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DCU: Blacklist
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Thanks for the chapter
Chapter 6 - Saviour of Frost and Flame
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Hello there,
If you enjoy my stories you can read advanced chapters in my patreon page
Commander Shepard, The Greatest to Ever Live, a Mass Effect story where Shepard is greater than ever,
Geek's Guide to Thriving in a Low End Fantasy World a Robert Baratheon OC SI in an AU,
Her Eternal Excellency, a Genshin Impact and ASOIAF crossover, Raiden Ei Reborn as Argella Durrandon,
and DCU:Blacklist, a Raymond Reddington inspired OC SI using his knowledge for his own advantage, as well as the rest of the world
All stories are five chapters ahead.
Thank you in advance.
Gotham
Meeting Nora Fries has been an experience to say the least.
Sweet, kind, caring and sincere, it was no surprise Victor would go so far for her.
"Victor told me he will be working for you now?"
"Yes, your husband has an extremely keen mind for medicine, as well as cryotechnology. I intend to have him work on treatments for incurable diseases as well as cancer, and use his technology to combat climate change" While they weren't very lucrative businesses, they would earn him something far more valuable.
Reputation.
"Speaking of, when will I start working?" Victor asked, not out of a desire to work, but to spend more time with his wife.
"It will take some time I am afraid, I have yet to set up a company. I will inform you as soon as possible" He would need to find a person capable of building a company from the ground first, of course.
"Yes, understood" Victor nodded, leaning closer to his wife.
"Now, while I would love to stay and chat, I have an appointment in Metropolis" It was best to give the lovebirds some space and time.
"Thank you again, Mr. Beckett. I can't tell you how grateful I am" Nora thanked, and the couple saw him off.
"Don't mention it Mrs.Nora. I am just glad to be of assistance"
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Metropolis
Superman, it turns out, already busted the Project Firestorm, and Claire was in the wind. He had no idea how to find her, other than she would be robbing a yacht club, but he wagered her fencer, Donnie, would be easier to locate, provided she had already contacted him.
Before that though, steps would have to be taken to deal with Agent Kurt, permanently. Fortunately, he was on the FBI's wanted list.
He found an abandoned warehouse, wrote down the address, and bought a burner phone.
Finding Donnie was simple, just a small payment was enough for the location.
"Welcome to Donnie's Antique Store, how can I help you?" Blond, laidback man said, leaning back on his chair.
"Does the name Volcana or Claire Selton mean anything to you, Donnie?" Miles asked, moving to sit on the empty chair.
From the way his smile fell, Miles could say it did.
"Look" he began, clearly intent on denying.
Miles ignored him and dropped twenty thousand dollars on his desk.
"I am aware she is set on robbing a yacht club, and I am also aware nautical memorabilia is hard to sell on the market. So why don't you make things profitable yourself, and tell me where she is?" Miles said, dropping another twenty grand on the table.
"Let me write down the address" The fencer took a pen and paper, writing down the address of Volcana's target. He knew that rich people who could drop money like that only did first before resorting to more painful means.
He had enough scars to know it wasn't worth it.
"Good. Now some renegade government agents after Volcana will be here to threaten you. I want you to give them this address for your own sake"
----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Miles sat on a bench, waiting for the fiery woman to arrive, and enjoying the scenery. It wasn't long before a woman covering herself was walking towards the yacht and Miles moved.
"Miss Claire" He called out, stopping the woman in her tracks.
"Who?" She said, playing the fool, lowering her sunglasses just a bit to take a clear look at him.
"Perhaps you would prefer Volcana?" She twitched, assuming he was a government agent sent after her.
"What do you want?" She turned, pulling her hands out of her pockets, ready to torch him no doubt.
"Miles Beckett, I am here with a job offer you" He said, ignoring her hostile attitude.
"A job offer?" She asked confused.
"Yes, much more lucrative than robbing memorabilia, I mean you would be hard pressed to find a buyer for nautical items, much less one willing to obtain them illegally" Mention of her heist plan threw her off her game.
"You know?" She took on an even more guarded stance now, ready to fight or flight.
"Knowing things is my business, now, are you interested in hearing my offer or not?"
"Why should I trust you?" She had no reason to trust anyone after all.
