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Strangled by the requirements of the university he was studying at, where each of the students like him, "fucked up and smart", were obliged to shine from the back of their heads to their toes in the morning, to dress fashionably and always answer correctly to any question asked... Will, of course, fucking escaped from this zone of torture and debauchery over the head of an ordinary, adequate guy, who... didn't give a fuck about other people's rules, which, by the way, he tried to refuse. But all to no avail, and Mrs. Carol promised to throw him a tutor in the form of... Vanessa Wayne, that gloomy and... apparently (as Will guessed), harmful and stubborn bitch.
"Oh and I hope not..."
Will, depressed by a troublesome day at the university, came to the famous fast food restaurant KFS and immediately dropped the tense veil of everyday life. He was helped by the cheerful and festive atmosphere in the eatery, and also by the fragrant smell of fried chicken. Will hurriedly ordered two thick burgers and a sparkling, cool Coca-Cola, intending to wash away the bitterness that remained after two particularly unpleasant conversations.
It was nearing evening, and the clouds were slowly covering the sky as Will left the restaurant, satisfied that if he was going to get his brains beaten out anytime soon... it wouldn't be tonight, because Kara wouldn't be home until the evening after her shift at the Justice League, she'd find Will gone, and... she'd probably start looking for him, but luckily Will had already texted her that he wouldn't be home tonight because he was going to see Clark. Kara hasn't responded to the text yet, but she'll obviously have something to say, like, "Why did you decide to do this without me?!" Long live married life...well of course he can't go anywhere by himself now.
And the worst part was that nothing prevented Kara from crossing a hundred kilometers in less than a minute and... spending the night at Clark's place with Will. So much for living with a Kryptonian. She'll literally get you from the ground, and she won't be out of breath.
"Well, here it is, a hot piece of pure, unhealthy fast food. "A cholesterol-laden, fatty piece of meat full of calories. Mm... a meal worthy of gods and boob goddesses. I wish it were always like this...," Will chewed the crunchy breading thoroughly and twitched with ecstasy.
And there it was, a wave of pleasure running through his body... but it was suddenly replaced by a full tensing of muscles and an electric shock running through his body. Will's jerk suddenly turned to the side, and to his left... something slammed, rustling against his ear. Or what it felt like... something like the sensation of a mosquito buzzing nastily at his ear as Will grasped for air, in an effort to remove that very mosquito or whatever it was in the first place. And no, the ear was empty. And then Will looked in the direction of the people scattering by the sidewalk, there were shouts, there was commotion. And the new Sense Sphere, working like a second skin, was hinting to him of trouble coming.
Some kind of menace pinched Will's skin insistently, and his muscles tensed involuntarily; his fingers crushed the chicken cutlet in a light, involuntary movement. Will's peculiar "fight mode" had so strung him out that now he couldn't even get a bite down his throat. Willard sighed unhappily and tossed the rest of the burger into the trash can.
Once again Gotham intended to ruin his mood with some urban misfortune.
«Help me! He stole my purse! - The woman's scream was almost hysterical.
Following the scream, a leather-jacketed man dashed in front of Will. He jumped over the terrified woman who had fallen to the sidewalk, crushing the stolen purse tightly with dirty, scarred fingers, a nasty grin on his lips. A couple of brave guys in the gangster's path made attempts to apprehend him, but failed almost ridiculously, sprawled out on the sidewalk with their bodies shaking in pain... and one of them even flew into a nearby flower store.
And yet, as he ran by Will, the bastard thief somehow slowed down, so that Will could get a good look at his crooked grin and his stubble-covered face with the crooked, obviously broken nose. But in fact it was Will's heightened senses that were playing tricks on him, perceiving things "slowly," while for the rest of them everything was happening extremely fast.
And then Will's heart thumped unpleasantly, the accelerating blood pounding against the walls of his veins, if not pushing Will literally forward, then certainly urging him to act.
