Park Row
8:35 PM
- Iroh and Leslie -
After walking down the sidewalks along the dirty streets to go to Leslie's residence for a good while, both Iroh and Leslie came up to two brownstone buildings. The one on the left is seemingly Leslie's home, while the right building was her clinic, a lit-up sign next to the door that said, "M.D., Leslie Thompkins" and had a doctor's symbol on it.
Iroh, who looked around the area with such curiosity, asked Leslie, "Is it always this dirty around here?"
Leslie chuckled, "For a Gothamite, this is considered 'clean'."
"...Oh my," Iroh blinked. Looking up, he sees her home and her clinic. "So, um...this is your home?"
"Yep. Home sweet home," Leslie said as she walked up the stairs, as well as Iroh.
Once she unlocked the door, she opened it to let them both in. Turning on the lights as she placed her purse on a table next to her staircase near the entrance, Leslie took off her jacket and placed it on the coat rack to the right. On the right, there was another door that must've led to her infirmary (a clinic, Iroh heard from her).
Iroh looked around the place and saw pictures on the walls and on small tables. Coming up to one on a small stand, he sees a picture of what looked to be a younger Leslie and a man and a woman...and a boy...
"So, you said you wanted some tea?" Leslie asked Iroh as she turned to him.
"Oh!" Iroh turned to the woman, "Um, yes! Preferably jasmine tea, if you have any. But if not, then I'll go with any tea you have!"
Leslie smiled, "Well, lucky for you, I got a box full of K-pods of jasmine tea ready to brew."
"...K-pods?" Iroh asked, his face showing confusion.
"...Um...don't worry, I'll brew it," Leslie said with a sheepish smile, "Just, uh, follow me."
Iroh, still a little confused about what a K-pod is, followed Leslie nonetheless to the kitchen straight ahead.
When he entered the kitchen, Iroh looked around the area and became curious as to what was in this woman's kitchen. There were metal objects, a large person-sized metal box that was up against a wall with what looked to have two doors, one a square door and the other a rectangle door, and a small metal thing with two slots on top of the kitchen counter. There was also a rectangular metal box that was on the counter as well and a device that looked…advanced to be in any form of shape. The device was also on the counter next to the rectangle box.
As she neared one of her kitchen cabinets, Leslie opened one to get out a small box full of...little cylinder things. She then went to the device, lifted the lid off of it, and put in the cylinder 'pod' in the circle slot, closing the lid to somehow crush it.
...To say Iroh was fascinated was an understatement.
After pushing some buttons, the device was making an odd and loud sound...almost like it was...brewing.
Leslie turned back to Iroh and told him with a smile, "Well, you don't have to stand there. Go ahead and sit down at the table."
"...Oh, uh...sorry, it's just...all these..." Iroh looked around the kitchen and its appliances, "...devices are...well, they're quite interesting," he said with a sheepish smile of his own.
The doctor smiled in understanding, "Not much technical advantages where you're from?"
Iroh chuckled, "Well, we have airships, but...that's basically the most technological thing we got as of right now," he sat on one of the chairs near her kitchen table.
Chuckling herself, Leslie also sat on a chair near her kitchen table, next to and across from Iroh, "Well, I'll tell you one thing, that kid you're looking for, Aang? What he did back there? We don't do that here...at all."
"Heh, I kind of figured," Iroh smiled, "But if you know what I can do, then you'll be even more surprised."
"Hm?" Leslie raised an eyebrow, "What can you do?"
"Well..." Iroh decided to demonstrate to Leslie what he meant by that. Raising his right hand up, he snapped his fingers hard...to create a flame in his palm.
...Leslie blinked in shock. "...You're right. I'm way more surprised...how are you...how are you doing that?"
"That, my good lady, is firebending. I am firebender, as Aang is an airbender," Iroh explained as he extinguished the flame in his hand.
"...My word..." Leslie put her hand on her head to ease her shock, "Okay, so...what Aang did was airbending, what you did was firebending...is there any other bending that I should be aware of?"
