You're Not All Bad (Henchmen Male Reader X DC Harem)

Chapter 6-Preperations

Y/N's POV
Ravager's Base

I could barely believe what I was seeing. I didn't want to believe it, but I had no other choice. Ravager, Clay and I were all looking up at a large screen connected to the main computer of the base and had a birds eye view as my home burned curtsy of a satellite Clay had hacked into. The video didn't have any audio, but I could still hear the roar of fire and bloody screaming here at the bottom of the ocean.

Nearly half of Gotham City was in flames, with wrecked cars and collapsing buildings dotting the screen. Almost all of the Supervillans along with their goons and gangs were tearing each other apart in the streets, and I didn't want to know what was going on in those dark alleys we couldn't see.

I wanted to speak. To say something, to say anything. But I couldn't find the strength, and as I felt a bead of cold sweat run down the back of my neck Clay began to speak.

"Oh...........oh my god"

Her voice was barely above a whisper but in the eerie silence of the room her words rung like church bells on Sunday morning.

"This........what the fuck is going on?!" Ravager mumbled, disbelief practically dripping from her voice as we all continued to watch the screen. "You said all the big shots in the city meet up at the Iceberg Lounge right? Well is this their big plan? Because it doesn't make any damn sense! Bane and Penguin want to rule Gotham and it's underworld not be kings of the ashes left behind. Hell even those sick fucks like Scarecrow need test subjects! So why the fuck are they all tearing the city and each other down?!"

By the end of her rant she was nearly yelling and held her helmet in the crook of her elbow as both of them turned to me, and all I could do was stand there and shrug as another bead of sweat ran down my neck and then my back.

Shaking my head I closed my eyes and tried to force out all the horrible images that began to assault my mind thanks to watching Gotham burn. But I failed miserably.

There was a man half in the doorway of an apartment complex, desperately trying to crawl out as the building burned and shook around him. Hot ash fell into his clothes while the smoke and air burned his skin, all while his screams were drowned out by the choir of misery and suffering around him.

Then I saw a women slumped over against the side of a car. Her face unmoving, wide eyes starring out into nothing as more and more blood leaked from a stab wound in her side. All while a hooded figure dumped out the contents of the woman's purse onto the pavement.

And then...........

And Then

"Y/N!"

SLAP!!

"Ah fuck what was that for?!" I yelled, grabbing the side of my head someone smacked before I looked up and saw both Ravager and Clay looking at me funny.

"We tried saying your name at least ten times, you spaced out and were mumbling incoherently to yourself" Clay said as she walked around Ravager and put her hands on her hips. "You alright?"

"I'm fine. I just do that sometimes"

"What? Space out and talk to yourself like a lunatic?"