Author's note: Hello all my loyal readers! The most common question I get on this story is:
"When will the Joker make his appearance?"
"When will we get to see the Joker?"
"Will the Joker make an appearance?"
"Hey, stupid! Bring on the Joker!"
I hear your calls, and if this is the way the winds are blowing, let no one say that I, too, don't also blow.
... wait, no, nevermind.
And now, by popular demand, as promised, I present to you....
Chapter 42: The Trip
-Gotham City. Midnight.-
"Please, don't!"
Black Mask crawled along the floor of his office, the corpses of his men piled around him. His attacker stood over him, having killed every last one of them single-handedly. His attacker towered over him, his face obscured by a mask and hood, reloading two custom M1911 pistols. Black Mask was wounded, having taken several shots to the shoulder and abdomen from his attacker's pistols. Struggling, he got to his feet, holding his hands out in front of him, pleading.
"Please, you don't have to do this!" He begged. "I'll give you whatever you want. I'll go wherever you want. You'll never hear from me again, I promise!" He stopped abruptly as he realized his back was against the large window. He whimpered as his attacker placed one of the pistols against his cracked skeletal mask. "Please no!" He said. "I'll give you anything, just tell me what you want!"
The man drew his gun back, holstering it, and leaned in close. "I want you to go to hell."
Rearing back, the attacker kicked Black Mask hard in the chest, sending him crashing out the window, falling four stories. With a sickening splat, Black Mask, one of Gotham's most notorious crime bosses, lay dead in the alley below.
The attacker looked out the window, confirming his enemy's lifeless corpse. He walked over to the computer on his desk. Black Mask was just using it before the attack, and hadn't had time to lock it. He had little time to search it before the police arrived, so he had to act fast to obtain the information he needed.
After a few minutes of perusing, he had found what he was looking for. Black Mask received millions of dollars from an offshore account owned by one "Jack White." He had seen that name enough times to know exactly what it meant. It was one of the Joker's oldest aliases.
He'd found him.
The Joker had recently gone into hiding, and hadn't been seen by the people of Gotham since his escape from Arkham six months ago. It was rumored that he was responsible for a heist with the bank of Gotham three months ago, but nothing was conclusive. Due to the amount of money he was funneling into Black Masks account, it was obvious this was the case.
Black Mask was receiving funds from the Clown in exchange for muscle, weapons, and stolen technology, but the reasons were still unclear to the man. However, he had a lead on how to find the Clown, and now he had complete access to Black Mask's files and funds. He was downloading the information to an external harddisk and began transferring his funds to his own private account when something caught his attention: a file labeled "Operation Playtime."
Curious, he opened the file to see several images and documents in reference to Batman, but something else that piqued his interest. Many of the images were of a young boy, no older than 15. He recognized him as the young boy who had in Japan who had taken down the Hero Killer. He was the Quirkless boy who was attending UA high school, Izuku Midoriya.
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Powerless - A My Hero Academia/ DC Crossover
FanfictionIzuku Midoriya has always wanted to be a hero. But the death of his childhood friend at the hands of a villain, and his idol denouncing his dream, his faith in himself and this hero society has been shaken to its core. But one man still sees his pot...