"Well, there are the other two, earthbending and waterbending. Each element though, has special bending properties that each bender can use. Like for instance, an earthbender can bend and control metal, a firebender can create and bend lightning, a waterbender can freeze water and control blood, and an airbender can control mists and sand, which the air controls."
"...Wow...that's...mighty impressive," Leslie said with a stunned stare.
Iroh just smiled slightly, "Well, if it makes you feel any better, these buildings in your city, uh...Gotham, is it? Either way, they look way too tall for my liking. Also, these machines that are going off on your city's roads looked like tanks to me. In fact, everything looks...quite advanced around here. So...I guess I could say that I am mostly amazed by all the things you have here in...uh, your world."
Leslie couldn't help but smile back at Iroh, "Well, Gotham is an interesting place. As for our world...I think you'd be very surprised at what's around here."
Blinking at that, Iroh just chuckled, "You know? I'll hold you to that."
Both chuckled, enjoying this bizarre yet informative conversation...
Iroh then spoke, "But really, thank you for your hospitality. I really, um...don't know what happened for me to make myself appear here in this new world that I'm in as well as Aang. I mean, I really don't know why I'm here at all exactly...but you took this stranger in despite how I might say some outlandish things in general," Iroh smiled warmly and nodded to her, "For that, I thank you."
"Oh, really, it's no problem," Leslie smiled back, "I guess I got my fill in knowing what all those powers Aang and you had just done. But you're welcome to stay until you find your friend, or...once you know how to get back to your…uh, world?"
"Oh yes...there's also that," Iroh frowned as he glanced at the floor, wondering how he and Aang would return...actually, he wondered if anyone else was here in this world, this city.
Zuko...I hope you're alright...
Leslie saw the look on his face, and decided to change topics for his sake, "Well, wherever you came from, you came here to Gotham at the most interesting of times."
Iroh looked up at Leslie, "Oh? What would that be?"
"Well, our city of Gotham is electing a new mayor in the next five days. One of the candidates is actually the son of some good friends of mine..." Leslie lowered her gaze to look at the table's surface, her expression turning that of uncertainty.
Noticing this, Iroh carefully asked, "Um...are you okay?"
Leslie turned her attention back up at Iroh, "Oh, sorry, I was just...thinking..." she lowered her gaze back at the table's surface.
Iroh sat there, a little concerned about his newfound friend's behavior. He asked her a seemingly innocent question, "I saw a picture of you in your early years with a man and a woman with their young son...was the son you mentioned running for mayor the one I saw in the picture?"
Looking back up at Iroh, she stared at him for a second until she smiled, "Very observant. And yes...my friends' names were Thomas and Martha Wayne. Their son's name is Bruce. Bruce's father, Thomas, ran a multinational corporation and inherited it all from his father...however, he was more of a surgeon and a philanthropist..." And then she was quiet for the time being.
Feeling that the silence usually meant something bad had happened, Iroh asked as delicately as best as he could. "Did...something happened?"
...Leslie sighed, "Thomas was very vocal about how his city needed to change. So much so that he decided to run for mayor himself...he basically won everyone over, using the money to give out charities and donations to people in need...that was around 28 years ago..."
"...What happened to your friend?" Iroh asked her, not liking how the environment suddenly changed, the sobering feeling and look in Leslie's eyes.
"...Simply put, our city has always been a dangerous place, especially the darker corners of it. People who work underground in the city don't like good politicians...so one crime lord wanted him out of the way...yet, it was not only him who lost his life, but his wife also was lost as well...his son being with them at the time."
Iroh's eyes widened, "Oh...you mean...Bruce? He experienced his father and mother's...death?"
"...Yes..." Leslie looked up at Iroh, "Bruce's parents were murdered by a hired thug to make it look like a mugging. From Bruce's account, Thomas tried to talk the man out of it...but he shot him anyway."