"Here is one million reasons for you" Miles opened the briefcase, showing her the Benjamins.
"What offer?" She asked, stopping a moment to check if they were real and reached out for the case. Miles handed it to her without a fight.
To her, someone willing to give this much money like that was worth hearing.
"Perhaps we should speak in a less conspicuous place over lunch? My treat"
"Lead the way, rich boy" She said, one hand holding the briefcase, the other ready to attack should it be necessary.
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Sitting in a small restaurant watching over the abandoned warehouse, Miles ordered half the menu and as the table was slowly filled, he took out his phone.
"Hello? I am calling regarding Kurt Baker, the one in your wanted list. I just heard him and his associates talking about capturing someone in the abandoned warehouse down the Founders Street near the docks. Yes, I am sure it was him, he had an eyepatch and one of the men called him by name. You're welcome" Miles ended the call, broke the phone in half, removed the battery and crushed the card.
"You know Kurt, where is that bastard?!" Volcana rose from her chair with a vengeance, a second away from bursting into flames.
"Kurt will be arrested by the FBI very soon, you don't need to bother yourself about him any longer"
"I want him dead" she hissed, her hands steaming.
"Kurt Baker was the head of a government sanctioned black ops project which failed monumentally, and if he talks a lot of high ranking officials will be in a heap of trouble. I can assure you, Kurt will be dead before he appears in front of a judge" Miles said with such conviction Volcana slowly sat down.
"You should try the lobster and enjoy the show"
Three cars approached the warehouse soon, all black and nondescript, and men wearing fire retardant suits immediately rushed out, along with Kurt who was waiting outside.
Right on time, FBI vehicles rushed down both sides of the street, intent on cutting the renegade agent off. Hessler tried to find a way out, but nothing sort of running on foot would save him, and so he started running.
The FBI surrounded the area really quickly, and seeing as they were outnumbered and outgunned, Kurt's men surrendered.
Two agents rushed after Kurt while the rest cuffed the prisoners, and moved inside the warehouse to check it out, coming out with the team sent to capture Volcana.
Kurt wasn't in top shape it seemed as the agents who went after him dragged the one eyed man to the car.
All in all, the FBI was very efficient and the agents were gone before anyone understood what happened.
"I wanted to kill him myself" Volcana muttered, taking a scoop of the oysters.
"Only thing that would achieve is you would be landing in prison and handing yourself to someone worse than Kurt" After all, people like Amanda Waller existed in this world.
"You think they can stop me?" She scoffed with a challenging tone.
"FBI? No, but Superman? He could swim in the sun and come out without so much as a single hair strand singed, you would stand no chance against him" Miles shook his head, and Volcana stood down, knowing it was true.
"Yet he didn't even come for them" The red headed would be villainess said.
"He isn't in the solar system right now" Miles mentioned off handedly, finishing his lobster.
"How do you know that?"
"Operating covertly when there is a man who can hear everything going around the city would have been impossible. So I gave him some valuable information and he is out there in a different star system, seeking the last remnants of his kind" Miles wiped his hands and mouth, satisfied with his food.
"You know Superman?" She sounded sceptical, knowing how secretive the Man of Steel was.
"We are friends, I even have him on speed dial" Miles said, calling the waiter for the check.
"So what is your offer exactly?" Matter of Superman was left aside in favour of money.
"I am in the dangerous business of information and I require protection. Specifically someone with powers who could take down large groups of armed personnel as well as other powered individuals" Miles explained himself, tipping the tired waitress generously enough for her eyes to widen.
He knew how hard it could be for college students like her.
"A bodyguard huh?" Volcana said. She could be a bodyguard.
"Indeed. I mean think about it, you could go and rob a bank right now, but Superman would send you to jail before you can spend even a single dollar of your ill gotten fortune. Alternatively, you can work for me and earn more money than you know what to do with" Miles made his pitch. It was actually something he considered before finding himself in Gotham, as to why the villains did not just use their powers or intelligence to earn money the legal way rather than try to rob a bank.
Besides the usual lack of opportunities the majority of the people faced, it also had to do with the lack of common sense in comic books and cartoons.
"How much are you offering?" If the amount he already handed her was anything to go by, the man certainly didn't lack money.