"Can't you bastards just run around the city and do nothing?" - The rumors that had been floating around New York lately, saying that most of the heroes were on a special assignment. Batman is far beyond our galaxy, and Superman was not idle. Will had already met the second one in a couple of days.
Will tossed the burger bag into the air and threw his arm straight toward the criminal, but even so, its speed and accuracy impressed him. Will had time to do a lot more in the moments it took the criminal to take two steps.
Exactly when the beautifully dressed grandmother ran up to Will and leaned down, panting and tired, the sweat from her face dripped quickly onto the sidewalk. That is... as usual, and Will realized at once that his heated feelings had returned to normal.
Except the perpetrator's trail is already gone.
«Why didn't you stop him?! He had my purse! He looked like a gentleman, shame on you! - the grandmother shouted.
At that moment, Will caught a package that had fallen from the sky and calmly sipped a Coke from a tube.
«What are you talking about, grandma? I have your bag, you can take it back," he raised his hand, on the elbow of which the purse was hanging calmly.
Granny blinked, shifting her gaze from her purse to the steam coming from Will's boyfriend. He noticed it, but he was surprised, too.
"What the hell?"
«But... how? - the grandmother asked.
«I don't know, and I don't want to know! But don't get sick, dear. Next time, watch your things carefully. I have to go.
A cloud or even darkness of awkward thanks fell upon Will as he sped toward the underground subway. Pleasant and enthusiastic glances were directed at him, surprised people turned around, deciding that he was the real hero. In turn, Will lowered his head, trying not to attract unnecessary attention to himself, because everything came out more by accident than purposefully. It was a matter of reflexes. It just happened and he helped the old woman as any other person would have done in his place, and as a gift he got sore muscles, as usual when he used strength beyond human limits.
And it was about time to consider their use, which was nowhere near as easy as it seemed. Will realized that his strength was directly related to his chakra. First, he had the ability to sense other people's chakra nearby, a kind of ability to detect an enemy at a distance by life energy. Kind of like a sensory. It was how he sensed the bandit's approach before he saw him. Secondly, when Will involuntarily strengthened his body with chakra, all his senses became more acute: he could hear farther, see better, and... time flowed slower for him, though in fact his perception simply became better and his brain processed information faster. Under normal circumstances, the human body would not be able to withstand such a force, but Will was no ordinary man. At least that had changed right after his rebirth, when he'd gotten the power of a shinobi whose body was an order of magnitude greater than that of a normal human.
Will only had to figure out exactly whose power he had gotten. Which shinobi of all shinobi could move so fast? Some vague images flashed through Will's mind... but he couldn't catch them and see them clearly enough.
"Will laughed merrily, looking up at the tall glass buildings above him and the crowds of people in expensive coats, jackets, and dresses with hats going nowhere. He quickly blended into the crowd and relaxed. - "Except I can't get it out of my head what Bats and the others are so busy doing? I've got a bad feeling, a bad feeling. Something's coming, and I hope it's just my imagination. I want to take up heroic deeds myself, but it's very nerve-wracking, where do I even start? I don't know, I've got a lot on my mind. You're not fighting Bane in hand-to-hand combat, you're just a criminal who stole a woman's purse. That's my current level, by the way, but maybe I'm underestimating myself," Will sighed and lifted his head, and a silvery silhouette with a red star on his chest flew over him. What a man worthy of heroic deeds. A real Captain Atom, hurrying on important business. And Will saw more than just him in his surroundings.
The entire Gotham was crowded now and then with heroes who showed up at various daylight hours, which incidentally was a hallmark of the DC universe with the Justice League. Among them, it seemed like it was just rows to itself, especially after the recent one. Not only was there the occasional crime here and there, but the heroes intervened in dangerous cases.
Of course, when Will was at home in the comfort of Kara's arms, he was more concerned with the interesting mole between her breasts, the way they sat at the table in the morning and drank fragrant coffee. And no, sometimes even Kara would lift a fifty-pound machine with one hand if something fell from it against the wall... and then Will would remember where he'd gotten to. Even the burger he was carrying in his bag now had Superman stickers on it, which, by the way, Will wanted to show Clark. He didn't know if he'd seen it.