Shot? By what? Iroh thought in his mind. He didn't dare to ask, as this was a sore topic to bring up right now just by looking at Leslie.
Speaking of, Leslie continued, "Martha tried to ask for help...but she was shot too...leaving that poor scared boy of ten without any parents..."
"...My word..." Iroh muttered.
"Not only that, but he has to live on his own, in his own home, Wayne Manor, all by himself...he has his butler with him, to raise him, but...losing both your parents can certainly affect you in a traumatic way," Leslie frowned as she reflected, "...I made sure to visit him to help him through it...he's basically become my own surrogate son...
"..." Iroh nodded in understanding, "Hm..."
"...He lost everything that day...now an heir to Wayne Enterprises, he's...going to follow in his father's footsteps to become mayor...to finish what his father started," Leslie finished as she looked at the device that brewed the tea, the machine making another odd sound. Apparently, it was done as she got up and went to it. "Tea is ready," she turned to Iroh, "Do you want anything in it?"
Iroh looked at Leslie for a moment...and said, "I just want to say, my condolences to Bruce after hearing that story."
Leslie blinked but smiled and said, "Thank you. I'm certain Bruce will appreciate that."
Smiling with a nod, Iroh then said, "However, I feel like that wasn't what was bothering you, wasn't it?"
Now confused, Leslie asked Iroh, "What do you mean?"
"Well...you said this city is a dangerous place, and that Bruce is walking in the footsteps of his late father..." Iroh glanced at the floor for a moment, until asking, "Are you afraid that Bruce might...um, excuse me for asking this, but do you think Bruce might go down through the same trials as his father once went through?"
...Leslie was quiet for a moment...
"...You're very observant indeed, Iroh," she gave him a sad smile, "But...well, while yes, I do worry for Bruce on participating in this whole mayoral election coming up, I just...I'm also concerned if he could actually...if he could be dedicated to the job if he does win."
"Hmm…" Iroh nodded, "Being in a position of power for a city this...supposedly large and dangerous as you said can bring some kind of stress."
"Yeah..." Leslie mumbled. Looking at the brewed tea that was already in the mug, she stared at it, "...That's right..."
...Iroh decided to let this conversation go, so he wouldn't worry his new friend, so he cleared his throat, "Well, um...as for the tea, I just like it the way it is."
Snapping out of her thoughts, Leslie turned her attention to Iroh, looking at him for a moment until she gave him a grateful smile, "Alright then," she grabbed the handle of the mug and gave it, placing it on a coaster on the table next to him.
Smiling, Iroh nodded as he took the mug of tea in his hands, smelled the aroma, and before he began to sip it, he told Leslie, "Thank you for this wonderful tea, Miss Leslie."
Chuckling, Leslie said, "I mean, the machine did all the rest...but you're very welcome, Iroh."
Smiling at the doctor, Iroh then grasped the mug in his hands...and made the tea a little hotter, which made the steam billow out of the mug a little faster.
Blinking at that, Leslie looked at this occurrence, rather intrigued by it.
Once he got the right temperature, Iroh then took a sip of his tea. After taking the sip, he looked at Leslie and smiled sheepishly, "Sorry. I'm sure it's great the way it is, but we firebenders tend to like our tea very piping hot. It's an old trick we use to heat up our drinks."
...Leslie couldn't help but chuckle and give out a smile, "Ah. So I see."
Then, a peculiar noise rang out. It sounded like it came from Leslie's purse, the sound almost having a catchy tune. The woman dug into it and got the ringing device out, a yellow rectangular device.
Once she looked at the screen, her eyes widened in surprise. Getting up, she told Iroh, "Um, sorry, I have to take this."
She then walked around the table behind her and went back to the hallway/foyer.
Iroh looked at Leslie in confusion, wondering where she was going with that device in her hand.
"Uh...okay then..." Iroh said, a little curious as he sat there, holding onto his mug of tea.
