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The truck drove away into the tunnels while I turned around to attend to the old lady. There was nothing stopping me from finding them after Harley still had her tracker within the smartwatch.
A wave of my hands moved the car from the intersection. Ignoring the other people in the other car, I checked on the elderly first.
"Ohh dear, ohh dear."
Ignoring her mutterings, I checked her over then switched to the grandpa in the passenger seat. They both had minor cuts and bruises, with a sigh, I did quick work. The cut located on the old man's cheek was healed as I washed my psionic energy through his body. From there, I lube his joints as I gave his neurons a little refresher.
There was a spark of understanding that I noticed in his eyes. The old man gave me a smile before I turned around to help his wife. The cuts located on her arms healed within seconds as I gave her brain a quick floss bringing back the spark to her eyes also. I noticed the damage that her joints had as I smoothed and healed the pains away.
Next, I turned to the car that appeared to be totaled after crashing into the other. With some focus, the front end of the car evened itself out. With the major damage taken care of, I finished it up by taking care of the finer details. Piston's, head gasket, everything was fixed back to their proper shapes and functions.
I gave the old couple a smile before tossing a leg back over my bike.
"Aye, what about us?" Some random guy yelled from his own wreckage.
Too bad for him, I had no more fucks to give.
My bike revved, and I shot off into the tunnel. The tracker placed Harley on the other side of town, and that was where I was going to go. Nothing was going to stop me from getting my woman back, nothing.
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The tracker led me to an old-style suit store. I was wondering who would be in their right mind to take over a suit store before I realized I was looking into the grey skies of Gotham. This fucking city does things to people, and it was quickly becoming time to leave.
The building was made of cobblestone. There were two stories to the building, but I could tell that there was far more here than what you would see from the street level. In my rush to get here, I had left my armor and weapons home. Never again, I told myself as I scanned around for something to use as my improvised weaponry.
Standing on the roof overlooking the hiding location of the people that took Harley, I noticed an abandoned construction site. The construction site was a few blocks down from my location, but I knew instinctively that it would have what I wanted. The grin that split my face could have frozen the oceans from the chill I emitted. Eyeing the beam that stuck out at an odd angle, I summoned it to my location.
The beam curled into itself as a ball before taking to the sky to swing around behind my location. I would need a weapon that was going to make a statement but also something that could be used with some reach.
The number of goons below me was something else; the choice was made for me. This was going to be an old fashioned God of War slaughter tonight. Before I died, they had come out with a God of War on the PlayStation 5 that used an ax to devastating proportions. If memory serves, that ax was called the Leviathan Ax. Staring at the I beam before me; I warped the metal as the molecules excited themselves, heating up.
The first thing I created was the handle as I hyper-compressed and cooled the liquid metal. I threw in a hexxit formation along the shaft to increase the grip. I was able to lift multiple cars with just my mental manipulations alone, so I knew that this handle was compressed under multiple tons of force as I compacted the atomic structure to fit my needs.
Next on my creation list was the axe head—a weapon meant to transcend mere craftsmanship and become a masterpiece. The blade was already precision-forged, its edges and balance atomic-smooth, yet an unshakable instinct pushed me to go further. I retrieved the pound of vibranium I had stored on my bike, holding it alongside the axe head. Suddenly, inspiration struck like a bolt of lightning.
With swift and meticulous effort, I melted the metals down, blending them in a perfect ratio. The fusion itself was a delicate process, but I didn't stop there. Grabbing the axe with my hands I used my Hands of God, I forced the entire alloy into a state of pure vibranium, refining it to an unparalleled level of density. Compressing the weapon to the extreme, I turned its weight into several tons without altering its compact design—a feat of unparalleled ingenuity.
But raw strength wasn't enough. The next phase demanded finesse. I used Transmutation, Elemental Manipulation, Alteration, and advanced Enchantment to imbue the axe with a multitude of properties. Each layer of magic served a purpose:
Ice, Fire, Wind, Sharpness, Power, Speed, Strength, Durability, Acceleration, Speed, Though, Strong, Pull, Auto Target, Lock On, Connection, Gravity, Light, Clean, Hard, Self Guided, Return, Identifies, Blood Loss, Toxic, Hunger Deceleration, Balance, and few more.
Finally, I crowned my creation by merging Animation, Advanced Alteration, and high-tier Enchantments. The result was a weapon that transcended mortal craftsmanship, rivaling even the legendary Mjolnir. This wasn't just an axe—it was a force of nature, imbued with a consciousness that responded to my will.
To complete its transformation, With many more characteristics, Then, just mass with some heads and to suit my looks I engraved the runes for co-responding for each my Enchantment I put on the Axe, some so minuscule they required an extreme microscope to discern, others large enough to be seen by the naked eye. The runes pulsed faintly, a testament to the immense energy coursing through the weapon.
When I was done, I felt the culmination of power, precision, and ingenuity—a creation that didn't just suit my needs but also my image. This axe wasn't just a weapon; it was a statement, a declaration of my mastery over both science and magic.
Looking at it I felt something was different, but I was unable to place a finger on it. Before turning back around to assault the suit store, I noticed the markings along the ax head.
The runes that I found spoke to me, urging me to action. But my will was my own and no one else's. With a snort of amusement, I swung the axe in a testing arc, satisfaction blooming as a jagged scar of hard ice erupted along the floor. This weapon was no mere tool; it was a reckoning, crafted to humble even those who deemed themselves invincible.
Still, a trace of disappointment lingered. If only I had Uru. Working with Vibranium had revealed a critical limitation—it resisted magic, refusing to harmonize with it naturally. Yet, this axe worked, not through conventional enchantments or runic magic but because I bypassed those barriers, wielding my "Hands of God" and advanced Alchemy with peerless mastery. Had it been Uru subjected to the same process, the weapon would have been unimaginably lethal, a force beyond comprehension.
