DC: I am Dr Doom

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"It's best not to brood on an empty stomach, master Bruce."

Bruce said nothing as he took the cup of coffee that Alfred had brought him. The coffee never made it to his mouth, though, as the D.N.A. analysis came back with a match. The match was from a missing Arkham Asylum inmate, the Joker.

The Joker was dead, and the topsoil was his only clue on who did it. The ping on the spectrometer drew his attention to gamma radiation on the topsoil, and he would have to find Doom.

***

The GreenHouse

Victor Von Doom

It's been three days since Dent has gained a new understanding of my goals. Over the last few days, I had transitioned most of my work to Harvey for completion. With some leads purchased from the Penguin, I had Waylon hunt down a site for the roller derby. It was hard work tracking across the west coast, but I had workers for that now.

The knock at the door drew me from my latest project. At the door was Harvey Dent dressed in his best with Waylon standing right behind him. Waylon was wearing his standard military pants and boots with a black shirt that showed off his arms. Harvey was wearing one of his finer suits, though, and it was interesting to note that this one wasn't one of his two-toned colored variants. Walon gave me a nod as he took a position next to the door.

Harvey came in and took a seat right across from myself. The look on his face said he had work to share. With a sigh, I closed down my work on the mother box. Not only was I cracking the code in record time, but I was also extremely close to having it available for my immediate use. With my work closed down, I watched Harvey fiddle with his paperwork.

A double-tap on the counter with my knuckles drew Harvey's attention to my gaze.

"Speak."

"We have settled on a price for that roller ring," Harvey replied smoothly as he placed the vanilla folder onto the table. "Star City has offered us a nice little plot of land. We outbid the 1.65 that has eaten into our reserves, but we also sold the patent on your electric engine to LexCorp. That has buffed out your coffers, sir."

"That sounds splendid, but I would like to hear the bad news because there is always bad news in this bloody reality," I replied with a sigh while leaning back into my chair. "The fact that the place was purchased in Star City is definitely not enough bad news."

"Queen Industries has decided to buy into the project under a shell company, and so have Wayne Enterprises."

My urge to smash things instantly shot through the roof. Yet, the only outward sign of my lack of control came from the raised eyebrow. That and a few levitating items around the room that crumpled due to proximity.

"That is a very interesting twist of business." I half growled as I spoke, causing Harvey to flinch in his chair. The smile Waylon cracked said he was thoroughly enjoying my frustration. "Anything to add, Waylon?"

"Yeah, boss, why don't you just do them like you did, Harvey?" Waylon answered me with a shrug of his shoulders. For a moment, I actually mulled the idea over, and then I destroyed such a thought and threw it to the wayside.

"Can't, they have a very capable telepath as a friend." I replied as I tapped my index finger on the table. Hell, I know that I am powerful, but I wasn't sure I was on the same level as Martian Manhunter in navigating the mind. I needed time, but I was never going to get any of it.

"Why not just kill him and then get them on our side?" Waylon asked while rubbing his chin.

"NO! I refuse to paint a target onto my back for the Justice League to zero in on." I returned with a growl. "Wayne and Queen have connections that I don't need on my back right now."

"Noted, Sir." Both Waylon and Harvey replied while snapping to attention.

"Good, so get those papers filed," I replied before getting up from my chair. Walon opened the door for me while I grabbed my keys from the hook. "Get my plans for the U.N. charter off the ground, Dent. And Waylon, find me a nice corner with camera coverage."

I could feel the cage closing in, but they will learn what happens when you attempt to cage a tiger.

For now, though, it was time to pick up Harley from work. So many things were happening and not enough time.

Gotta love life, though.

Whistling to myself, I pressed the summoned button on my keyfob while I made my way to the GreenHouse. My own customized version of the A.U.D.I. A8 pulled up as I stepped a foot into the greenhouse. A quick mental flick sent the growling tulip scurrying away from me.

Damn thing, I thought it could take a bite out of me.