"One million dollars a year, with another million as a bonus depending on your performance" It might sound excessive, but Miles fully intended to make use of her abilities.
"Does the briefcase you give me count?" Volcana hoped not.
"As I said, that was just for you to hear my offer. If you agree I will give you another as your first paycheck"
"Damn, you must be rich to hand out that much money" She whistled, impressed.
"Rich enough. So what do you say, Volcana, or should I call you Claire?" Miles held out his hand.
"Either is fine, boss" She took it.
"Wonderfull, now let's head to the bank"
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Waiting for his number to light up was annoying, but Claire didn't have a bank account, in fact, she didn't have an ID, so here he sat on the comfy chair the bank had with Volcana next to him, reading a magazine.
"Everybody on the ground now!" A voice shouted from the door as three armed men in ski masks entered the bank, carrying heavy weaponry. One of them slammed the stock of his LMG on the guard's face and took his gun, and chaos erupted.
Everyone but Miles and Volcana screamed and laid themselves on the ground, trembling with fear clear in their eyes. But they also had hope that Superman would come and save them.
If only he wasn't in a whole different star system.
"You have got to be kidding me" Miles put his hands over his eyes, sighing.
Bank robberies, the bread and butter of the villains and in his opinion one of the least profitable businesses out there, as most ended up in jail without spending a single dollar.
"I said get on the ground, do you think I am joking?!" one of the robbers shouted, pointing his gun at Miles.
"Don't kill them" He told and watched as his new bodyguard blasted the attacker with an exploding fireball, sending him crashing to the wall and turned her attention to the two other attackers and was faster on the draw, blasting both with fireballs as well.
Amateurs.
He got up and nudged the weapons away from the criminals with his foot, while the occupants of the room got up slowly and began to cheer for their savior, some even taking photos.
"Congratulations, you are a hero now"
Volcana looked like a fish out of water.
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Fortunately, it wasn't all bad, as the bank and the people in line agreed to let him go first as a gesture of their gratitude to the woman they perceived as a hero.
He withdrew the money, and left, just in time for cops to come and take the criminals away.
"I didn't expect you to be a softy" She commented, examining the money. Not to count it, but to marvel at the amount she held in her hands.
"Softy?" He gave her a side eyed glance.
"Yes, isn't that why you didn't want me to kill them?" Volcana asked, puzzled. If he was friends with Superman, the biggest softy of all, he should be one too.
"My dear, here is a piece of advice for you, free of charge. Burning three people alive, armed or not, in broad daylight with a room full of witnesses and cameras is a terrible idea" He said with a straight tone.
God, did people in this world lack common sense.
"Wouldn't it be self-defense?" She asked, realizing he was right. No need to go to jail when she just earned two million dollars.
"It would be, I suppose, but Superman and the rest of the Justice League frowns upon killing, and that would land me in trouble with them" Miles said. He had no trouble killing someone for crossing him, but in a world with a detective like Batman, mind readers, objects that could make you confess the truth, people conversing with the spirits of the dead, and a myriad of superpowers that could expose him killing someone existed, it wouldn't be worth it.
Didn't mean he couldn't send them to the Phantom Zone, or lock them up somewhere with no possibility of escape.
"You just don't want your friends to hate you" She said with a mocking tone.
"Those friends are necessary to stop this world from becoming a toy in the hands of cosmic monsters and dark gods, so yes" He could trade barbs with her, but no need to break the fragile trust she had.
"No killing then?" she said after a couple of minutes, stunned at his proclamation.
"Don't worry, dangerous individuals will die, but not by our hand" He said, calling a cab.
"Whose?" Was he just going to use other people for his dirt work and absolve himself off the crime?
"Governments of course"
"Government? I wouldn't trust the government for anything" They had taken her life away, stuck her in a room where she was trained to be a living weapon everyday. If he was working for them, millions or not she would kill him.
"Neither do I trust a government whose president I didn't personally put on the White House" He gave her a look that told Volcana she wasn't as scary as she thought.
"Go on" She actually was intrigued by his words.