On the Streets of Park Row, Away From the Industrial District
8:45 PM
- Batman, Aang, and Toph -
Batman let the call on his dashboard ring...
Aang and Toph were still holding onto each other, as Aang was holding onto a handlebar next to him, forgetting to put his seatbelt on, while Toph was holding onto Aang for dear life, her whole 'vision' completely screwed up as the Batmobile was swerving and turning those tight corners.
Spirits, what have I gotten ourselves into?! Aang thought in fright as he gritted his teeth, trying to desperately hold onto the handlebar to keep himself rooted in his spot
Holy crap! Someone stop this crazy thing! Toph squeezed onto Aang and held on, even going as far as looping her leg on the side of the Batmobile's console. While her other leg was a little bit in pain, she seemed to have forgotten about it after stepping foot into this thing as it rode off. Now she's just questioning her life choices.
The ringing continued until a voice rang through the dashboard.
"Hello? Are you okay, Bru-"
"I'm fine. I got an injured young girl. She was shot in the leg. I'm coming over."
"A young girl? Shot? Oh dear..." a sigh on the other line, "Alright then, I'll get the table ready."
"Thanks. I'll be there in a moment," and with that, Batman cut off the call with a touch on the dashboard.
In the midst of the kids swerving and being pushed back into the seat by the momentum of the car, Aang realized something.
Hey, wait! I think I recognized that voice!
"We're almost there. Hold on," Batman told them, eyes on the road.
"Hold on!? What do you think we've been doing!?" Toph exclaimed in aggravation as she held onto Aang after taking a sharp turn.
"Not my fault your friend didn't buckle either of you up,' Batman came back with.
"I didn't know what you meant by that!" Aang yelled through the road noise.
"Hmph..."
Then, after a few seconds, Batman took another turn to the left, and soon, he parked on the right side of the street, letting the kids have one last jolt to the right before settling onto the seat as the car stopped.
"UGH!" Toph was still holding onto Aang, while the boy was also still holding onto the handlebar, afraid to let go.
But once both doors opened on each side, it looked like it was time to get out.
"Uhh..." Aang sat there flabbergasted, shellshocked and soon feeling a little nervous when he realized that Toph was still holding onto him.
Toph though, on the other hand, just sat there, not moving...until she asked in an almost anxious tone, "Is it all over now?"
Batman unbuckled his seatbelt and said, "Yes. I'm going to carry you over to the doctor."
"Okay...great...the doctor...I...I don't feel so good," Toph said a little queasy as she grimaced.
"Y-You don't?" Aang asked her in worry, "What-"
Then Toph leaned over on Aang's lap and vomited out of the side of the car and onto the sidewalk. Aang winced, but at the same time, her whole body was over his lap as she threw up, the front of her body being on him as she stuck her butt upward, which was under Aang's chin...
Her hands were also on his right leg as she leaned over him...
...Aang realized this looked like a very compromising position...it was enough to make him blush and speed his heartbeat a bit.
Uh...okay, this, uh...I mean, this feels really...weird? Um...maybe I should...help her?
As Toph threw up, Aang placed his right hand on her back and patted it, giving her some kind of comfort...
After emptying her stomach, Toph went back up and sat next to Aang as she groaned, "Uuugh...carry me, Twinkletoes."
"Huh? But, Batman said-"
"I don't care! No offense to the Bat Guy, but after that, I just want to be carried by someone familiar! You're gonna have to do it, Twinkles!"
"Uh..." Aang looked at Batman, who was out of the Batmobile and just stood there...stoically.
"...Hm," Batman nodded, "Then you'll have to carry her, kid."
"Wha-wha-what!? U-Uh-"
"You heard Deep Voice. Now carry me," Toph said as she wrapped her arms around him as she also wrapped her right leg around Aang's waist.
"GAH! UH, UM, UH, I-I-UH-UH-" Aang felt his face heat up tenfold.
"Oh grow up, Twinkletoes! My life is at stake here!"