It was going to take a couple hours to get to the subway, after which it would take him another two hours to get to Smallville where Clark lived.
Will came to a stop when it was already completely dark. It was eight o'clock in the evening, a chilly and a little nervous time for which Will found himself engrossed in a stroll through Gotham. Suddenly the gloomy streets of the city seemed high and grand, everywhere he went he came across musicians playing by the roadside, interesting restaurants, mottled colors and statue sights... Batman and other heroes. And Will also saw the very skyscraper with the famous Gargoyles, from which Batman used to gaze pathetically at the city at night. As it turned out, Will even sympathized with Gotham, and being in it personally, he felt such good nostalgia. Everything was real... a little old, but dark and full of the spirit of Gotham's gloomy streets.
«Hmmm... gee, where did I even end up? Is this the right place?
The lonely newspaper at my feet and the silence hinted that Will had gone a long way. He stopped in an empty neighborhood, where concrete fences lined the roads, and behind us were factories and abandoned buildings.
Already on the step to the subway, he looked up at the fence surrounding the abandoned factory, or rather, even higher, at the bright moon that hung over the high roof of the fence. And there on the roof ran a black silhouette with horns on its head, so strongly resembling...
«Batman?
And as a true DC fan, Will was well aware that any presence of Batman nearby spoke of possible danger.
«I can go down to a safe subway with cameras and go to Clark, or... I can watch BATS stick gangbanger heads in the ground without registering or texting," Will laughed, hitting himself on the knee. - Pfft...come on, I'm not stupid.
So Will sat behind the tires and watched a group of gray-coated men, quite stylish for being criminals...but surprisingly, they were. They were loading silver barrels labeled "toxic" into a huge, shaking van. Their faces were hidden in shadows and behind eighties style hats, and all as one - frowning, grim and unfriendly. There was a nervous tension in the air, and some foul odor of a gasoline-like impurity.
Silence and attention were his best friends now. Only the stacked tires kept Will out of sight, and then he had to huddle against the wall of the factory, dirty and cold.
When one of the bandits inadvertently dropped the barrel, the other frightenedly slapped him across the face and with wide blackened eyes said: "If you value your life, you will not drop it again."
"Chemicals... the Joker's favorite toy," Will thought darkly, remembering how the Joker had shot Barbara Gordon in the spine, stripped the poor girl naked and photographed her, wanting to hurt Gordon. Will shivered at the nasty, cold sweat on his back.
Being near the bandits was tense. Will felt goosebumps, either from fear or from the excitement of seeing the very scene when the bandits were transporting the next contraband. The street was dark as always, the moon was shining brightly, and there was nothing to portend trouble but the famous Gotham fog that made the criminal city lose itself in its gloomy outlines, and hell knew what kind of poisonous creature lurked behind it.
Here and there, Gotham was brimming with hidden dangers, and right now there were countless murders, terror, and robberies being committed, one of which Will had witnessed. There was even the thought that Will was about to be burned and would have to deal with a gun and chemical spitting creature, perhaps of all the adversaries he could face... he would prefer Poison Ivy, an enchanting pink-haired green-skinned beauty. She's beautiful, a 'flower girl', and as poisonous as poison ivy. And how many like her could be stopped, even with the forces of a powerful hero like Batman and the others?
«I see we've got a rat," Will was shaken out of his deep thoughts by a bass voice behind him.
And not by the force of his clenched ass, but by a soul-stabbing instinct, Will leaped frantically to the side before he was crushed by the deafening blow. A honed reflex took him out of harm's way and pushed him to the side. Will slid across the gravel like uneven ice. And his opponent... followed him, no matter how fast Will jumped back.
And the rumble approaching his head was adding to an already unpleasant situation.
Even without time to catch the hidden pattern of attacks directed at blind spots, like a sliding backwards hockey player, Will successfully wiggled from side to side, letting a fist shake the air past his chin, but he never had time to raise his head and see what kind of creature was reaching for him. He felt all the blows with his keen senses and dodged at the last moment.
