(General P.O.V)

What followed next was brutal and slow.

"Stay...stay back! I'm warning you!"

Maxwell Lord screamed, looking for salvation but finding none.

Chase growled, prowling towards the frightened man. He felt an excitement he hadn't felt before. Excitement over an hunt.

A long tongue licked his sharp teeth. Lord's body quaked in fear.

It couldn't end like this. It can't! There was only one thing he could do! They had forced his hand.

He activated his meta abilities.

The agents in the room went ramrod stiff, then as one, they stood up, bodies jerking as Lord dove into their minds.

He would use them as bait for the monster as he begun to upload his consciousness to...

That plan immediately fell apart when the numerous strings waving in the air next to Davian, weaved through the room, ensnaring each of the agents and restricting their movements.

"No!"

Lord muttered, realizing his situation was less than ideal.

"Brother Eye! Initiate full integration proc..."

His rushed words were cut off as a massive paw swatted him to the wall.

"You talk too much!"

Chase said in distaste.

Then he pounced on Lord, sharp claws carving a slash across his chest. Lord cried out, grabbing a small pistol from his ankle.

A bullet sailed out, bouncing off Chase's fur.

"That tickled."

The Cheshire Cat snorted, a malicious smile spreading across his face.

"My turn, little rat."

The smile sent shivers across Lord's eyes. He screamed as he emptied the entire magazine on it's face...and nothing happened! What now? he was out of bullets.

"Would you stop playing with your food?"

Davian asked from the back.

The cat's eyes glowed as it pulled it's enormous head towards Lord.

"Gladly."

Blood started spraying. Lord started screaming.

Davian looked around. Turning his attention away from the disturbing scene. The agents were all incapacitated, forced to watch as their leader was turned into strips of flesh.

Maybe the similarities between a Soul Reaper and their Zanpakuto were more than he thought, because Chase was just as unforgiving and vindictive as Davian was.

Lord's biggest mistake however was that he was at the wrong place at the wrong time. He was convenient to reduce stress.

Killing people was not normally how Davian relieved his stress but again...the relationship between a Soul reaper and his Zanpakuto caused a few things to bleed over.

Chase' bestial nature had made him a little bit more bloodthirsty than he was before. The scene before him didn't bother him as much.

Taking into account he was never a good guy on the first place...that wasn't exactly a good thing.

Still...he couldn't afford to show his enemies mercy. This world didn't allow it.

Letting Chase loose on Lord was to make an example. He was sure Leviathan would get a footage of the scene.

Infact he hoped they would, which is why he wasn't planning on destroying the craft.

And because he knew there were cameras around, he stepped closer to one.

Davian put his hands in his pockets, staring up at the camera without saying anything.

Audible were the screams of a man.

Behind him Chase was shredding apart his victim.

Blood was already spreading across the metal floor, managing to reach the back of Davian's boots.

Davian said nothing. Up until Lord's screams ended.

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Then he spoke, his tone deadly serious.

"This is my first and last warning. I don't give a fuck about Vendettas, so if you feel the need to come after me for what I've done here today, you're free to do so."

His hair fell over his eyes, casting a shadow on his upper face.

"Understand however, that you will forfeit your life. Leave me the fuck alone, Talia, Leviathan whoever you are. Test me again and I will kill you earlier than I had planned."

Then he turned around, and walked out of view.

"You done?"

Davian enquired from his Zanpakuto, playing with Lord's hand like a toy.

The spirit lazily stretched it's limbs, looking more like a house cat than it's beastial form indicated.

Chase spat out the hand.

"Yuck. It tastes like processed milk."

He complained, walking over to Davian who shook his head.

"Back in you go, don't want you spooking the good folk of Gotham City."

The silver haired man said, flexing his energy and unravelling Chase' form into thousands of purple strings.

'How did he even know how milk tasted?'

Davian shook his head, electing to chalk it up to more of his Zanpakuto's weirdness.

Then he retracted the strings around each of the agents. The men looked at him cautiously. Some hurled out their stomach's content upon seeing Lord's state.

"Okay. Here's the deal. You fuckers are lucky, I need to send a message. Next time you come at me though..."

He pointed at Lord's corpse.

"Expect that to be you."

The way they shivered brought a smile to his face. It wasn't over, Davian knew that. But they had started this. And when it came down to it, Davian had less mercy to give out.

No one stopped him as he sheathed his Zanpakuto and then jumped through the hole on the floor with a brief salute.

"Sayonara."

(A few days later)

The Crystal Scene was a small but highly exclusive restaurant that had been part of Metropolis since the 80's.

It was stuck in between two buildings on the busiest part of the city, making it an ideal spot for the rich and powerful to meet and discuss business.

