[Slade Wilson's POV]

The nefarious figure cloaked in the mask of a skull had finally crossed a line that would bring upon him the wrath of an insidious force – Ghost. It mattered little that Black Mask had been causing trouble throughout the dark alleys of Gotham; to Ghost, he was but an attention-seeking child, recklessly playing with fire.

Ghost, a name whispered in hushed tones among the shadows of the criminal underworld, had connections that stretched deep into the heart of crime. Yet, he had chosen to remain ignorant of Black Mask's existence, for there was nothing the latter could offer that could pique Ghost's interests.

However, Black Mask's latest transgressions had been his gravest folly. He had desecrated Ghost's territory, causing untold damage to warehouses that held valuable goods meant for his clandestine partners. Ghost did not tolerate such affronts to his business, and those associated with Black Mask were about to pay a steep price for his recklessness.

I attempted to contact Ghost, an act that usually garnered an immediate response, but this time there was only silence. It was unusual, but I knew better than to doubt Ghost's intentions. He must have been preoccupied with something in need of his attention. All I could do now was prepare for the inevitable – a massacre. Black Mask and his loyalists would pay their debts with their lives.

How could anyone be so foolish as to provoke a crime lord known for his ruthless pursuit of unpaid dues? Black Mask had sealed his fate, for the only currency that could settle this debt was the utter annihilation of the offender.

As I reminisced about my time working with Ghost, it became apparent that we shared more in common than one might think. Both of us harbored an indifference towards fame, valuing only the currency of power and wealth. Ghost was a meticulous planner, foreseeing an entire operation before its commencement, and with flawless executions– a trait I occasionally faltered in due to unforeseen interruptions from pesky heroes.

It was reminiscent of my days with Robin, during his leadership of the Teen Titans. But in this sinister alliance, it wasn't camaraderie that bound us; it was the shared pleasure derived from instilling terror into the hearts of our prey. We reveled in making them perceive us as the very embodiment of malevolence itself.

The tension in the air grew palpable as I readied my iconic Deathstroke mask. This clash would be a symphony of violence, a crescendo of chaos, and the crescendo would reach its peak when Ghost descended his wrath upon Black Mask and his pitiful gang.

For it is my duty as a member of the Outlaws, to see to it that Black Mask gets what's coming for him, without my boss having to lift a finger on this matter. Now they would bear the consequences of their folly

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[Tom Hendricks POV]

You thought I wasn't going to proceed with fucking such a good pussy which was right in front of me and with my dick out already, just because of some bad news?

Nah…You thought wrong fellas. I thrusted half the length of my cock into Raven's wet pussy and slowly pulled out then continued as I gave her a slow fuck, then I slowly increased my pace.

A low life thug like Black Mask wasn't worth my time anyway, but after I am done with this pussy, I guess I just have to teach him a lesson. Maybe use him as a scapegoat in order to send a word of warning to others who have it in their minds to go against me.

I thrusted in the whole length and she gasped before letting out some more erotic moans, damn she's good. Then I placed my thumb on her clit as I kept fucking her, caressing it in circular motion and with my other hand slightly pinching and twisting on her nipples.

Her moans became louder as she couldn't hold it in any longer, a good sign for me. I closed her legs with my cock still inside her and hung them over my shoulder, as I leaned down, her knee was upon her chest then I gave deep and hard consecutive strokes.

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She was moaning like crazy until she started letting out occasional screams, her tight pussy was pulling me in and I was getting addicted to it, I needed to leave my trademark in that pussy, claiming it as mine.

So I pulled out, used my powers to flip her into all fours, spreading her butt cheeks and sliding into that pussy as I kept ramming her. I continued with deep strokes as I used my free hand to caress her clit in the process, giving her occasional spanks on her ass and I could tell she was close to orgasm. Mainly due to the way her pussy walls tightened against my cock.

I leaned to her ear and teasingly whispered in it while I continued fucking her. "You love the way I fuck you don't you?"

*Ye…Yes I do, baby. I doooo." She kept moaning as she had a hard time replying as the pleasure seemed to intensify.

We've been at it for over fifteen minutes now. I pulled on her hair as I kept thrusting my cock into her dripping wet pussy which was gripping onto it. Kept spanking her ass as I choked her from behind, I leaned in again and gave a teasing bite on her ear, one which made her melt upon the bed and into a collapsed doggy position.

In that position I kept ramming her G-spot. "Ba… Babe, I am gonna cum." The words I've been wanting to hear her say, I kept ramming my cock into her pussy without changing my pace. And with a few more strokes she had a massive orgasm.

