.
"Pft yeah right. We had to cut the clothes off of your skin. Took us a few days to do it. You healed up stupid quick though."
I ignored the suspicion in his voice, focusing more on the part where he said he cut my fucking skin off.
"You cut my skin off?! How the fuck am I even moving right now then?" I was wondering more about how I didn't die from the shock of it.
"Fuck if I know. I didn't wanna take ya to the hospital in case you were some criminal. That would be bad form ya know. Besides that, I ain't ever seen someone as ripped as you without having powers."
I ignored the second part of that comment, knowing I was pretty damn good looking without him saying it. I was thankful I wouldn't have hospital bills to pay off.
"Thank you, really. I don't know how to repay you." I hated being under anyone. I hate owing things. But I would make an exception this one time.
"Eh don't worry about it kid. I've been where you are once upon a time. He told me to make something of my life, so I'll do the same." The smile on his face set me at ease.
I almost refuted the statement but I couldn't bring myself to. The relief at not having to owe him was great and the promise to try and make something of myself was one I could keep.
"What are you guys anyway?" I didn't smell fish or anything aboard the ship, so I doubted that they were fishermen.
"Drug mules. We got into some debt with a gang and now we're paying it off." The fact that I was from Gotham made him seem more comfortable around me.
"How much more time ya got?"
"Eh, a bit less than a year. We just shipping some cocaine, marijuana. A bit of heroine. Ya know, the basics." Those weren't hard items to smuggle in.
"There's a shower next to the cabin you were in. You smell like shit. Wash up." I itched a bit at the order but knew he was right.
I downed the rest of the water he gave me, feeling deliciously full. I had eaten maybe 4 times as much as everyone else, yet I still felt a bit hungry. I was pretty baffled by it. I said bye to the rest of them real quick before making my way down.
I could feel the grime covering me now that I thought about it. My hair thankfully seemed fine, almost like it had been impervious to the damage. The thought made me chuckle, having almighty hair would be pretty useless.
I turned to watch the seagulls that were flying past us only to feel something build inside me. It was warm, and I felt it build up. It got more and more chaotic until it burst out, flooding my head. Suddenly, everything stopped.
The sails stopped rippling, the seagulls stopped flapping. I was trapped. Trapped in a world of silence, in a world unmoving. Panic erupted inside me at not being able to move, only to be pushed down by something else.
As the warmth inside of me slowly flowed into my limbs, I felt ecstasy. I felt like I had snorted cocaine. Like I had lost my virginity. Neon blue electricity roared to life around me, scaring the bejesus outta me.
I tried to jerk away from it but didn't succeed. I could see my body moving, if you could call it that. My body was slowly inching backwards, taking minutes to move even a centimeter. I felt claustrophobic, trapped in my body.
My mind knew it should be able to move, but my body simply wasn't responding to its demands. I forced my body still, shaken from the lack of movement. I could feel the power inside me aching, wanting to do so much more.
I let it. I let it burst out, bringing what looked like a light show to life. I jerked back again but this time I moved faster. Not by much but it was faster. Unfortunately it also hurt. My body wasn't ready for this yet.
I reluctantly tugged at the energy flowing through me, trying to will it back into the small hole in my stomach. It didn't resist but it punished me in a different way. As it retreated back into me, the ecstasy I felt went along with it.
It left me feeling almost hollow, but I pushed it aside. I heard the seagulls squawk as they flew past and realized that I was kind of tired. I didn't know what to think. Stewart was right. I was superhuman.
'Think about it while you shower.' I forced myself to walk towards the room I was in before but I couldn't stop thinking about it.
What was my power? Was I fast? Did I slow down time? Did I have power over electricity? What was the hole in my stomach? Was the hole how my power gets into me?
I hazily shoved open the door to the bathroom they had, walking past the mirror. I tugged my shirt off, stubbornly clinging onto my back. I looked down to tug my pants off when I noticed.
'What the fuck?!' My body was different! I tugged off my pants quickly, needing to see myself in my entirety to ensure nothing was wrong.
'Did my powers give me some weird feature or something?' I remember hearing about people with scales and shit and I really didn't want something like that.