«You nimble little bug! - growled the attacker.
Will increased the distance with a big long leap backwards and raised his sweating head, grinning nervously. This was definitely a first! For someone to keep up with him... well, except for Kara, maybe. His nerves started to kick in, and he felt uneasy. Will only had time to jump back, feeling a wave of air on his skin. And that blow, as it passed Will, hit the ground, exploding into a fountain of gravel, which then fell on Will's head and shoulders... leaving a huge crater in the ground.
The shadow above him finally stopped, allowing Will to finally see his opponent. The huge mountain of muscle flexed tensely to its full height, exhaling hot steam from lips puffed with irritation.
«Bane," Will exhaled excitedly, wiping the sweat from his forehead.
Bane hummed, raising his large head, covered in a black mask, in frustration. Gravel crunched in his clenched hand, and should have crunched Will's skull. His power-packed muscles trembled in tension, making the chemical fluid hoses stuck in his flesh quiver. It was through those hoses that the drug that greatly increased his muscle mass was delivered.
From what Will remembered, Bane could easily break through a wall and hurl a car at him if he wanted to... But here speed and agility had to give way....
Bane decided to show Will what he'd done by digging his fingers into the gravel and launching himself at him like an angry bison at the speed of a speeding train.
This is the kind of speed Will didn't expect him to have.
"So that's how he kept up with me!" turning his back on Bane was reckless, and fighting was worse.
«I'll crush you," Bane exhaled hotly.
Bane's filthy, chipped fingernail paw swooped over Will's wide-open, confused eyes in a matter of seconds. The colossal arm crashed to the ground with a crashing thud as Will stood frozen as a statue... but in the same instant it vanished in a yellow flash, a few feet away from the impact.
A surprised Bane snapped out of his seat and tore at the still frozen Will again, the lightning bolt rattling and crashing to the ground at his feet.
He expected that a giant like Bane wouldn't be able to keep up with his movements, but Will had miscalculated, because in the comic books he'd read and the cartoons he'd seen... Bane didn't have THAT much power.
Using the dense gravel as a fulcrum, Bane dug his fingers into it like he was shoving his fingers into a bowling ball and threw himself sharply at Will. The chemical-soaked giant rammed into Will like a volcano-blasted boulder.
Bane's ferocious blow shook the ground and collided with Will's arms, which he had put out at the last moment. His bones crunched helplessly, and his arms hammered powerfully into Will's chest, knocking the air and a thin stream of drool out of him. Willa flew to the concrete wall, collapsing to the ground like a gladiator pierced by a spear.
"That asshole took my breath away..."
Such trembling in his hands and pain made him numb, but it added a degree of madness to the excitement and chest-thumping excitement of Will. In some unthinkable way he seriously began to think it was funny, and in the mounting tension Will struck the ground with a numb fist. At the same moment, tongues of lightning whipped across his body, streaming hot.
«Blocked my punch at the last moment? - Bane muttered, his eyebrows furrowed in grim surprise.
«Kha-ha-ha-ha-" Will laughed grimly, clutching his chest painfully.
«You're unlucky enough to witness our little affair, boy. No offense to me, but I'm going to crack your fragile skull," Bane said, bloodshot eyes flashing.
«Phhf-khf...ko-zel.
"Calm down and think. Your opponent is Bane... he has tremendous power and all you have to do is stay out of his way. Bitch," Will thought grimly, completely unsubscribing himself to this battle and cursing himself for coming here. He didn't want this heroic battle, but no, it had found him, and it always had. When had anything in life ever been predictable?
"I didn't think he could shake me up that much. Asshole. I'd punch him in the face, but I gotta get out of here," Will rose carefully to his feet, shaking.
His legs treacherously trembled and shook, and now he couldn't laugh at all.
Apparently Bane's punch had shaken him up pretty good, or worse. Will held his head. It was indeed a little dizzy.
An idiotic plan called "B" immediately popped into my head.