"Simple really, we won't kill, not unless it is unavoidable, but we will change the laws to ensure dangerous individuals like Joker or Lex Luthor will face the death penalty for the sake of public safety. We get to keep our hands clean, and they will still die, but it will take time to put my own men in the positions of power necessary to change the justice system so fundamentally "
It was a long but doable plan, a president who would see things his way in the White House, as a friend of his.
"You don't do small, do you?" She snorted, almost bursting to laughter.
"No, I don't"
They got on the cab, driving to a hotel.
If you enjoy my stories you can read advanced chapters in my patreon page
Commander Shepard, The Greatest to Ever Live, a Mass Effect story where Shepard is greater than ever,
Geek's Guide to Thriving in a Low End Fantasy World a Robert Baratheon OC SI in an AU,
Her Eternal Excellency, a Genshin Impact and ASOIAF crossover, Raiden Ei Reborn as Argella Durrandon,
and DCU:Blacklist, a Raymond Reddington inspired OC SI using his knowledge for his own advantage, as well as the rest of the world
All stories are five chapters ahead.
Thank you in advance.
Gotham
Meeting Nora Fries has been an experience to say the least.
Sweet, kind, caring and sincere, it was no surprise Victor would go so far for her.
"Victor told me he will be working for you now?"
"Yes, your husband has an extremely keen mind for medicine, as well as cryotechnology. I intend to have him work on treatments for incurable diseases as well as cancer, and use his technology to combat climate change" While they weren't very lucrative businesses, they would earn him something far more valuable.
Reputation.
"Speaking of, when will I start working?" Victor asked, not out of a desire to work, but to spend more time with his wife.
"It will take some time I am afraid, I have yet to set up a company. I will inform you as soon as possible" He would need to find a person capable of building a company from the ground first, of course.
"Yes, understood" Victor nodded, leaning closer to his wife.
"Now, while I would love to stay and chat, I have an appointment in Metropolis" It was best to give the lovebirds some space and time.
"Thank you again, Mr. Beckett. I can't tell you how grateful I am" Nora thanked, and the couple saw him off.
"Don't mention it Mrs.Nora. I am just glad to be of assistance"
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Metropolis
Superman, it turns out, already busted the Project Firestorm, and Claire was in the wind. He had no idea how to find her, other than she would be robbing a yacht club, but he wagered her fencer, Donnie, would be easier to locate, provided she had already contacted him.
Before that though, steps would have to be taken to deal with Agent Kurt, permanently. Fortunately, he was on the FBI's wanted list.
He found an abandoned warehouse, wrote down the address, and bought a burner phone.
Finding Donnie was simple, just a small payment was enough for the location.
"Welcome to Donnie's Antique Store, how can I help you?" Blond, laidback man said, leaning back on his chair.
"Does the name Volcana or Claire Selton mean anything to you, Donnie?" Miles asked, moving to sit on the empty chair.
From the way his smile fell, Miles could say it did.
"Look" he began, clearly intent on denying.
Miles ignored him and dropped twenty thousand dollars on his desk.
"I am aware she is set on robbing a yacht club, and I am also aware nautical memorabilia is hard to sell on the market. So why don't you make things profitable yourself, and tell me where she is?" Miles said, dropping another twenty grand on the table.
"Let me write down the address" The fencer took a pen and paper, writing down the address of Volcana's target. He knew that rich people who could drop money like that only did first before resorting to more painful means.
He had enough scars to know it wasn't worth it.
"Good. Now some renegade government agents after Volcana will be here to threaten you. I want you to give them this address for your own sake"
----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Miles sat on a bench, waiting for the fiery woman to arrive, and enjoying the scenery. It wasn't long before a woman covering herself was walking towards the yacht and Miles moved.
"Miss Claire" He called out, stopping the woman in her tracks.
"Who?" She said, playing the fool, lowering her sunglasses just a bit to take a clear look at him.
"Perhaps you would prefer Volcana?" She twitched, assuming he was a government agent sent after her.
"What do you want?" She turned, pulling her hands out of her pockets, ready to torch him no doubt.
"Miles Beckett, I am here with a job offer you" He said, ignoring her hostile attitude.
"A job offer?" She asked confused.
"Yes, much more lucrative than robbing memorabilia, I mean you would be hard pressed to find a buyer for nautical items, much less one willing to obtain them illegally" Mention of her heist plan threw her off her game.