"Hon, you're gonna have to do something about all this wild growth," I called out loud as I made my way deeper into the GreenHouse.

"Ohh, but my beautiful babies need as much room as they can get to grow."

"Keep them tamed; I doubt you would like me pruning your garden if one were to overstep its bounds," I replied as I walked past the labs and into the bedroom.

"Ohh, sugah, you can tend to my garden anytime," Ivy said as she leaned from around the doorframe. In her hand was my bomber jacket, the same jacket I had come here looking for.

"Hmm, maybe I should right now." My voice rumbled along Ivy's lips as we shared a chaste kiss. Ivy purred as she trailed a finger up my chest, and I almost fell to my lusts. "But, you have things to clean up while I run some errands."

The look she gave me was one of utter betrayal.

"There is a forest that surrounds the house. Send your sentient plants out there and not in here." I said with a shrug. "The GreenHouse is where we sleep and work. They are crowding the living space, and you need to get them under control. We shall not live like savages."

There was no way I would succumb to pouting and quivering bottom lip. So I did what any self-respecting man would do, I turned around and walked away. I sent a small blast of telekinetic force before me as I made my way out of the GreenHouse. There was one thing to breed these plants, but it was another to let them run wild.

Pulling my jacket on, I slide into the driver's seat of my vehicle. A few taps later, the G.P.S. to the bar was entered, and I was on my way. The radio was doing some talk show from Metropolis, but it went in one ear and out the other. I had caught some snippets of someone talking about Superman, but I was ignoring all of that. Right about now, Harley was about to get her lunch break before this afternoon bar rush.

Smoothly, I pulled into traffic, heading towards the bad side of town.

***

As I pulled into the parking lot outside the bar with no name, I found Harley standing at the back door. She had an extremely put out pouting face, which made me want to squish it. I pulled up to the curb, allowing Harley to get in the passenger side of the vehicle. A Caesar salad levitated down into her lap as I spun the car around and sped out of there.

Harley ate as I drove while messing with the radio station. I took a look at her and noticed the short shorts she had on. At least this time, she was wearing boots on her feet and wasn't as barefooted as she liked to walk around the property. I drove in silence as Harley made a racket at my side.

Halfway to our destination, Harley had completed her salad to climb over the middle console to the back. I caught glimpses of flesh as she moved around to change her clothing. Tapping the brakes, Harley flew around the back a little as I caught her attention.

"Are you going to give her an offer?" I asked the giggling bobble head behind me.

"Of course, silly. Behind all those books is a girl who wants to get down and dirty." Harley said with a huff, She blew some hair out of her face and went back to changing as I pulled into the parking lot of Gotham Library.

As Harley and I got out of my vehicle, I felt that telltale tingle of someone watching me. I turned around to skim along the rooftops of the buildings on the other side of the block. There was nothing in sight, but some rapid movements did draw my eye. Narrowing my eye at the movement, I opened my telepathic link to the outside world and zeroed in on that section of space.

What I found was a wall blocking me from entering the mind I found. Pulling back from the scalpel approach, I went for the surrounding aura. The spike of jealousy, a little anger and frustration told me who it was that was watching over my shoulder. With a snort, I turned around and followed Harley into the library. I had some plans for Greyson, but that can wait until I wasn't on four separate cameras in the area.

Walking into the library, I watched Harley skip towards the cute blonde behind the counter. What happened next, I was not expecting. They shared a hug, and then the librarian split into two different ladies. That was when I realized where I knew the name Jessica Hudson from. She was a C level villain from DC, one of Batman's super minor villains. Jessica was yellow blonde, and her sister that just popped out of her, was platinum blonde. Well, a platinum blonde with a pair of rabbit ears coming out of her head.

The one with the rabbit ears gave me a look and a wink, which I ignored. Sexy rabbit girl or not, I wasn't down for some easy ass because you never knew who it was given up to before I came along. Harley let out a laugh before taking her hand and guiding her towards her in a conversation.

