DC: I am Dr Doom

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"That wasn't what I was thinking, but remind me to build you a weapon later." I answered as I took my first step out of the elevator. "Something elegant and classy. Not something as barbaric as the common pistol."

"That's fine with my lover, now let's go get our Harley back," Ivy replied with a small smile.

Ignoring the goons, I felt Harley around a corner matching my smartwatch's information.

Doing a small head bob in confirmation, I raised my axe. Feeling the power swell, I slammed it forward in the air, concentrating on the feeling I felt. What happened next was that a wave of frozen force blasted down the passage freezing all those before me. Some statues even had sonic cone trails from where their bullets were fired from.

Hearts slowed, and brain functions ceased as I walked forth down the hall of silence.

Ivy did a soft whistle behind me, but I ignored her to keep myself alert to my surroundings. There was nothing to be worried about, but that did not mean I should give up situational awareness.

The door that leads to where Harley was being kept was an odd mix of yellow with some green flaked rust around the edges. Ivy took up position behind me as I reached for the doorknob.

CLICK!

BOOOOM!

As I opened the door, some moron had fired an RPG at me in close quarters. The RPG detonated against my shield, but I had to act because Harley was also in that same room. Throwing my axe forward with an underhand swing. I wrapped the explosive forces within a cocoon of telekinetic force.

Forcing the explosion to shrink, I stepped into the room as I kept the spark alive in my hands. The vibrations of the explosion caused the forces to increase as I shrunk the cocoon down exponentially. The cocoon went from the size of a large car down to the size of a basketball. The forces that I held at bay were enough to level the entire building.

As I was dealing with this, my axe had gone to work. First, the chains that held Harley upside down to the roof were sliced apart. From there, Harley did a flip catching my axe, bringing two goons swiftly. Harvey Dent, I had held against the far wall while he watched Ivy join Harley in dismantling the rest of his goons.

I held the explosion as I walked up to Dent, ignoring the girls as they kissed and made up. I held up the explosive force in my hand, preparing to jam it into his body when I was stopped.

"Wait, don't kill him." Ivy yelled out as she rapidly moved to my side.

"Why?" I asked, looking at her as I held the destructive forces an inch from the clean side of Dent's face.

"Yeah, what the shit, Pammy?" Harley yelled out loud as she waved my ax around.

"Dent can be useful for our goal. He is one of the foremost lawyers around." Ivy said as she attempted to plead Dent's case.

"He can't be trusted," was my grunt of a reply.

"True, his pathological need to rely on his coin to make the decision between his multiple personalities make him an ever-changing problem." Harley supplied from the side.

That gave me an idea, an ever awful and wicked idea.

"You are correct in that we do need a lawyer, Pamela, but Harley was also correct." I said out loud as I handed Dent float down from the wall that I had him pinned against.

My face must have had more than some edge to it because I instantly noticed Harley's nipple hardened along with Ivy's.

"What do you plan to do with him?" Harley asked with a sadistic smile plastered on her face as she rested my bloody ax on her shoulder.

"Your soul is mine!"

With that said, I placed my own hand on Dent's forehead and forced my way inside.

Walls, white noise, and chaos greeted me as I looked over Dent's mind. I could see where he gained his other personalities as I noticed the large fissures in the man's mindscape. Gathering all before me, I swept it all aside.

I kept the childhood memories that made him who he was, his schooling, college days and everything leading up to today was filtered. Grinding the different personalities under my indomitable will, Using my Hands of God, I delved into the very essence of his soul and spirit, reshaping him into the ultimate embodiment of a ruthless lawyer—the kind the DC multiverse would never dare cross. I meticulously tailored his traits, amplifying his intelligence to unimaginable heights and granting him an eidetic memory to ensure nothing was ever forgotten or overlooked.

But I didn't stop at his mind; his body, soul, and spirit were refined to perfection. I transformed him into a living weapon of legal and physical prowess, endowing him with a baseline set of superhuman abilities comparable to a super-soldier. His enhanced physique came complete with high-speed regeneration, making him not only an indomitable force in the courtroom but also a formidable presence on the battlefield.