I made sure to inspect every inch of me in the mirror and gave a relieved sigh at seeing everything normal. Well, normal enough. My body was radically changed. I could tell I was a bit taller, probably just an inch.
My hair and face still looked the same thankfully, since they were some of my best qualities. My body below the neck had changed ridiculously though. My trapezius had bulked up quite a bit. My collar bone was distinguished before, but now it was crazily defined. My chest bulged with muscle.
My shoulders, biceps, triceps and even my forearms were works of art. My veins, which had before remained faint were now prominent. They made my muscled arms seem even more intimidating. My abs looked like could bounce bullets back at people, their definition on a level I had never seen before.
My obliques made them look 100 times better, making even me in awe of their beauty. The faint V that I had been so proud of was a dominant factor of my body. It flexed so beautifully I had to take a minute just to watch it.
My dick had thankfully remained strong throughout the horrid ordeals it had gone through and remained unchanged. I let out a few tears of happiness at seeing my main man okay. My legs were what changed the most.
My legs had once been skinny and lithe. They were strong, but not anything special. Now, my thighs were bulking steel. It looked like I had 6 different muscles in my thighs, all defined and powerful.
My calves looked like they would let me run a hundred miles an hour. They were so beautiful it almost hurt. I turned around and was similarly awestruck. My back was brawny, packed with muscles.
Even my ass was beautifully sculpted. I was human perfection before in my humble opinion, not I was godly perfection. The way I looked wasn't something you could ever gain. This sort of body was unreal.
So I healed fast, could slow down my perception of time, move fast and my body was amazing. I took back every regret I had been having about these powers. They were awesome. I wish I didn't need to go through what I did to get them, but they were awesome.
I stepped into the shower, trying to push down the giddy feeling. I couldn't help the laughs though. My grin almost hurt. I had powers. Actual powers. I wasn't just some regular kid about to join a gang.
I was a super now. I turned on the water, setting it to as hot as it could go. I never wanted to remember the cold that I had felt in that ocean. Remembering what had gave me my powers sobered me up a bit.
Fortunately, it couldn't ruin my good mood. I let the shower head splash water onto my face, shivering pleasurably at the warmth. I closed my eyes and simply felt around inside of myself.
I could feel the little void in my stomach. It felt like an opening in some way. I could feel the sparks of electricity hovering around the edges, begging, pleading to be free. I could feel it tempting me to delight in it.
I wasn't strong enough to deny it. I carefully let the power out and guided it towards my head. The familiar ecstasy I felt told me I was successful in that regard. I stopped feeling water and opened my eyes.
It was still, not moving at all. I couldn't move either since I wasn't bathing the rest of me in the mystery energy but it was amazing. Even if I couldn't move fast, having the ability to slow down my perception of time was mind boggling.
I directed the power to the rest of me and sparks of lightning came out once more. I could feel the energy flying away from my body, resulting in the sparks. It felt almost wasteful, like I was spilling something.
I struggled to keep it confined to my skin. It took what felt like hours to do it, but I managed. The sparks weren't crazy anymore, simply hovering around me. I still felt like I was wasting something but I didn't expect to be an expert so soon.
I knew I couldn't speed up anymore than I already was at the moment though, so I tried something different. I tried to slowly draw some of the energy away from my mind, managing to get trickles of it to retreat.
It took ridiculously long but it was worth it. Eventually I managed to speed up my perception to match it with my body. The water was flowing now but still crazy slow. I took a shower at super speed, wondering just how quickly I was doing it.
I was positive my power had something to do with speed now. The desire to run was overwhelming. I wanted to move. My body felt odd not moving. I resisted the urge though since I was on a ship.
I quickly washed my hair and body with the soap and dried off. I combed my hands through my hair since I didn't want to use one of the brushes and got dressed. I walked out to maybe find something to do.
I felt restless, like I had been asleep my whole life. I needed to move. I needed to occupy myself with something. I walked towards the bow once more, not noticing that everything was still crazy slow.
I realized when I saw that they were barely moving though. Thankfully, none of them were facing me though. I quickly drew the energy back into the hole, somewhat used to the feeling of loss as I did so.
"Well look at you all cleaned up. Must be a lady killer in Gotham!" Griffin gave me a little grin that I returned.