Waller dabbed the corners of her mouth, as she pushed the plate with the remains of her steak away.

"Tell me why I shouldn't have you carted away this instant?"

She growled at the woman occupying the seat on the other side of the table.

The woman crossed her legs.

"You could try but are you fine with the bloodshed that might follow?"

She asked with a smirk.

Waller growled again, grabbing her glass of wine and taking two large gulps. Then she snapped her fingers.

Every single customer in the restaurant stood up, aiming weapons at Talia. The soldiers had Argus Logos imprinted on the side of their chests.

"You colluded with a traitor to perform terroristic activities in US soil. I came here... hoping for a resolution but prepared for a bloodshed."

Waller leaned back.

"Your move."

She added.

Talia blinked.

"Traitor? That's the official story?"

She raised her eyebrows.

"We both know Maxwell Lord had friends...friends in high places. Friends who would look away when he did something that might benefit them. Maybe even the same friends who promoted you to take over from him, knowing something you don't."

Talia's statement caused Waller to frown.

The former then reached into her grey coat. Everyone tensed.

Hugo Strange raised a hand and the agents behind him and Waller calmed down.

Talia withdrew a pad, then pushed the device across the table.

Waller looked down and watched as a video begun playing. Immediately a stone cold expression took over her face. She gripped the edges of the device tight.

Him.

Davian Mabuz. A prime candidate to what would have been the best Task Force X line up she had ever cooked up. All dedicated to one sole purpose. Getting rid of the monsters and gods of the world.

The same man had cost her a lot of resources and man power.

The video ended and the lingering taste of wine in her mouth immediately turned sour. The higher ups had seen it fit to dump Argus under her without even being truthful about what had happened to Maxwell Lord. Now she knew.

Waller looked up.

"Let's talk."

(Davian's P.O.V)

"No, I'm only saying that if Superman really wanted it, he could cure so many diseases, eradicate world hunger by using Kryptonian methods to increase food production and make strides in tech. Imagine safe Spatial Exploration. Humanity could literally spread to the stars as early as now."

I told the stupid cat as calmly as I could.

Chase and I were arguing.

"Why bother? For someone with that much power, humanity should be happy he hasn't tried to impose his own views and morals on the world."

He countered.

We were on a roof( what's up with me and roofs?) Overlooking the Iceberg Lounge. This was day 2 of the stake out. I might have been really powerful but waltzing into Penguin's office without a plan was a dumb idea.

There was a reason why a short, fat criminal with a long nose like him had survived in Gotham with all the crazies running around.

I had a feeling he loved it when someone underestimated him. I wouldn't. Tonight I was finally going to break in so we could have us a conversation. I already knew the shift changes, how many men he had and using my strings, where his office was.

It was late evening and Gotham seemed to have gone back to it's hedonistic ways.

The street was jam packed with scantily dressed girls and Patrons pulling up to the entrance of the establishment.

"And I'm sure you think that's enough? Not imposing your views on a world that is slowly going to shit just to make the general populace comfortable with your presence."

I replied, reaching out to the opened pizza box from Luigi's and grabbing a slice.

It was a sad way to live. Which is why the League was less than effective. Which is why they wouldn't kill someone like the Joker or even advocate for his permanent incarceration.

"The system is flawed. Has been, will be. It's in the nature of the human spirit to seek freedom and control. Subvert that; even for their own good, and you have protest, uprisings, rebellions."

He told me.

"Oh that annoying guy is back."

Chase added.

The guy he was talking about was of course the spirit that seemed to follow me around, always keeping a distance from my Reikaku's range.

Smart.

But not that smart as Chase could still sense him. I still had no idea how he did that and everytime I asked him he just said, 'figure it out yourself. You need to train anyway.'

It was maddening.

The spirit had not approached me after the whole Argus debacle two days prior. He seemed more... cautious.

I had a suspicion he'd seen or felt what Chase had done to Lord and wisely chose to stay away but not too far to lose sight of me.

So he'd followed me to the Iceberg Lounge when I went to scout out the place, and then back to my temporary home, the junkyard.

I couldn't use the storage compartment Raven and I had camped out because Artemis had known it's location.

On the Leviathan and Argus front, I was anticipating an attack soon. It wasn't like I was trying to hide anyway. Any moment now, Ninjas dressed in all black and holding sharp weapons would jump out of...

"Hiya Copkiller?!"

A voice said as someone flew into my range.

Oh come on...I got to my feet, a sigh escaping me.

I wasn't serious Murphy's law!

Secondly, how the fuck was Harley Quinn flying?

"I have a guy in my head who wants to have a chat."

She gleefully said, landing on the rooftop and then slamming into me in a hug.

Of course, the spirit.

"Harley...get off."

I told her, annoyed.

"Nope. I missed you!"