I kept the gangster ruthlessness and will to do whatever it took to see the job completed. Forcing my psionic energy into Dent's body healed the brain clot that was forming. Next, I oiled his joints and fixed the muscle tone before I started on the large scarring that covered most of the upper chest and back, with half of his face.

"Ewww!"

I heard the distant sound of Harley as I focused on removing dead flesh. In its place grew fresh skin covering over the muscle groups that showed themselves during my work. I did one last check to make sure that Dent would be alive for a very-very long time before I shoved him backwards as I released my hold.

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Bruce was nursing a cocktail at one of his trust bars thinking about a miscalculation that showed up. He was certain that the Joker was planning something and he would strike soon, Bruce just didn't know when and that was bugging him.

Grunting to himself, Bruce made a mental note to run the numbers once more before heading out to get information. A familiar scent drew him from his thoughts as he felt the presence get closer.

"What is it that you want Talia?" Bruce asked with his trademark playboy smile on his face.

"Ohh don't be like that." Talia Al Ghul replied with a sultry pout as she drew closer to Bruce. "I thought I would visit my beloved."

Bruce took a moment to look at her, the sway of her hips, the curve of her lips. The pinch at the corner of her eyes, there was far more to this than a simple visit, but he will play along, for now.

"Come, I believe you have not had any dinner this evening." Talia said with a smile as she intertwined her arm with Bruce's.

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Bar

The Overlook

Bruce Wayne, better known as BATMAN

Bruce thanked a waiter as he guided his unwanted companion towards an available table. Seated across from him on a high chair sat Talia Al Ghul. Talia was not only his ex-lover, but also Ras Al Ghul's daughter.

Placing his order for a dry martini, Bruce took his customary seat. There were two egress points he noted had larger than average people milling about.

So Talia had come prepared.

Looking at the other side, Bruce also noted another standing in the way to the emergency exit. Turning around, he used his trademark smile to then nod. Talia instantly returned with her own, and he understood that she knew that he knew.

With a smile on his face, Bruce allowed Talia to have her little victory. What he gave in return was silence, a silence that she would have to break if she wanted anything from him.

"Tell me, beloved, when was the last time you have faced the jester," Talia asked with a slight smile on the edge of her lips. "Words have made it to my father's ears that he has gone missing."

Now that had brought Bruce up short. He had known something was wrong, but he didn't know that it was so wrong that Ras would have to ask about the situation.

"I have some ideas," Bruce returned, not giving anything away but wanted to fish for more information.

"I see," Talia returned as she took her drink from the waiter. There was no way she was going to make it easy on Bruce.

Bruce looked at her and accepted that answer for what it was, a complete non-answer. From there they started up a little small talk, Bruce was trying to fish for more information while Talia was looking to pull Bruce into her own plans. Bruce gave away the second drink that he was nursing to keep a keep mind and not succumb to its influence. Bruce heard the clue he was looking for. Talia was in town to find the mind behind the revolutionary gamma radiation.

Bruce called it a night after that, checking his phone. Bruce noted that the night was still young. The other message that he noticed was that Alfred was already downstairs waiting on Bruce, it was disconcerting to know that Ras was after the person behind the gamma discovery. Yet, he did not know as of yet why such a person was also tied with the missing Joker.

This he would have to find out. And he knew just the right person that would know.

Alfred pulled the car out of the parking lot, with a press of a button. The windows of the vehicle darken, blocking the view from the outside. The panels of the sides opened, showing Bruce his gear. Bruce was dressed in his cowl in time for Alfred to drive under a bridge that had no cameras in the area. The top of his custom vehicle slides back, allowing him to shoot out a grappling hook into the underside of the bridge.

Bruce didn't look back at the car as Alfred kept on driving as if nothing changed. Turning towards the west side of Gotham, Bruce fired his grappling hook. There was a new diamond necklace arriving tonight, and that was the best place to find her.