"...Okay..." Aang then tried to stand up, having to use his right hand to hold up her left leg...and wrap his other arm around her waist.
Oh my gosh...this is happening...I mean...is this strange? Should I be doing this? I mean, yeah, I should, Toph is hurt and in danger, but...is this even...i-is she like giving me mixed signals or-n-no! No! No, Aang, bad! Come on, just man up and ignore whatever you're feeling right now! ...I hope I'm doing this right.
And so, he got out of the car, struggling to carry Toph as she hung onto him, with her right leg, the one that was shot in the shin, hanging limp.
Once they were away from the car, Batman pushed something on his left top wrist, and the car closed its doors...when all of a sudden, the car started to sprout metal plating around and onto the Batmobile, instantly covering it to make sure no crooks were going into the car.
Aang blinked at the odd spectacle as he held onto Toph. "Uh..."
Batman then went on ahead of them, saying "Follow me."
"Oh, uh, r-right!" Aang said as he followed Batman while carrying Toph.
They sped through the sidewalk and after a few seconds of running through it (which Aang had to note that Toph was very light), they took a right turn around a building through an alleyway and made another turn to the left once they reached the end of it. It was then they approached the front of a building with a sign that was next to the door. Going up the stairs, Batman knocked on the door, with Aang behind him as he went up the stairs carefully so he wouldn't drop Toph.
After a second, the door opened...revealing it to be the older woman that Aang met a while back!
Blinking in surprise at seeing the woman again, Aang called out, "Hey! It is you!"
Leslie looked around Batman to see Aang, and her eyes also widened in surprise, "Kid!?"
Batman looked back at Aang and Toph and back at Leslie, "You met them?"
"Just the boy. He was looking for his friends..." Leslie glanced at the girl, Toph, who was holding onto Aang. "Is this girl our patient here?"
Toph winced, the pain now coming back in her bleeding limp leg, "Y-Yeah...I think I'm losing a lot of blood now."
Aang looked down at his side to see where the blood was seeping...and it looked like the bullet wound on her shin was soaking on Aang's bare shin, right down onto his shoes...
...Okay, don't get all queasy now. This is all for Toph. Stay strong. You got to help her.
Leslie glanced at the wound on Toph and gasped, "My goodness...alright then, follow me."
She led Batman, Aang, and Toph into her home, closing the front door.
While that was occurring, someone came through the hall to see what the commotion was all about. And upon seeing Aang and Toph, the man's eyes widened as he called out loud, "Aang! Toph!"
Aang turned to the new but familiar voice and saw who it was. Eyes also widening, he exclaimed in shock, "Iroh!?"
"Pops!?" Toph also asked in surprise.
Batman looked at Iroh and back at the kids. "...Know each other?"
Aang then turned to Batman, "Y-Yeah! He's our friend! I-I didn't know he was here as well, though!"
Iroh, who saw Toph's injury, gasped and rushed over to the kids, "My word, Toph, what happened!?"
"Ugh...I would like to know that myself, actually," Toph winced at the pain in her shin.
"Okay, okay, everyone, give her some room!" Leslie said as she got her clinic key out of a table stand drawer, "Hold on, I'll get the door opened," she used the key on the door that was next to her front door and unlocked it, "Alright, follow me, Aang, is it?"
"Uh, yes, ma'am!" Aang nodded.
"Okay. Follow me and carry your friend in," Leslie told him as she, Aang, and Toph went inside the clinic next door.
As the doctor and kids went inside, Batman and Iroh glanced at each other...
...Batman bluntly said, "Question: Do you have some kind of power over an element?"
Iroh blinked, "Um...y-yes, I...firebend..."
"...Hm..." Then Batman went through the door and entered the clinic.
...Iroh watched Batman go inside the clinic...
"...Well, now I've seen everything," Iroh muttered, a little stunned.
He then entered the next-door clinic as well.
Industrial District
8:40 PM
...Combustion Man woke up.