«Okay, this is a little unfair, little brother, but you'd better stay where you are, or I'll call my girlfriend and she'll beat you up! - He shouted as convincingly as he could, not helped by the twitching of his tired eyes and the sweat glistening on his pale face.
But Bane... that bastard just ran at him like a deranged bull at the sight of a red handkerchief.
Will cursed himself, first for the idiotic plan involving Kara, which had come out of sheer nerves, and then for the fact that he was totally fucked. Hiding behind his girlfriend's skirt was certainly a tempting idea, but clearly not for a normal man who would never call his girlfriend into a dangerous place, even if she was a three-time Battle Queen! With his balls in his fist, Will proudly dismissed the cowardly idea and... thought he'd better call Clark.
Well, what's the big deal? He's got super hearing!
Will, on the other hand, wondering if it was worth it to get involved with Bane, was pissed off by his punch. That stupid mountain of muscle was running at him, and what the fuck was he doing?!
"Maybe I should just fuck him and fuck common sense. Fucking asshole, bitch! It's so annoying! He's a second-rate villain in a fucking wrestler's mask, why the fuck is he fucking like that?!"
Sure, Will had taken down a couple of thugs earlier... but now his opponent was Bane himself, a man who, ALSO, had gotten Bats in trouble more than once.
He had only moments to shout one of the two names and call the supers for help, but a sudden explosion behind Bane's shoulders immediately changed the situation of the spontaneous skirmish. The van flew up into the air and flailed several times, looming as an ominous shadow over Bane's frightened bandits. And then Bane's formidable behemoth, whose footsteps made the ground shake, came to an abrupt halt and turned around to see a slimy sludge burning as badly as gasoline and splattered all around.
Will was as surprised as he was, because after the explosion in the shadows of the factory, a firefight began. A black silhouette at high speed... got rid of one, second, third, fourth, and without slowing down the pace instilled panic in the frightened enemies. Criminals fell one by one, unable to stop what was hiding from their eyes in the shadows of the criminal city of Gotham City.
The only MACHINE that was capable of scattering opponents so confidently and quickly without superpowers was familiar to any Gotham City bastard. And it was this guy's name that made the likes of Bane instantly become filled with a holy understanding of Genesis.
It was because of Batman's appearance that Bane's goggle shrank in exactly one nano-second to the state of an atom. Completely losing his former pathos and fearlessness, the huge man ran like a frightened girl, blazing his heels and spitting curses. The thought "I am the most powerful and invincible..." was replaced by "Fucking BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO.
Bane raced toward the van, forgetting all about his business, not to mention Willarad, who flew out of his head at a speed not even the Flash could move.
Unfazed by his attentiveness, Bane forgot that Batman always calculated everything ahead of time, and so he didn't notice how a precisely aimed bolas batarang flew toward his feet... hiding in the shadows. It easily caught Bane's powerful legs, and he collapsed to the ground like a downed game.
«Batman..." Bane muttered hatefully, digging his fingers into the ground.
He hastily tore the bolas from his legs and raised his head to the moonlit silhouette whose shadow fell menacingly on the helplessly lying Bane.
Being more than thirty meters away, Will couldn't quite make out the details of Batman's new costume. He didn't have a cape, but it looked a lot like a suit from the future.
And then dissolving into the shadows... Batman generated even more questions and fear.
Surrounded by knocked-out accomplices, Bane fought helplessly against the Batarangs and clashed with Batman in a heated battle that left his nerves prickling to his fingertips. Despite their difference in weight and height, Batman deftly evaded Bane's blows and hit him in hard-to-reach, but extremely vulnerable places - ligaments, leg bends and chin. And each time Bane lost his footing in helplessness. Batman's movements were extremely fast and precise, even though he had no superpowers, and yet... Will gradually began to notice the difference between the real Batman and this one.
Yes, Bats's blows and everything else were good, but there was something missing in them. For example, the power and confidence with which he crushed any bully, as if the difference between their weight and height did not exist at all. And the pathos and sense of terror that usually emanated from the Dark Knight was a little lacking.