"You know?" She took on an even more guarded stance now, ready to fight or flight.
"Knowing things is my business, now, are you interested in hearing my offer or not?"
"Why should I trust you?" She had no reason to trust anyone after all.
"Here is one million reasons for you" Miles opened the briefcase, showing her the Benjamins.
"What offer?" She asked, stopping a moment to check if they were real and reached out for the case. Miles handed it to her without a fight.
To her, someone willing to give this much money like that was worth hearing.
"Perhaps we should speak in a less conspicuous place over lunch? My treat"
"Lead the way, rich boy" She said, one hand holding the briefcase, the other ready to attack should it be necessary.
----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Sitting in a small restaurant watching over the abandoned warehouse, Miles ordered half the menu and as the table was slowly filled, he took out his phone.
"Hello? I am calling regarding Kurt Baker, the one in your wanted list. I just heard him and his associates talking about capturing someone in the abandoned warehouse down the Founders Street near the docks. Yes, I am sure it was him, he had an eyepatch and one of the men called him by name. You're welcome" Miles ended the call, broke the phone in half, removed the battery and crushed the card.
"You know Kurt, where is that bastard?!" Volcana rose from her chair with a vengeance, a second away from bursting into flames.
"Kurt will be arrested by the FBI very soon, you don't need to bother yourself about him any longer"
"I want him dead" she hissed, her hands steaming.
"Kurt Baker was the head of a government sanctioned black ops project which failed monumentally, and if he talks a lot of high ranking officials will be in a heap of trouble. I can assure you, Kurt will be dead before he appears in front of a judge" Miles said with such conviction Volcana slowly sat down.
"You should try the lobster and enjoy the show"
Three cars approached the warehouse soon, all black and nondescript, and men wearing fire retardant suits immediately rushed out, along with Kurt who was waiting outside.
Right on time, FBI vehicles rushed down both sides of the street, intent on cutting the renegade agent off. Hessler tried to find a way out, but nothing sort of running on foot would save him, and so he started running.
The FBI surrounded the area really quickly, and seeing as they were outnumbered and outgunned, Kurt's men surrendered.
Two agents rushed after Kurt while the rest cuffed the prisoners, and moved inside the warehouse to check it out, coming out with the team sent to capture Volcana.
Kurt wasn't in top shape it seemed as the agents who went after him dragged the one eyed man to the car.
All in all, the FBI was very efficient and the agents were gone before anyone understood what happened.
"I wanted to kill him myself" Volcana muttered, taking a scoop of the oysters.
"Only thing that would achieve is you would be landing in prison and handing yourself to someone worse than Kurt" After all, people like Amanda Waller existed in this world.
"You think they can stop me?" She scoffed with a challenging tone.
"FBI? No, but Superman? He could swim in the sun and come out without so much as a single hair strand singed, you would stand no chance against him" Miles shook his head, and Volcana stood down, knowing it was true.
"Yet he didn't even come for them" The red headed would be villainess said.
"He isn't in the solar system right now" Miles mentioned off handedly, finishing his lobster.
"How do you know that?"
"Operating covertly when there is a man who can hear everything going around the city would have been impossible. So I gave him some valuable information and he is out there in a different star system, seeking the last remnants of his kind" Miles wiped his hands and mouth, satisfied with his food.
"You know Superman?" She sounded sceptical, knowing how secretive the Man of Steel was.
"We are friends, I even have him on speed dial" Miles said, calling the waiter for the check.
"So what is your offer exactly?" Matter of Superman was left aside in favour of money.
"I am in the dangerous business of information and I require protection. Specifically someone with powers who could take down large groups of armed personnel as well as other powered individuals" Miles explained himself, tipping the tired waitress generously enough for her eyes to widen.
He knew how hard it could be for college students like her.
"A bodyguard huh?" Volcana said. She could be a bodyguard.
"Indeed. I mean think about it, you could go and rob a bank right now, but Superman would send you to jail before you can spend even a single dollar of your ill gotten fortune. Alternatively, you can work for me and earn more money than you know what to do with" Miles made his pitch. It was actually something he considered before finding himself in Gotham, as to why the villains did not just use their powers or intelligence to earn money the legal way rather than try to rob a bank.