It had taken Bruce all of half an hour to track her down. It would have been faster if he hadn't stopped mugging on his way. With one last leap with his grappling hook, Bruce was in place just in time to watch her open a window on top of the warehouse. Moving silently, Bruce made his way down to the warehouse below, finding a dark corner to wait on her return.

She didn't take long, and Bruce made a note to up her stealth and speed rating later in his systems. He watched her make her way back out with a bag in hand. With speed, he knew she would not be able to react; Bruce grabbed Saline by her wrist.

A kick was sent his way, which he blocked easily. Once Selina realized she wasn't going to get away with that, she went for a judo throw. Letting go of his grip, Bruce disengaged with what he wanted.

"So, you showed up and didn't bring a girl any flowers?" Selina purred in her Catwoman leather outfit. Bruce was silent and allowed it to sit for a while as he stared at her down. His eyes squinted as she noted that he had her stolen diamonds before she went into a relaxed stance. Bruce knew what it meant when she took up a relaxed position like this one. Selina was coiled and was thinking of fighting for her goods or just leaving it behind.

"I'm looking for his latest hideout," Bruce said gruffly with no preamble.

"He would be gone by now," Selina returned with a sway of her hips as she got up onto the ledge of the rooftop. "But if you want, check the chuckle palace."

Bruce grunted in affirmation as he watched her jump away from the rooftop. He noted that there was no longer that hostility Selina normally carried with giving away information on the Joker. Turning around, Bruce made his way to return the stolen diamonds. With a message sent to Gordan. Bruce made his way back out of the warehouse to his batmobile.

With a jump, Bruce landed inside his Batmobile as it drove underneath his location. Pressing on the gas, Bruce took off in the opposite direction where the GPS was leading him.

Something was going on, and he was going to get to the end of it.

Bruce stopped a few more crimes in motion before getting out of his Batmobile five blocks out from the Chuckle Palace. Bruce set up surveillance of the area before he moved in. The first thing he noted was the missing glass on the roof and the stripped vehicle out front. With sure movements and silence, Bruce made his way inside the Chuckle Palace.

Bruce found the standards of every location he has ever investigated for the Joker. Yet, something felt different about this one. Clothes were still here, and so was a half-eaten bowl of tao chicken. The Joker never leaves his favorite foods half-eaten. Pressing a button on his gauntlets, Bruce activated his thermal tracker mode.

Bruce understood that there would no longer be any thermal trails, but there was still the difference in thermal temperatures between liquid splatter to non-liquid splatter. Keeping his hands to himself, Bruce noted that he slept in bed before making his way into the main rooms. The main room looked like there was a fight. Bruce noted the Joker's favorite hand cannon with a chamber filled, but with one round fired.

Slowly, Bruce turned around, casing the area. Not too far from the fallen hand cannon, Bruce found the fired round. Opposite that was scuffed marks on the ground where one person was moving in a struggle. Bruce bent down and took a sample of the metal scrap on the ground. Bruce noted that it carried the same paint coloration as the missing metal on the vehicle outside.

Bruce took his time to look around for more and more clues. That was when he found what he was looking for. There was topsoil near some charred iron and there was some dust. This was the break he was looking for, without preamble, Bruce collected the samples into evidence bags before leaving.

The batmobile arrived posthaste, as Bruce thought about what this might mean. Sitting in the driver's seat, Bruce allowed the auto-drive function to take him back to his Batcave. His thoughts were interrupted as the batmobile drove through the hidden waterfall entrance.

Jumping out of his batmobile, Bruce placed the topsoil in a spectrometer and the charred flesh in another scanner. Activating both, Bruce sat back in his seat to wait on both devices.

"It's best not to brood on an empty stomach, master Bruce."

Bruce said nothing as he took the cup of coffee that Alfred had brought him. The coffee never made it to his mouth, though, as the D.N.A. analysis came back with a match. The match was from a missing Arkham Asylum inmate, the Joker.

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