The couch was drenched due to experiencing an intense orgasm which led to a lot of squirting, "that's my girl." I said to her as I watched her vibrate, her eyes closed as she shakes uncontrollably.

I hadn't cummed yet and my cock was as hard as a metal rod, if we had gone a little longer we both would have cummed together. "Now you have to make it up to me, get on your knees. I assume you know what I mean."

Rachel understood the assignment. She managed to open her eyes as she slowly slid from the couch and unto the floor, got on her knees and took my cock in her mouth, stuffing it in as she started to suck me.

The feeling was divine, the calm air was filled with a gagging sound as she choked on my cock while stroking it at the same time. I held her by her head and fucked her throat, she deep throated me like a real throat demon, sucked on my balls as she jerked my cock for a while before taking the whole thing down her throat.

After a while I could literally feel myself getting really close, I held on to the back of her head and rammed her throat, tears flowed from her eyes as a result. Not due to pain but as a result of the gaging.

Before long, I pulled out and nutted on her face, then put my cock back in her mouth and let out the rest of it. It was a whole lot of load, she looked me in the eyes as she gulped, swallowing my cum. "Good girl." I complimented her with a smirk as I gave gentle tap on her head.

Rachel looked up at me and responded with a cute smile before leaving for the bathroom. I had to take things easy that night without bothering myself with the commotion that was going on in the country and in Gotham that moment.

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[Mercy Graves POV]

In the dimly lit, high-tech sanctum of Lex Luthor's office, Mercy Graves, the unflinching enforcer, strode confidently towards her employer's imposing desk. The room was a portrait of calculated power, bathed in the eerie, ambient glow of holographic displays that depicted various cityscapes and intricate schematics. Lex, the mastermind of countless nefarious plots, appeared engrossed in his work, meticulously organizing files before him.

With a touch of intrigue in her voice, Mercy ventured, "Why the sudden change of plan?"

Lex, a man of unrivaled intellect and cunning, raised an eyebrow but played coy. "Whatever do you mean? You need to be quite specific, my dear."

Her gaze unwavering, Mercy voiced the concerns that danced behind her eyes, "You formed an alliance with Gorilla Grodd, now you've sent men after him to keep him in confinement."

A wry smile curled at the corner of Lex's lips, a testament to his ruthlessness. "Oh, that. I heard a surprise attack was made on him by some members of the Young Justice team. If they had succeeded, they would have been able to neutralize our psychic link." He rose from his chair, striding to the expansive window that overlooked the sprawling city below.

"It was best I captured him for myself before the heroes got lucky enough to apprehend him, ruining my scheme in the process. I merely made subtle changes in the terms of our agreement, that's all."

Mercy's response was as composed as ever. "I see, sir."

But then, she surprised Lex by presenting a tablet with an ominous update. "I have a rather disappointing update."

An irritated furrow marred Lex's brow as he inquired, "What is it?"

Her voice carried a weight of impending trouble. "It's concerning the operation, 'Demon Child'."

Lex's curiosity was piqued. "What about it? I heard they had Rachel in custody, and the head scientist there was about to commence the process. What could have possibly gone wrong?"

As Lex directed his piercing gaze at her, Mercy delivered the unsettling news. "They failed to secure a sample for the cloning process. She was rescued from the research facility, and the extracted blood was completely disposed of."

Lex's anger flared, and he couldn't help but demand, "What? Who could possibly have done that?"

Mercy's response was laced with a hint of unease. "It was done by the criminal with the highest bounty, sir. Ace the Tyrant."

Lex's mind raced with thoughts of this unexpected obstacle. "Ace, that miscreant just slowed down the process, but he can't stop what's coming. No one can. Rachel possesses incredible psychic prowess, so this device might not work on her."

He gestured at the enigmatic psychic device on his desk, its insidious potential concealed beneath a veneer of sinister elegance. "Magic is the only weakness most superheroes have. They can defend against tech or meta-powers, but are often susceptible to magic. I aimed to harness the power of Trigon from her, or use her genetic marker to clone her, creating my personal and magical weapon where tech is ineffective."

Mercy, ever the voice of reason, dared to voice the obvious concern. "Tampering with the power of Trigon could be very delicate and with disastrous consequences."

A subtle, chilling smile played on Lex's lips as he contemplated the grandiose plan. "I know. Anyway, we must move forward with the other plans which have already been set into motion."

"Yes, sir," Mercy replied, her loyalty unwavering, before elegantly exiting his office, leaving Lex to his diabolical designs. The room exuded a palpable tension, a battle of wits and wills in the shadows of a country that had yet to grasp the extent of their peril.