Besides the usual lack of opportunities the majority of the people faced, it also had to do with the lack of common sense in comic books and cartoons.
"How much are you offering?" If the amount he already handed her was anything to go by, the man certainly didn't lack money.
"One million dollars a year, with another million as a bonus depending on your performance" It might sound excessive, but Miles fully intended to make use of her abilities.
"Does the briefcase you give me count?" Volcana hoped not.
"As I said, that was just for you to hear my offer. If you agree I will give you another as your first paycheck"
"Damn, you must be rich to hand out that much money" She whistled, impressed.
"Rich enough. So what do you say, Volcana, or should I call you Claire?" Miles held out his hand.
"Either is fine, boss" She took it.
"Wonderfull, now let's head to the bank"
----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Waiting for his number to light up was annoying, but Claire didn't have a bank account, in fact, she didn't have an ID, so here he sat on the comfy chair the bank had with Volcana next to him, reading a magazine.
"Everybody on the ground now!" A voice shouted from the door as three armed men in ski masks entered the bank, carrying heavy weaponry. One of them slammed the stock of his LMG on the guard's face and took his gun, and chaos erupted.
Everyone but Miles and Volcana screamed and laid themselves on the ground, trembling with fear clear in their eyes. But they also had hope that Superman would come and save them.
If only he wasn't in a whole different star system.
"You have got to be kidding me" Miles put his hands over his eyes, sighing.
Bank robberies, the bread and butter of the villains and in his opinion one of the least profitable businesses out there, as most ended up in jail without spending a single dollar.
"I said get on the ground, do you think I am joking?!" one of the robbers shouted, pointing his gun at Miles.
"Don't kill them" He told and watched as his new bodyguard blasted the attacker with an exploding fireball, sending him crashing to the wall and turned her attention to the two other attackers and was faster on the draw, blasting both with fireballs as well.
Amateurs.
He got up and nudged the weapons away from the criminals with his foot, while the occupants of the room got up slowly and began to cheer for their savior, some even taking photos.
"Congratulations, you are a hero now"
Volcana looked like a fish out of water.
----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Fortunately, it wasn't all bad, as the bank and the people in line agreed to let him go first as a gesture of their gratitude to the woman they perceived as a hero.
He withdrew the money, and left, just in time for cops to come and take the criminals away.
"I didn't expect you to be a softy" She commented, examining the money. Not to count it, but to marvel at the amount she held in her hands.
"Softy?" He gave her a side eyed glance.
"Yes, isn't that why you didn't want me to kill them?" Volcana asked, puzzled. If he was friends with Superman, the biggest softy of all, he should be one too.
"My dear, here is a piece of advice for you, free of charge. Burning three people alive, armed or not, in broad daylight with a room full of witnesses and cameras is a terrible idea" He said with a straight tone.
God, did people in this world lack common sense.
"Wouldn't it be self-defense?" She asked, realizing he was right. No need to go to jail when she just earned two million dollars.
"It would be, I suppose, but Superman and the rest of the Justice League frowns upon killing, and that would land me in trouble with them" Miles said. He had no trouble killing someone for crossing him, but in a world with a detective like Batman, mind readers, objects that could make you confess the truth, people conversing with the spirits of the dead, and a myriad of superpowers that could expose him killing someone existed, it wouldn't be worth it.
Didn't mean he couldn't send them to the Phantom Zone, or lock them up somewhere with no possibility of escape.
"You just don't want your friends to hate you" She said with a mocking tone.
"Those friends are necessary to stop this world from becoming a toy in the hands of cosmic monsters and dark gods, so yes" He could trade barbs with her, but no need to break the fragile trust she had.
"No killing then?" she said after a couple of minutes, stunned at his proclamation.
"Don't worry, dangerous individuals will die, but not by our hand" He said, calling a cab.
"Whose?" Was he just going to use other people for his dirt work and absolve himself off the crime?
"Governments of course"
"Government? I wouldn't trust the government for anything" They had taken her life away, stuck her in a room where she was trained to be a living weapon everyday. If he was working for them, millions or not she would kill him.
"Neither do I trust a government whose president I didn't personally put on the White House" He gave her a look that told Volcana she wasn't as scary as she thought.
