TARTARUS

All for One wore a pair of spectacles over his mask. He studied the document before him, licked his finger, and flipped the page.

"Property taxes rose another six percent this year? What madness."

"Oh gee," All Might said dryly. "I wonder if that has anything to do with the League of Villains causing untold property damage recently."

The villain snorted. "They're going to stifle the housing market at this rate. Have they no care for all the elderly people they're robbing?"

"Given that applies to businesses and not residential property, the only elderly person they're robbing is you."

"Mocking a man for his age?" All for One shot back. "Talk about throwing stones in glass houses, my boy. There's a few gray hairs sticking out from under that hair dye of yours."

"I'll have you know it's all natural, thank you very much."

All for One huffed and went back to his taxes. While his gaze was turned away, All Might discreetly checked his hair.

"I don't understand why the government's letting you run your businesses from inside prison."

"It's quite simple, my boy. Those businesses of mine pay about five percent of the nation's taxes. I could make the economy collapse by misfiling my taxes. And Tartarus' budget will be first on the chopping block."

All for One snapped his fingers. A guard rushed in, took the papers, bowed, and scampered out.

"I'm feeling a bit peckish. I'll have a ribeye, with lobster tail, bone marrow, truffle risotto, and creamed spinach. What about you, All Might? I'd offer you some, but I can't imagine your stomach could handle it."

"If you're offering it, I'll have it."

All for One mimed raising an eyebrow. "If you're sure. Two orders, and a glass of your finest cabernet. Snap to it."

The guards returned two minutes later with covered platters, an oak dining table, and silver cutlery. All for One held out a glass, and the guard poured the wine. All for One waved it in front of his mask before sipping. "My word. This vintage is nearly as old as I am. What a delight."

The guard reached to pour All Might a glass, but he snatched the bottle. All for One frowned as he guzzled it.

"Really Toshinori? Have you no class?"

All Might belched. "Need it to deal with you."

The villain primly sliced into his steak. All Might scooped risotto and spinach onto it, folded it in half, and bit it like a taco. After smearing grease all over his face, he wiped himself off with the tablecloth.

"I've seen better table manners from a monkey. Did Nana teach you those?"

All Might scowled. He snatched up the lobster tail, bit through the shell, and noisily chomped on it.

"That's it. You die."

Turrets popped out of the ceiling and peppered the villain with darts. He collapsed into his spinach and snored noisily.

Toshinori pumped a fist. Then he vomited blood everywhere.

495

As the guards groaned under the weight of a jacuzzi, All for One said, "A little to the left. No, my left you imbeciles. Back to the right. And… there! Perfect!"

Yeah, I don't think All for One's in any hurry to bust out.