"Well, I've killed some ladies before, but I mostly like to fuck em." My response got some dark chuckles out of them, all of us being some sort of criminals.
"What're ya gonna do when ya get back to Gotham? You must have been reported dead."
What was I gonna do? That was honestly a great question. Revenge was the first thing that popped into my mind. Anderson was going to die. What was I gonna do after that though? I had powers now.
I had an advantage over so many people now. I could make my own gang. My own people now. I couldn't do anything too big until I got strong enough, so I would have to focus on that. Learning and gaining strength.
"Revenge. I still gotta pay my teacher back for dumping me in the ocean." I couldn't hide the quiver of rage in my voice.
I tried to rationalize everything that happened to me, knowing what emotions got you. Dead. Calmness and plans were what carried you though. I couldn't lose my cool until I got my revenge.
"Heh, what ya gonna do it with? Your knife was still in your pocket but it's fucked now." My favorite knife was gone.
I felt another pang of rage hit me, but I consoled myself. My gun was gone now too but it was okay. I had other weapons, those were just my favorite. I had another M9 but not another winchester.
I had a damascus steel one but it was more for show. It looked dope as hell but I wasn't too familiar with it. My winchester had always gotten me through. Now it was gone. Yay.
"I have one other set of weapons. I just need to go get them." They were in my bag with my clothes and money.
My clothes. Fuck. My favorite clothes were gone. My beautiful jacket, gone. My awesome pants and shirt, gone. My watch, gone. My boots, gone. Well, I had other pants and shirts along with another set of boots.
Okay, so jacket and watch were still gone. I loved that jacket. That watch had been hard to steal as well. Worth almost 19,000 dollars. It helped me get a ton of bitches.
'What kind of shit can I steal with super speed?!' I giddily threw away my depression, practically drooling at the shit I could do.
"Hmph, well make yourself comfortable kid. It's gonna take us about a day to get there.
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Next Day
Sleeping was hard. It used to be hard because I was slightly paranoid, but now it was because of my powers. Playing around with them was too fun. I did some experimenting with them, as limited as my space to do so was.
I realized that I remembered everything I saw as long as the power was connected to my mind, giving me some sort of photographic memory. Looking into a mirror while I do so showed me the party of blue electricity flowing through my eyes.
I would have to be careful around people since that would look weird, no matter how fast I was going. It was doubtful they would miss the slight flash of light going through them. Looked bad as fuck though.
Despite my muscles, I wasn't all that much stronger. I was definitely twice as strong as I was before, but nothing superhuman. That didn't mean it was impossible, just that I would have to work for it.
I also seemed to vibrate when I was going fast. Taking away the energy from my mind and letting it flow through my hand made it seem like a blurred vibrating mess. There also the weird feeling I had.
I could feel the energy inside of me. It seemed to have 3 different kinds of movement. Side to side, forward and backwards and up and down. It automatically went side to side and attempting to use the other two ended in failure.
I didn't know what they did and I wasn't sure if I wanted to mess around with it. It seemed like they all pretty much revolved around vibration. My speed seemed to produce it. I cut through solid wood with my vibrating hand, barely even feeling it.
The fact that I probably slice through a person made me grin. I could practically taste my revenge. Not literally though, cuz that would be nasty as fuck. That was about all I had discovered so far.
"Have fun out there kid. Try not to attract too much attention while ya kill your teach okay?" I shook Stewarts hand firmly, not agreeing to anything.
After saying goodbye to the rest of them, I made my way through the port. It was still Southside of Gotham, so I knew my way. My shit was at Nicole's place though and that was about 3 miles away, a 45 minute walk.
'I don't need to walk though do I?" I walked into one of the many alleyways before letting my energy flow through me.
Lightning sparked around me, the world becoming slow. I moved a bit slowly in comparison to my mind but it wasn't by much. Cars weren't that fast around me, most of them going about 40 miles per hour.
I shot down the road, easily overtaking them. I was moving at probably 70 or 80 mph and it felt good being so fast. It only took a minute in my time for me to realize how boring this was. It felt like I was running.