...Grunting, Combustion Man (aka The Terminator) sat up from his position, his back against a hard wall...
...He felt like he was wearing some new clothes...
Looking down, he saw that he was wearing a long-sleeved buttoned-up white shirt, dark blue jeans, and some black formal shoes.
...Although confused, Combustion Man trudged onward as he got up slowly. When he got up, he took in his surroundings...
He was in some alleyway...yet everything looked...foreign...
Combustion Man turned to his left to see an exit out of the alley.
...Deciding to get some answers, Combustion Man made his way out of the alleyway.
When he exited it, he paused to look up...
...And saw very tall buildings...odd and dark-looking architecture...and brightly colored lights all around him...
...It was a strange sight for sure, and Combustion Man could only marvel for a second as he began to realize, asking himself in thought:
...Where am I?
He was about to fry the traitor General of the Fire Nation, Fire Lord Ozai's brother, Iroh, when all of a sudden...he blacked out.
And now, he wakes up somewhere foreign, wearing these odd clothes, and in some sort of...city?
...Combustion Man definitely needs some answers.
"...Hmm..." Combustion Man hummed in curiosity. He was always the quiet type, but since this was a bizarre situation he found himself in, he might as well use his voice to persuade anyone to tell him what was going on.
Then, in his left peripheral vision, he turned his head to see...two people in suits running straight at him from a distance.
"Outta the way! I don't want no glowy kid pulverisin' me!" said one of the men running.
"Me neither! I rather face Batman than whatever the hell that was!" said the other man.
Upon hearing that, Combustion Man's interest was immediately piqued as he reached out his hands, and when the two men almost ran into him, Combustion Man grabbed them by the collars and lifted them up to his level, him being taller.
"ACK!"
"GACK!"
The two men looked at the shaven bald and short-bearded man with the odd third red 'eye' on his forehead, his gaze stoic and threatening.
"...Who and what was this glowing child?" Combustion Man asked the two men.
The two men blinked, a little scared out of their minds to properly speak, especially when the man was carrying each of them by their collars in both of his hands.
Combustion Man narrowed his eyes and he said lowly, "Show me."
8:45 PM
- Two-Face, Black Mask, and Deadshot -
...Deadshot groaned, waking up to a massive headache.
"Ugh..." the assassin sat up, rubbing his head with his hand to ease the pain in his skull.
"Ergh..." groaned another voice, belonging to Black Mask, who was still tied up by the bolas that Batman threw at him.
"Augh..." a third voice groaned, that being Two-Face. Two-Face and Deadshot both got up sluggishly, the former slightly cursing his luck. Once he saw that Batman and the kids were gone, he grunted, "Well, this is just damn great. Batman's surely going to rat on Commissioner Gordon about this."
Shaking his head, Deadshot hummed, "And just when things were going smoothly."
"Ugh..." Black Mask came to and roughly said, "Hey! Someone get these fuckin' things off me!"
Deadshot glanced at his client and sighed, going over to him, and taking a sharp switchblade out to cut off the bolases. Once he did, Black Mask got up, rubbing his arms from the constricting tension that the bolas did to them.
"Well, this is all perfect. The damn Bat and two fuckin' super brats got in the way of our deal!" Black Mask seethed, "Just what the hell were those little pricks?"
Two-Face gave a low grunt, "It doesn't matter. All in all, I would think we have the same goal now to eliminate the Bat and whoever stands in Penguin's way of becoming mayor."
"Hmph. True," Black Mask nodded, "Penguin wouldn't be letting us even do all of this if he called out this little 'call to arms alliance' to the Gotham Underground," pulling his sleeve he reads the time, "Feh. We've been knocked out for around ten minutes or so...huh. Bats usually hits way harder than that to knock us out cold."
"Be thankful he didn't..." Two-Face then stood there as he thought out loud, "He has been getting kind of soft in his punches."