I found myself a seat as Harley had her chat with the White Rabbit. With her distracted, I closed my eyes and peeled my astral form from my body. The feeling was as if the world gained a focus, that my eyes were a hamper on my senses. The version of Jessica with the rabbit ears turned to look at my astral form before turning back to the conversation. That was an interesting development I would have to beware of later.

Floating above my body, I noticed the glow of blue telekinetic force projected raising up a few books in a show of telekinesis. I noticed that I would need a fresh cut soon. That side fade was looking a little too filled in for my taste. Turning around in the air, I willed myself forwards as I flew outside the library. What I found was disorientating. Streams of thoughts tried to assault me as I flew into the open world.

Unprotected thoughts were projected loudly all around me, bombarding my astral form as I floated out in free space. Looking around, I found two null zones within my telepathic area of influence. I willed myself forward once more. I found myself floating above the prone form of Richard Grayson. I still couldn't figure out why his nickname was Dick unless that's because he was a dick in real life. Then that might be an apt description.

He was all dolled up in his Nightwing outfit overlooking us, but also on his communicator with someone.

"Come on, Babs, I am telling you he is up to something," Nightwing complained into his coms unit. "No, I am not following him; I'm just saying. I found him with Harley, so I have decided to do a follow-up. You know Joker is missing and Bruce is looking for Doom."

That was interesting to note; Bruce was out looking for me. There was no way he could approach as his normal self that meant he could only approach me as the Batman. With a snort, I turned to go, but I made a mental note about Batgirl going to look for some kid by the name of Static Shock. Interestingly, I knew who that was and might have to make plans to snatch him up before anyone could get their hands on him.

With my surveillance over, I made it towards the other null space. What I found made me extremely angry. Sitting in a room drinking tea was Talia Fucking Al Ghul. Now I understood why Bruce wanted to chat. Her fucking father was aware that Jack Napier was dead and wanted to pit Bruce and I against each other.

When I got back, I found my body in the most interesting position. Harley was straddling my lap with my face pressed into her mountainous breast. Shaking my head, I slide myself back into my body. Bringing my hands around, I picked Harley up and placed her on top of the table before me.

"What are you doing?" I asked, leaning back in my chair.

"Getting some lovin," Harley replied with a shrug.

"And what about you getting your crew sorted?" I asked, looking at the pouting bombshell before me.

"Well, she wanted to tumble in the hay witchya, but I shot her down. But then she wanted to do a heist with me, and I said yes. So I gotta go do something with her, and then we can go skating together." Harley rambled as I looked at her from my seat.

"Alright, then here are the car keys," I replied, pulling to my key fob. "Don't get caught by Marie then."

Her eyes shined as she snatched the keys from my hands. As Harley ran to find her little friend, I made my way out the back of the library. I jumped up on a fire escape and made my way around the block. My phone pinged me, letting me know that someone else was driving my car. I waited in the shadows and watched as Nightwing took off following Harley.

I stood on the roof and watched him vanish into the fading light. I turned around and spoke what was on my mind.

"What does The Demon Head, Ras Al Ghul, want with me?"

***

My stance was relaxed as I leaned against the brick wall of the roof's entrance. Before me stood Talia Al Ghul, the famed daughter of the Demons Head. Talia stood tall and imposing for a woman of her stature, but that didn't affect me in any way. I understood though how she might have used that to influence others as the silence hung thick between us. While Talia persisted with her silence, I extended my mental range to cover the rooftops.

Again, four other minds felt like blanks within the area. The only thing I could think of that would be able to do that was chi and a lot of training. This meant that Talia had brought some ninjas as backup.

This entire time Talia had watched me and sized me up while I watched her and took in my surroundings. Deep dark soulful chocolate eyes look back at me as I take in her Asian features and sensual pose framed in a tight hugging ninja suit. My eyes twitched as I realized that even now, Talia was attempting silent seduction. I guess such training was so ingrained into her system that she would perform such things subconsciously.

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