Like I was running regularly. It took me the same amount of time it usually did to clear a block in my mind, even though I knew I was doing it faster. To compensate, I withdrew even more energy from my mind.
I was slightly tunnel visioned, but I was good enough to see and react to everything around me. I admit, I did take some looks at some of the prettier girls I passed, slowing down my perception every once in a while.
I could do some dastardly things with these powers. Absolutely dastardly. I grinned as I finally stopped in front of her apartment complex. I sped up the stairs, really just walking up them, and stopped in front of her door.
I pushed the energy back into its hole, feeling slightly nervous for some reason. I had been dead for about 6 days and I couldn't be sure if she had moved on already. I mean, sure, I didn't love her or anything.
I was just possessive. I didn't like the thought that it would be easy to move on from me. It wasn't odd to have your lover die though, so it was a good possibility.
I panicked a bit as I suddenly lit on fire, the friction apparently being enough to light me up. I hurriedly pat out the flames, thankfully only singeing my clothes a bit. I made sure I didn't look ridiculous before setting my face.
I knocked on the door, not giving myself anytime to pussy out. I wasn't a bitch. It didn't matter if she was with someone else. I still needed my shit. I was moving onto bigger and better things anyway.
Despite telling myself that, when the door opened up to show some spanish motherfucker, I pulled my energy into my mind quick as fuck. Time stopped around me and I took a minute to just glare at him.
He couldn't see it, but I wanted him to know just how much I wanted to kill him. Acting jealous and like I cared would make me look bad though and I refused to look stupid. I waited for what felt like half an hour, just getting it all out before I reeled it in.
"Aye man, ya need something?" I ignored the hostility in his voice, as well as the fact that he was shirtless.
"Yeah, my shit. I left it here and didn't have the time to pick it up till now." I gave him a condescending smirk, earning me a frown.
He told me to wait a minute and closed the door. I could faintly hear him asking if someone that looked like me had their stuff here, as well as Nicole's frantic questioning.
The door slammed open to show Nicole dressed scantily, making my lip twitch a bit. I didn't bother slowing down my perception to look, I had already seen it all.
"Nick?! Wha? How? You're dead. They said they found your charred body outside of school! How are you alive?!" She seemed almost scared, wondering if I had been resurrected by some super.
"My body was thrown into the ocean. It was probably fake. Listen, I'd love to talk but I need my shit." She looked baffled, confused.
Anderson probably paid off some police to make the report, not surprising. I pushed past Nicole and whoever the guy was, heading to where I had placed my stuff before I left. It was still in the closet next to the bathroom, thankfully.
I rifled through it, making sure the money I had in the secret compartment was still there, along with my weapons. All 20,000 dollars were where they needed to be, along with my knife, gun and ammo.
I ignored the both of them standing at the other end of the hall and finally got rid of the clothes I was wearing. They weren't horrible but they were not my type of clothes at all. I slowed down my perception really quick and looked to my left.
I couldn't stop the smug smirk creeping onto my face at the look of frozen awe on her face. Just because I didn't want her back didn't mean I couldn't be pleased. I sped it back up and got dressed quickly.
I chose my black loose skinny jeans, which were now clinging to my legs. I had a few other red shirts but I decided to go with purple today. It was almost uncomfortably tight, but I was sure I looked pretty amazing.
I chose my cheap watch, a gold Akribos, only worth 200 dollars. Putting on my boots felt amazing, sandals really sucked. I missed my jacket though, so I would definitely see about getting one of those. Maybe something that reduces friction?
I put my knife into one of my pockets and tucked my black M9 into the back of my pants. I made sure my phone was still in my bag before zipping it closed. I knew better than to take my phone out. That shit either got destroyed or stolen.
The Iphone 7 plus was a bit expensive and replacing it a bunch of times wasn't something I wanted to do. I had over 4 Iphone 6's and I didn't want to repeat that.
"Nicholas, I really think you should just sit down. You just said you were thrown into the ocean. I really want to talk." I slowed down my perception so I could overcome her pleading face.
I always had a thing for worried women. Seeing their faces scrunched up in concern always tugged at me, reminding me of my mother. I had no intention of talking about anything though. I needed to set up somewhere and take my revenge real quick.