"Go on" She actually was intrigued by his words.
"Simple really, we won't kill, not unless it is unavoidable, but we will change the laws to ensure dangerous individuals like Joker or Lex Luthor will face the death penalty for the sake of public safety. We get to keep our hands clean, and they will still die, but it will take time to put my own men in the positions of power necessary to change the justice system so fundamentally "
It was a long but doable plan, a president who would see things his way in the White House, as a friend of his.
"You don't do small, do you?" She snorted, almost bursting to laughter.
"No, I don't"
They got on the cab, driving to a hotel.
Supplemental - Observation Log
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Samael61
Getting sticky.
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" My research, in the short time I have been in this world so far, showed me that the timeline in this world is a mess.
There is no Supergirl, and Superman hasn't met Darkseid yet, but Queen Maxima did apparently pay a visit to Earth to find a mate several weeks before the founding of the Justice League.
There was no intergang attack on Metropolis Gold Exchange, but Mr. Mxyzptlk did appear to torment Superman for his own amusement.
Which makes me curious what the Dark God of Apokalyps is doing, since he has yet to set his sights on Earth.
So this world, as far as I figured out, was a fusion of the Superman: The Animated Series and the Justice League cartoon.
This makes me question the accuracy of my knowledge, but Joe Chill was a spot on, and the events of the Justice League seem to be progressing as expected.
I claimed to be an information broker, because I honestly had no idea how to tell living, breathing, real people that they were merely cartoons in my world, meant to amuse the masses for profit.
How would one react to this? With disbelief? or perhaps anger? maybe they won't even be able to comprehend my words due to some meta effect?
Nonetheless I will build an information network, as the events of the future are bound to change due to my intervention.
For now, acquiring capital is my first order of business, after I find a bodyguard. Fortunately, Superman has yet to meet Volcana again, and her pyrokinetic abilities would be perfect"
There is no Supergirl, and Superman hasn't met Darkseid yet, but Queen Maxima did apparently pay a visit to Earth to find a mate several weeks before the founding of the Justice League.
There was no intergang attack on Metropolis Gold Exchange, but Mr. Mxyzptlk did appear to torment Superman for his own amusement.
Which makes me curious what the Dark God of Apokalyps is doing, since he has yet to set his sights on Earth.
So this world, as far as I figured out, was a fusion of the Superman: The Animated Series and the Justice League cartoon.
This makes me question the accuracy of my knowledge, but Joe Chill was a spot on, and the events of the Justice League seem to be progressing as expected.
I claimed to be an information broker, because I honestly had no idea how to tell living, breathing, real people that they were merely cartoons in my world, meant to amuse the masses for profit.
How would one react to this? With disbelief? or perhaps anger? maybe they won't even be able to comprehend my words due to some meta effect?
Nonetheless I will build an information network, as the events of the future are bound to change due to my intervention.
For now, acquiring capital is my first order of business, after I find a bodyguard. Fortunately, Superman has yet to meet Volcana again, and her pyrokinetic abilities would be perfect"
Raphiel
I trust you know where the happy button is?
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Harder said than done. Batman has probably done a lot to prevent government corruption, especially whatwith the light keeping Joker alive for some inane reason, and he couldn't make a dent. That's not even due to his own bias of killing, he still treats police personnel, self defence murderers, soldiers, etc the same despite them killing. He just legitimately cannot combat them politically due to their power and well hidden operations.
KingSebast
Not too sore, are you?
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MC needs to get some mind and soul protection
Lillie Jones
Well worn.
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Volcana no time no see since Superman animated series.
Saving Nora and Claire aka Volcana,which she was underutilized character on the Superman series, guessing now with miles in the mix she's to be a Reserve JL leaguer and legal revenge on people who made her by miles statements with worse punishment than death, probably a few deaths.
But we're not keeping count are now. mind and soul protection are needed .
Continue on
Cheers!
Saving Nora and Claire aka Volcana,which she was underutilized character on the Superman series, guessing now with miles in the mix she's to be a Reserve JL leaguer and legal revenge on people who made her by miles statements with worse punishment than death, probably a few deaths.
But we're not keeping count are now. mind and soul protection are needed .
Continue on
Cheers!