"Men, if I were to interject," Deadshot said to them, "I think now would be a good time if any to get out of here. Like you said Two-Face, he may have advised Gordon, and getting the police over here as we speak."
"Hrmph. Right," Two-Face nodded. Turning to Black Mask, he said to him, "Although, don't think you're getting away with using my bought merchandise."
"Hey, it's still mine, per se! And it was a desperate situation, alright!?" Black Mask defended, "Besides, what that bald kid did back there? That wasn't natural. That was Superman shit right there."
"U-Uh, Two-Face, sir?" said new voice.
Two-Face, Black Mask, and Deadshot turned their attention to the voice.
It was the two henchmen of Two-Face's and...another man. A larger man with a red eye tattoo on his forehead. The two henchmen were coming forward, while the bigger man was behind them both.
The other henchman said to his boss, "U-Uh, hey! Um...s-sorry for running off like that, sir! We, uh, we were going to get some help and, well, we found this guy! He said he was looking for a glowing child, and, w-well, we all saw that, so...uh, yeah!" the man turned to the bigger man and asked him, "Uh, wh-what's your name, sir?"
The larger man glanced at the henchman, and back at the people that were up, looking at Two-Face, Black Mask, and Deadshot with intrigue.
"...They call me the Terminator," the man, Combustion Man, told him.
"...Really?" asked the other henchman with a raised eyebrow, "I mean...that sounds kind of generic, don't you think? I mean, what are ya, Arnold Schwarzenegger or something?"
...Combustion Man looked at the henchman and glared.
"What does that mean?"
"...Uh...I-I was, uh...I was just, uh, I was just jok-" The henchman began to explain and tried to defend himself until Two-Face interrupted him.
"Where...the hell were you idiots!?"
The henchmen turned back to Two-Face and shrunk back.
"In case you morons didn't notice, the glowing child all of us saw isn't here. So what, pray tell, would this random stranger here can even do now since the kid in question is gone!?" Two-Face yelled at them in a rage.
"...Uh..." one of the henchmen stood silent as he glanced at the man next to him, hoping he would somehow save him.
"...I-I mean, hey, you know, at...at least you guys aren't dead! Heh..." said the other henchmen lamely.
...Two-Face then roughly got his two-sided coin out.
The henchmen's eyes widened and both shouted out.
"WHOA, B-BOSS, HEY, W-WE'RE SORRY!"
"Y-YEAH, D-DON'T KILL US, PLEASE!"
Upon remembering he used up all his guns, Two-Face paused when he was about to flip his coin, "...Hrmph. Don't worry. I don't have any guns with me at the moment, unfortunately," he growled.
The two henchmen looked content and sighed in relief.
"Doesn't mean I'm gonna be the one doing you fools in," Two-Face told them. Turning his attention to Combustion Man, he asked him, "You. You call yourself the Terminator. What kind of technique do you use?"
The larger man looked at Two-Face with a blink. Then, he glanced at the henchmen. The two men in front of Combustion Man froze at Two-Face's suggestion.
"...Mind I show you?" Combustion Man offered.
Two-Face raised an eyebrow but obliged, "Sure. If it doesn't make me do any decision-making, then go ahead."
Combustion Man nodded.
Now feeling like they royally screwed up, the two henchmen began to bargain their lives.
"W-Whoa, hey, let's just, h-hold on, maybe we can jus-G-GAH! HEY!" one of the men tried to talk his way out of it, but Combustion Man held onto his entire head with one hand and lifted him up to his level.
The other henchman quickly turned around and shouted, "Hey! What are you doin'!? This is the thanks we get!?"
Combustion Man then turned his attention to the henchman standing...and activated the laser beam of power coming out of his forehead from his third 'eye'. He shot it at the man...
"ACK OH SHI-!"
BOOOOM!
...and the henchman exploded in a fiery mist, disintegrating every part of his body, torching his suit and clothes, and making him into a burning corpse.
...Two-Face, Black Mask, and Deadshot all looked on...blinking at this phenomenon, very much impressed by the look on their faces.