"I've had a bit of time to rest Nicole, I'm fine. Just don't tell anyone I'm alive okay? They'll find out eventually, but they don't need to now." I couldn't have Anderson run off now.
I brushed past her, ignoring her requests for me to stay. I really didn't want to be around her anymore. There were bigger things that needed to be done.
"It was fun Nicole. Thanks for letting me crash at your place." I gave her a nod before dipping out the apartment. I slipped into what I was going to call my 'slowed world'. I was now aware of the fact that my clothes would catch fire.
I would have to be ready to pat my bag and clothes down. I sped down the stairs and into the streets. I wasn't really pushing myself but I was going pretty damn fast. I couldn't measure myself unfortunately though.
Kane Orphanage was a pretty nice building. Named after one of the founding families of Gotham, it had gotten some of its funding from them. Until they went to shit that is. It looked like every other building now.
I sped into it, finding my room clear of anything. They had a lot more space than they needed, most of the kids having already moved out to join gangs. I didn't need the room for long anyway. I just needed a plan.
I set down my bag and exited the slow world. I quickly pat out the flames on my bag and me before sitting down on the rickety bed. I had $20,000, a pocket knife, a M9 and super powers. I didn't have real connections, so no getting help.
I needed a base of operations. There was a ton of organized crime in Gotham. The only question was which one would be the best to take over. To my knowledge, there weren't really people with super speed in Gotham, so I should have the advantage.
Black Mask, White Shark, Neon Dragon Triad, Lucky Hand Triad, Penitente Cartel, Escabedo Cartel, The Hammer, Odessa Mob, the Ivgene Clan, the Beretti Family, the Bertinelli Family, the Cassamento Family,
The Galante Family, the Inzerillo Family, the Panesso Family, the Falcone Family, the Ibanescu family, the Maroni Family, the Moxon's Empire, the Riley family, the Sabatino Family and the Gotham Yakuza.
That was pretty much all of the crime in Gotham besides the gangs. The sheer amount of gangs was ridiculous and they were all pretty small for the most part. Quite a few of these options would be doable, it merely depended on what I wanted.
I needed someone with money, connections and people. I needed to focus on my powers, finding out how they work and just how to improve. I needed people to delegate tasks to. There were a lot of families that had that, but they usually didn't have too many connections.
They were pretty much entrenched in Gotham, having buyers and sellers outside of it, but mostly remaining isolated in Gotham. The Triad, White Shark and Black Mask were my best bets. The Triad were less likely to listen to me out of the three though.
White Shark was smaller than Black Masks false face society. Black Mask, while a shitty businessmen, had good people working under him. He had quite a lot of people, following him like a cult.
He had hundreds of millions, probably paranoid enough to keep a good amount of that in cash. He had connections thanks to his underlings. His False Face Society, while small and isolated, was in quite a lot of countries.
Taking him out in a show of force and becoming the new leader was pretty much the only option if I wanted his group to follow me. I needed to show them just who was superior out of the two of us.
First, I'll take revenge on Anderson. Quick and clean, in and out. No one needed to know who did it, being dead was a good advantage to have. There was no reason to lose it over a grudge.
Then, I need to get enough of a grip on my powers to allow me to take on Black Mask and the few underlings of my choosing. I flexed my hand, watching the bright electricity flow through it. Getting struck by lightning sucked. Getting super powers though?
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And there it is. You might have figured out that he was gonna become a speedster last chapter, but now ya know. He's gonna be pretty strong in all honesty, since speedsters honestly seem OP as fuck. Superman himself, at the strongest he could ever reach, travelled over 90 trillion times the speed of light. He couldn't fully comprehend or fight at that speed, but he travelled at it. Wally West, in one version of the comics was calculated to run at over 23 tredecillion times the speed of light. He was able to perceive time in attoseconds. How do you even go about beating someone like that? Obviously, they aren't going to be that strong just yet. I'm using the early/middle justice league. Supes speed is topped at about 76 billion times the speed of light here, while Barry caps at about 100 billion. They will possibly advance into their even stronger selves, if they live that long. Nicholas won't be that fast for quite a while, nor will he be anywhere near untouchable. Till next time.