I pushed away those thoughts from my mind., I refocused. This was going to be a perfect exercise in versatility.
Shedding my jacket, I carefully folded it, placing it neatly on the seat of my bike. My helmet came next, set atop the folded fabric. Finally, I retrieved a pair of prototype smart glasses I had been tinkering with. Slipping them onto my face, I adjusted them until the interface flickered to life. Pulling up the collar of my tactical turtleneck, I prepared myself, the faint hum of anticipation charging the air around me.
Or my tactalneck as I like to call it.
With everything in place, it was time for action. While I was contemplating, the place had gotten quiet. People were leaving, and I noticed that it had gotten a lot darker out. Taking a look at my smartwatch told me it was after eight. Damn, nothing changed after so many years, the people of Gotham deserted the streets quickly. Placing that out of my mind, I flew up and over the suit shop.
As I flew over the roof, I spotted two guards as they walked around on patrol. Touching down lightly, the skinny guard never knew what hit him as my axe slid through his neck, removing his head from his body. Before the head or the body could fall, I had it caught within a telekinetic grip and then tossed at his partner.
BOP!
The larger guard went down as his partner's head collided with his own. The guard was down on his knees, trying to recover when I was on him. My large hand was around his throat, holding him up in the air, feet dangling as he tried to breathe.
No words were shared as I delved into his mind and took all of the pertinent information. Havey had ordered the capture of Harley once he found out that the Joker was no more. It would seem that they both visit the same hooker service when they leave Arkham.
That was disturbing on so many levels.
Within all of his years here, the Joker seemed to be a man that showed up no matter what. Once he didn't show up for his services, they grew excited once word got out, he was dead. Harvey didn't even wait to confirm if Harley had any backers, he jumped straight to capture and prove he is the bigger man.
That was good for me but bad for him.
Tossed the goon aside, I twisted the ax in my hands before bringing it down onto the goon's chest. Power flowed as the ac handle lit up blue. Ice formed as the goon died in a frozen heap at my feet.
Interesting, I muttered to myself, extending my hand with a subtle motion. In an instant, the axe responded, soaring through the air with an unerring trajectory, seamlessly settling into my grasp as if it had always belonged there. The entire exchange was instantaneous, a flawless display of power and precision that left no room for imperfection... It would seem that my intent was carried over to the weapon. This, I would have to explore at a later date. Placing that out of my mind, I took a flying leap over the edge of the roof.
Below me was a compound of things, one was a number of goons waiting their turn to get inside. The other was an array of weapons that they carried. They were carrying an assortment of military hardware, and I knew there was no way they could have gotten these so swiftly with Harvey being back only a week or two.
This would need further investigation, but I could get that from the boss once I wrapped my hands around his neck. The goons never saw me coming as I landed amongst them.
DOOM!
The impact sent up ice spikes into the nearest to my location. Ignoring the impaled around me, I threw my axe at the fleeing trio. The back had his legs cut out right from beneath him as the axe slammed its way into the back of the lead runner. The mental nudge had the axe flying back into my hands right through the chest of the middle person.
SMACK!
The ax made quite the noise as it slapped back into my palm, scaring back the ones that stayed to shoot at me. There was no learning for them if they didn't turn and run once the ammunition fired met the invisible wall of my telekinetic barrier.
The information on how to get into the hidden tunnels was taken from the goon on the roof. So the one that was standing in my way was pure foder. With a twist of my wrist, I launched myself at the one that blocked the door. My spartan kick caved in his chest as I forced my way inside. Taking the Axe by both hands, I performed a powerful overhead swing.
My axe bit through steel and flesh as it cut down the person that blocked my path to the hidden elevator. With another double-handed swing, I tossed my axe down the long hallway.
Paying little attention to the axe as it worked its way down the hall dismembering two face goons. I checked my position in correlation to Harley's. She was still underground, but I was on the right trail.
Extending my hand, the axe obeyed with the devotion of a loyal hound, streaking through the air to meet my grasp effortlessly. I studied it closely, marveling at its pristine condition —untouched by the carnage it had just wrought. Not a single droplet of blood, speck of dust, or fragment of debris marred its surface. It looked as immaculate as if it had just been forged, its gleaming edge betraying none of the chaos it had unleashed moments ago.
Ignoring the painful moans beneath me, I floated along silently. As I passed, each person became silenced as I shut down their hearts with a little telekinetic twist.
The sound of the elevator doors didn't cover up the sound of the approaching footsteps I heard.
"Ivy, why are you here?" I asked aloud, announcing that I knew who it was.
Red hair on jade green skin peered at me from around the frame of the door.
"I was hoping to talk some sense into Harvey or have you stay your hand in killing him." Ivy replied as she looked around at the slaughter. "I hope they don't give my babies indigestion."
I snorted at that as I held the elevator doors for her. Before the doors closed, I noticed plants walking into the hallway. I knew what was next; it was about to be the reverse food chain.
While the doors closed, I pulled down the coverings I had over my nose and mouth. Ivy looked at me with a raised brow then let out a squeak. The elevator rattled along as I savored the taste of Ivy. She released a moan of pleasure as my hand palmed her ass and pulled her closer.
The elevator rattled to a stop as Ivy sucked on my bottom lip. I grinned down at her as I ignored the hail of bullets pelting my barrier. Ivy removed a Sig Suer from a holster, then shrugged when I raised an eyebrow.
"I have the 2nd amendment on my side." Ivy returned at the look I gave her.
"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.
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