VECTOR IN DC

Talia awaited Tom’s suspenseful response for the punishment he wished to impose on Damian as reprimandation for his actions against his life.

“Bring him to me.” He replied.

“What~?” She wondered what Tom would do to Damian if she was to present him to Tom, it was more like leading a lamb to the slaughter, Abraham and Issac type shit.

“You heard right, bring him to me. It seems he is so bored and lacking any real tasks that he had so much time to plan and strategize a course for my demise.” Tom blankly said, making it difficult to read him.

Unsure if he was actually serious or not, she tried pleading for Damian's life but Tom wouldn’t bulge.

“How about I offer you something else?” She asked in a seductive tone as she shifted closer to him, attempting to seduce him into choosing pleasure over judgment.

With a smirk, Tom looked at her figure as she tried using her feminine powers to lure him away from his initially aggravated thought. “Oh, really? Something like what?”

“You seem edgy, how about a fun time to help ease your built up stress and we can let Damian’s business with the Sparrows die down.” She wrapped her hands around his arm as she sneakily invaded his personal space, like a siren to sailors. 

“So, what do you say?” She asked in a low and arousing tone, pressing her breasts against his arm.

“I’ll pass.” He bluntly rejected her offer without the slightest hint of hesitation, this left her in a bit of a shock.

“I’ve had a change of mind. Instead of bringing the brat to me, I will go pay him a visit when I have some time to spare. I could take the opportunity to visit the League’s home base and see how those minions of mine are faring.” 

Her eyes widened, unsure if Damian should start a life on the run from Tom, or if she should trust Tom and let him have a word with Damian instead.

“Okay, but please do not hurt him. I made sure he learned his mistake and wouldn’t dare to go against you.

“Good, but that brat needs some spanking or else he would just keep acting off his own accord.”

Unable to deny Tom’s statement, she let out a sigh in both relief and in agreement.

They spent some more time conversing at the edge of the roof top before going their separate ways. Tom felt relieved, having found out the identity of the benefactor.

His identity as Ace was still safe and no one was after his life, no one but Jamie who he was sure would come for him again. After all, he did kill his crew members.

As the leader, Jamie would probably feel the need to take responsibility for their deaths and wouldn’t stop coming for Tom’s head as compensation.

…

[Jason Todd’s POV]

Jason fixed himself a warm glass of milk at the kitchen, hoping it could help him sleep since he just returned from his usual after hours activities and needed to get as much short eye as he possibly could.

He was idly scrolling through his mobile phone as he occasionally sipped from his milk, when he noticed someone entering inside the house, oddly enough they came in through the front door, not like a break-in.

‘A burglar?’ He questioned himself, putting down the glass on the kitchen counter. ‘This isn’t a break-in.’

He knew Gwen, which was their security system, wouldn't let just anyone in except it was either Tom or Leo.

But Leo wasn’t in town and that had him a bit curious because Tom would usually be in bed at that time of the night.

Jason found himself hoping it was a burglar or some sort, he appeared to have had a shitty night and was so on edge that he would gladly blow off some steam before going to bed that night.

As Jason drew closer to the living room, he heard a not so pleasant voice which caused him to drop his guard. “Relax cowboy, it’s me.” Tom said with a sleepy voice, yawning as he spoke.

“What is with the look of disappointment on your face?” 

“You are.” Jason replied. “I thought it was an intruder but unfortunately, it so happens that you had a late night at some strippers club.”

He walked back to the kitchen to grab his glass of milk from the counter, while Tom followed right behind.

“Throwing money at girls shaking ass is every boy’s fantasy. Been there, done that, and it is just a waste of time and cash if it doesn’t end up with your dick in her.” Tom’s reply caught Jason off guard and had him lost for words. 

After a short stare, he gulped down his remaining milk and was headed out of the kitchen, calling it a night. When he was suddenly frozen in place, unable to move a muscle.

“We have business to take care of, and by we, I mean you and Slade.” Tom spoke to him without even batting an eye his way, but reached for the fridge in search of some late night snack.

“You could have just asked me to wait.” Jason replied, sounding a bit irritated as having his movement restricted appeared to cause him a bit of annoyance. Tom undid his hold on Jason and he was able to move again.

“I hate it when you do that.” He turned around to see Tom scanning through the fridge and went on ahead to ask for details regarding the vague statement Tom had just made. “This must be a job from Ghost. Otherwise, what business does Slade and I have outside Outlaws’ bizz.”

“True.” Tom replied, deciding on a cold drink as he closed the door to the fridge. He looked Jason dead in the eye and spoke with a serious tone of voice.

“There’s been a slight hiccup with my suppliers from Morocco, I need the both of you to go see to it that whatever the issue might be, it gets fixed as soon as you both possibly can.” 

“Morocco? I thought your supplies came from Spain.” Jason sounded a bit confused, but grasped the general idea of things.

“My suppliers buy from the main dealer in Spain, then sell to me in large quantities. Then my underlings incharge of my drug sector, sell to the dealers in Gotham and environs, in kilos.”

Jason had no issues with Tom’s life as a crime lord, so long as he wasn’t directly involved in causing harm to the public. It might sound quite hypocritical since Tom dabbles in drugs, firearms, and an unreasonable number of illegal activities, but Jason just chose to turn a blind eye.

“I get the gist of things, it seems like the one eyed bastard and I are in for a little field trip then.” He always had a sense of disdain towards Deathstroke, right from his time as Robin but now has to work with him as they are both currently on the same team.

…

Professor Anthony Ivo was a scientist who worked on quantum energy absorption technology for LexCorp for years, when he discovered he was dying

Born with a rare health condition known as Hutchinson-Gilford\syndrome. This caused him to age rapidly, so he immersed himself in his research, seeking solutions and a means to prolong his lifespan.

His research for immortality had taken him quite far and along the way. A couple years ago he caught the interest of Lex Luthor who offered to fund his personal research. 

Lex said it would be a phenomenal discovery as it could regenerate dying cells in a body, knowing that research would absolutely come in handy some time in the not-so-distant future. 

Professor Ivo started a project some years back, seeking to create an artificial life form which could possibly alter the DNA of any organic being, the answer to his prayers.

Now Luthor was in Jail and probing him to round up the project for some unknown reason, of which he donated a hefty sum of cash to help speed up the project.

From Luthor’s past records, it wouldn’t take a genius to know that he was absolutely up to no good. But greed and the desperation to live had made the professor turn a blind eye.

Deep in a lab with eerie green lighting, all sorts of mechanizations and equipment occupied the lab.

Before him was a robot in its exoskeleton form, still in a state of sleep.

It laid in an incubator as he applied the finishing touches to it’s programming. “Finally, my life’s work has been completed.” He muttered with a wide grin across his face as he lifted both hands up in the air and looked up to the ceiling.

“Yes, yes… Finally, I shall not be limited by this disease ridden body. This is my immortality ticket.” He yelled out in excitement as he cackled aloud, when a feminine voice spoke from behind.

 

“I see your work here is done.” Out of shock, he turned around to confirm the identity of the intruder, only to see Mercy standing right by the entrance.

“Good job, we’ll be taking it from here.” A number of men in black combat gear made their way into the lab and seized him. He had no reason to question why she was doing that as the answer was as clear as broad daylight.

“Curse you Luthor, you double crossing son of a bitch.” He audibly cursed as two men grabbed onto him and led him out of the lab, leaving behind Mercy and the newly developed android.

She looked up at the computer screen to scan through its analysis and state, when she saw a name displayed in capital letters at the top of it….A.M.A.Z.O.