[Will Pov]
Will sat on the edge of a building, looking down at what looked to be an abandoned warehouse. He was in a gray hoodie and had a black bandanna around his neck and a black backpack under his left arm. He took a pull of the cigarette in his hand. The black veins on his face began to recede as he looked at the desiccated corpse of a brunette woman in a black pantsuit lying nearby. He smirked at his handiwork. He gazed intensely at the building across the street.
"Penguin said he'd deal with it, but honestly, I don't give a fuck. I wanna fuck these boys up for messing with Dembe." Will thought to himself and took another pull from his cigarette.
He checked his phone; he had several missed calls from everyone in the house… including Barbara. He sighed and then became absolutely furious at himself. The flames of anger stoked within him. He felt his blood and energy boil and sat there until he finished his cigarette. Then Will stood up, stretched, and yawned.
"I guess it's time to go make the world a better place… for me." Will said aloud and laughed.
He slung the compact black backpack on his shoulders and tightened it so it wouldn't slip off in the fight. Will slid his black bandanna up over his nose.
"Do I need a plan?" Will asked himself.
"Nah, let's just go fuck people up. They better be ready to wreck." Will said looking up at the night sky.
Will swiftly hopped onto a fire escape, ran down a few floors, and then vaulted off the edge. He rolled out of the fall, landing uninjured, and sprinted to the side of the large metal warehouse. He sprinted and flitted around the side where the large loading dock was. Every large 25ft tall loading door was shut tightly closed, and Will could see rust covering them. He noticed there were two guards with machine guns and clown makeup next to a much smaller regular door.
Demonic energy coated Will's hands, giving off a powerful aura of sharpness. He shot off so quietly and quickly that before the two men in clown makeup could comprehend what was happening, the closest one to Will had already had his throat torn out. Blood sprayed the side of the building as the man made gurgling noises and fell to the ground. The other guard only had time to turn his head in the direction of the noise, and his head was sent flying into the distance. Blood poured out of the man's neck, as Will grabbed his shirt slowly lowering the man to the ground. Will flicked the blood off his fingers, uncaring of the men he just killed. The only visible part of Will's appearance were his eyes, blood spattered across his forehead, and gray hoodie. He looked terribly evil. Will didn't realize it, and if you told him, he'd tell you to holler at him when you were sober; but he was beginning to resemble the demon from that horrible place. The demon's aura leaked out of him everywhere he went, and Will's rage and resentment boiled as he crept inside the warehouse.
When he got in, he realized it wasn't a regular warehouse, but a giant industrial chemical processing plant. He saw several giant silver vats that were incredibly tall as well as places to process the chemicals in what Will assumed to be explosives. There were around 20 goons stationed all around the building, each one in clown makeup sporting assault rifles. Will heard a female voice screaming and laughing.
"Hurry it up, Mistah J needs everything ready for a week from now. I got several more of these, I gots ta go check, and you're too slow." Said the singsongy voice.
Then he heard a loud crash from the top of the scaffolding by one of the vats, and a man in a lab coat slammed into the ground, blood flew everywhere as a high-pitched girly voice laughed. Will cracked a smile under his black bandanna. That was actually pretty funny, he thought to himself.
"Sorry Mista, you shouldn't have made a funny face like that, huh?... Quit ya starin', get back to work, everybody!" Said the feminine voice.
Will watched as the girl with platinum blonde hair, in clown makeup in red and blue booty shorts, a white t-shirt, and a choker that said daddy on it skipped around with a giant hammer.
Will once again felt something stir within him, "damn she was fucking sexy. Too bad she's gonna die tonight." Will thought to himself darkly. He didn't care if it was a man or a woman, every single motherfucker who crossed him was going to die a horrible death.
Will cracked his neck and stared down the guard closest to him. "Showtime." He said under his breath and smiled. Will dropped his backpack to the floor and shot forward at the speed of a moving car. Each step cracked the ground from his strength. The man turned and Will had already plunged his fist into the man's chest, blood flew all over his face. He let out a loud demonic roar. He wrapped his hand around the man's spine and sprinted through the center of the chemical plant, using the man as a human shield.
"Get 'em, boys!" Said the female voice of Harley Quin.
Men charged him, and tons of shots rang out. Will saw every shot in slow motion and made sure they connected with the man's body he was using as a shield. He came up on two goons and threw the corpse at one so hard he heard bones break. Will jumped up dodging bullets from every direction, and slammed into the man's head with a flying kick that was so hard it instantly exploded when it came in contact with his foot. Will landed with a roll and moved on to a group of three more. Will began laughing hysterically as he jammed his hands into one of the goons and ripped him in half, long ways, with pure brute strength. He used one of the halves as a club to smash into another goon. When their heads made contact with each other, they instantly exploded in a mass of flesh, blood, brain, and bone. Will threw the body to the side like a piece of trash and was instantly upon the third goon. Will felt a few bullets pierce his back, but this level of pain and injury didn't even faze him. Will merely activated the technique, and the bullets were ripped out of his body by the demonic energy falling and clattering on the ground behind him. He grabbed the goon by the face with one hand and placed the other on his shoulder. Will proceeded to rip the thug in clown makeup's head directly off his body. Will thought of his mother and began laughing as his anger continued to grow.