When Bane collapsed to the ground, "Batman" grunted and looked at Willard, who had already come closer to get a closer look at his hero. Clad in a black suit, Batman had an unconventional chest, a slender body, and a rather short stature. A red bat was carved on his bulging (and quite beautiful) chest.
«Batgirl? - Will said.
"She seemed to me less... pathos and modest in her maneuvers. And this one looks at me so unfriendly."
«You should walk the streets of Gotham less at night if you're so anxious to maintain your image as a harmless citizen with no heroic deeds, Willard Light," said a cold female voice.
Will, meeting Batgirl's hard gaze, glanced at the sickly-looking Bane, as if he'd just been kicked in the butt by a "tougher" girl," "Listen... how did you do it?
Batgirl took hold of the edge of the mask and pulled it off, exposing her face and thin neck. And outwardly she was a typical... eighteen-year-old "Lady Wayne": curly strands of black hair fell defiantly over a pale, small face with black lipstick around her haughty lips. Vanessa Wayne's gaze was melancholically detached, and she was coldly humoring Will with shrewd, darkly deep-set eyes, as if she were looking into his soul. Such people were usually unsociable and kept more than a dozen demons locked away.
«Uh, Vanessa?
Among one of the... six that existed in the DC universe, she was the seventh, and it was she that Will had met.
«Don't play dumb. You're going to keep screwing around while the likes of Bane's bastards turn Gotham to rubble. And yet your father has high hopes for you.
The slight surprise in Will's eyes was so obvious that Vanessa immediately lowered her head with an understanding frown, suspecting that Will was unaware of her innermost thoughts and worries. And she had moved on to the subject of her relationship with their father a little too suddenly, obviously guessing about his abilities, and even more so about certain secrets that Will was not so diligently hiding. And he was more interested in why she had lipstick on her lips... but then he thought that was a dumb question, because she probably wore makeup whenever she went out, and then saw Bane and put on a mask like Peter Parker did. Anyway, she didn't have time to makeup herself - the hard life of a superhero.
«Don't you think it's a little insolent to pry into someone else's life? I wouldn't say I'm in a position to live up to Bruce's expectations," Will said glumly.
«You have abilities that Gotham could use. And Bane doesn't seem to be a difficult opponent for you," Vanessa added, implying that his abilities were quite good and he was talking nonsense.
«I get the impression you weren't watching very well," and then his eyes widened in unpleasant realization. - Wait... you've been watching that thug try to kill me the whole time?
After looking Will in the eye for a few seconds, Vanessa calmly put on her mask and looked up to the nightlight with the bat insignia. Commissioner Gordon called out to Batman.
«I have to go," she said briefly, tossing the handcuffs that had mechanically transformed themselves around Bane's enormous arms, and added a final flourish:
«My father is never wrong. Don't disappoint me, Willard Light.
Will wrinkled his nose.
«Hey...has anyone ever told you that you have absolutely no sense of tact? I'm actually talking to you," he said, but he was answered by Vanessa's depressing silence.
"Like talking to a wall," he thought as he saw off Batgirl taking off on the jet engines built into her boots.
Will whistled. And it wasn't clear whether it was Vanessa Wayne's flashy suit or her gorgeous ass in a tight, innovative suit.
There was no mention of this mysterious daughter of Bats in the comics or movies, so he had to guess about her motives.
And it was strange why Willard didn't find modeling magazines with her superbly pretty face. Such thick black hair, such a snub nose, a mole near her sensual lips, and the commanding gaze of her blue eyes-all the criteria of femme fatale beauty that were the privilege of only those born to be the best women in the world.
"Well, well, I'm in the wrong place."
«Well, since she doesn't really listen to me, I'll just ignore her. Anyway, there's only one woman in this world who's allowed to mess with my head, and that's...!
Ding-dong.
Willard cast a confused glance at his phone. A text had come in. He thought it was from Kara, but there it was....
"An invitation to join the Justice League," from Batgirl.
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