The henchman who was held by Combustion Man's hand saw what happened to his comrade there, eyes widened as he tried to struggle to get out of his grip, now pleading for his life.
"OH FUCK NO! NO! PLEASE, NO! TWO-FACE, GIVE ME A CHANCE! I-I WON'T SCREW UP AGAIN, PLEASE, WE WERE REALLY TRYING TO HEL-"
BOOOOM!
Combustion Man shot his laser and obliterated the other henchman in his hand.
Dropping the burning corpse on the ground, Combustion Man turned to the other three men and stared at them...waiting to hear a response.
...And Two-Face gave him a response.
With a wicked smile that was only shown on his non-burnt side, Two-Face asked him, "How would you like to make some easy money?"
"Hey, now, hold on there, Dent!" Black Mask exclaimed, "What are you planning?"
"Nothing much, Sionis. Just thinking of introducing this guy who shoots lasers out of his forehead to Penguin. No big deal."
"Oh, so you think you can ease Penguin's graces just by giving him this...guy? We don't even know who he is or how he got those powers!"
"What's the matter, Sionis? Feeling inadequate?"
"Hey, don't piss me off, ya two-sided freak! We were forming an alliance a while ago!"
"I agree with Black Mask on not knowing who he is," Deadshot told them, "Never have I seen anything like that in my whole career as an assassin."
"Still, he got the job done here," Two-Face said as he glanced at the burnt bodies of his two cowardly henchmen. Looking up at Combustion Man he asked again, "So what do you say? We can find that glowing kid these rejects told you about. Maybe you can even get rid of a Bat problem here in our city."
...Combustion Man spoke, "To tell you the truth, I am lost. I was in the process of destroying a traitor to my country, and suddenly I'm here...as for your offer, I only serve the Fire Nation. I don't deal with outside affairs."
Two-Face, Black Mask, and Deadshot looked crestfallen when hearing that.
"...However, again, I am lost. And I did do you the favor of eliminating your traitors. I also need to know my surroundings...and I do want to find this 'glowing child'. Tell me, did this 'child' have a blue arrow tattoo on their head? Was he a boy even?"
...All three men looked at each other.
"Um...he was certainly a boy. And I think he did have some kind of arrow tattoo on his head," Deadshot said.
Combustion Man stood silent...and gave out a sinister smile. "Well, in that case, maybe I should join you three."
Two-Face grinned, "Alright then. Now we're getting somewhere."
"Heh, yeah, that's great!" Black Mask said with grin, rubbing his hands together, "Although...what did you mean by 'Fire Nation'?"
"..." Combustion Man looked around the area he was in...
Hmm...maybe I should keep that a secret for now...
"...That doesn't concern either one of you right now. For this glowing child, he is called the Avatar. I have been hunting him, his allies, and as well as a traitor who joined him. It's all in the name of my...boss," Combustion Man said as discretely as he could.
Black Mask and Two-Face raised eyebrows, while Deadshot looked at him suspiciously.
"...You're hiding something," Two-Face said bluntly.
Combustion Man stood there, calm as he could be.
"...But honestly? I don't care. Be secretive all you want. If you're willing to help us at that point, I won't dig further," Two-Face told him.
Black Mask just gazed at the large man, until he just shrugged, "Eh, as long as you get the job done. Unlike some assassins," he diverted his attention to Deadshot.
Deadshot looked at his client with a glare.
"By the way, I'm deducting your check," Black Mask said to him.
"...Right," Deadshot growled.
Combustion Man just stood there stoically, but couldn't help but smile in an evil fashion, "Then this alliance is formed."
"Perfect," Two-Face said with an even more sinister grin, "Now, let's get out of here before the cops show."
While everyone got ready to leave, Combustion Man could only think of one thing.
Once I bring the Avatar's head, Fire Lord Ozai will surely call me a hero among the Fire Nation...now I just have to find him.
End of Chapter 6
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