He laughed hysterically as he flitted around the warehouse, ripping Joker's thugs to pieces with his bare hands. Blood and body parts flew everywhere as he flitted around the place. He had completely let loose. He didn't care about the consequences. He didn't care about anything but killing everyone inside. After swiftly ripping every goon in the building to pieces Will came across the last goon. Will had several bullet holes in his body, that had once again begun to heal. Bullets popped out of his body and fell to the ground while he walked towards his prey.
"What are you doing, get him mista!" Harley screamed over by the scientists who were cowering by the steel vats as Will stabbed his hand into the goon's chest and directly crushed his heart.
Will had a manic smile on his face as he jumped down from the walkway that sat above the vats of chemicals. He jumped down and began slowly walking towards Harley and the scientists.
"What are ya, some kind of new cape or sumthin?" Harley asked
Will snorted and rolled his eyes, "Nah, I'm with Penguin."
Harley pulled out a super long revolver that seemed like it came out of nowhere, "Well, take this Mistah." She let out three shots in a split second; they were aimed directly at his head. Will sighed and tilted his head to the side, causing the bullets to whizz by his ear. Then he kicked off and was suddenly in front of Harley. He gripped her throat tightly with a manic smile on his face, she struggled to breathe, and he laughed at her eyes bulging. She scratched and clawed at him, and her eyes rolled into the back of her head. He ripped the daddy choker off of her neck and placed it in his pocket. Will really thought she looked damn good. So, feeling it was a bit of a shame to kill her when she began to go limp, he chose to toss her into one of the steel walls so hard that a loud boom echoed out as she punched straight through it. He had no idea whether she was alive or dead. He supposed it was up to her to survive. If she crossed him again, he would kill her no question.
[Harley Quinn Pov]
"Where in the fuck did this guy come from?" She screamed in her mind as she struggled and kicked. As she began to lose consciousness, she heard the man's laughter and felt his intense gaze roaming her body. It felt as if it were only him and her in the whole world. "What a magical moment." She thought to herself.
In her mind, the image of the Joker began to overlap with Will's handsome figure. She clawed at him in an attempt to free herself, but she wasn't able to do anything against the man's vice-like strength. She began to go limp. The last thing she remembered was blissfully flying through the air, and then everything went black.
[Will Pov]
Will slowly moved towards the group of scientists. Who were absolutely shaking with fear. Will could almost taste it. He grabbed one of them and jammed his hands into his chest. Black veins covered his arms, and the man slowly became desiccated. Will felt pure ecstasy, a perfect mixture of pleasure and pain. The bullet wounds on his body closed as he devoured the man. Demonic energy drilled painfully into his muscles, bones, and organs. He didn't have to break them when he devoured these fucking idiots. He continued devouring the man until a blue ball popped out of his mouth, and he swallowed it. Will moaned in ecstasy as he threw the desiccated corpse away and proceeded to do the same to the other five scientists. Those who tried to run, Will quickly broke their legs. He was hungry and angrier than he'd ever been in his life. Their resentment flowed into the tattoo as he devoured their blue orbs. Will's pupils dilated, and he laughed at the orgasmic feeling he was experiencing. He couldn't help himself; he wanted more, needed more. Will had reached 35% completion after tonight. He felt stronger than ever. Will tossed the corpses away like they were garbage and walked back to the door he came in. He picked up his backpack and unzipped it. Inside were several pounds of explosives.
Will thought to himself, "I probably could have probably used it to blow this place up with everyone in it, but where's the fun in that I wanted fucking blood, and I got blood. Let's blow this bitch up."
Will went around and placed the explosives on every large vat in the place, as well as some structural points he could use to collapse the building, and then finally, he placed the last bit under the assembly lines where they were putting the chemicals in what looked to be bombs or something. Will didn't really give a shit because whatever it was, it didn't matter anymore. Will primed the detonator and just walked out the front door and lit up a cigarette. He passed by the two guards he killed on the way in and began trying to put some distance between him and the building.
[Tim Drake Pov]
Red Robin and Spoiler were responding to reports of gunshots going off near the Gotham Botanical Garden. "We need to put a stop to whatever is going on over here Spoiler, I think this may be the warehouse Alfred was telling us about. If Joker is there we need to call Batman, we can't handle him alone." Tim said over the com.
"Roger that Red Robin, I'm right behind you." Stephanie said as they rounded a corner on their bikes.
"Make sure you put on your gas mask. You never know with Joker's men." Tim said
"Already ahead of you Red Robin." Stephanie said
Suddenly they caught a red blur moving out of the warehouse at a high speed.
"Someone's heading our way." Tim said as he and Stephanie moved to cut the person off.
The person didn't stop. Tim shot a tracker at the figure that was easily dodged. When he saw he missed, he threw several electrified batarangs. The man easily dodged every single one of them and did an aerial over Red Robin's head. Red Robin and Spoiler both used their bikes' supreme maneuverability to turn on a dime and were about to give chase when they saw the figure had stopped moving. He stood there with a black bandana on his face, soaked from head to toe in blood and viscera. Then Tim noticed his eyes, the bright red eyes with black crosses in them.
"WILL GET YOUR ASS OVER HERE NOW!" Said Tim on one of the rare occasions he genuinely lost his cool.
Will pulled down his black mask and winked at them. Then Tim watched on in horror as he clicked the device in his hand. A huge explosion rang out, and Tim and Stephanie were thrown from their bikes, even with how far away they were from the Warehouse. A deep, disgusting voice sounded in their ears, "You should probably go handle that."
They watched on as the Joker Venom evaporated and began to spread throughout the entire block. Tim hit the distress button on his suit, and when he looked back to find Will, he was already gone.
