DC: My Name Is Not Billy Batson

Jason was on an unstoppable killing spree. Every villain he encountered—no matter their reputation or infamy—met the same fate: death.

The moment criminals realized they were up against Jason who kill, their first instinct was to run for their lives. But fleeing only made it easier for him to take them down, their backs becoming perfect targets.

With cold efficiency, he carved a path of destruction, dismantling the private armed forces one by one. Jason was in his element, relishing the chaos.

His time with the League of Assassins had taught him far more than combat techniques and the use of cold weapons. He had also mastered firearms, With the assistance of his nano-suit and its built-in locking systems, Jason was practically war machine.

Jason only feels hearty now, bitterness of being forced to let criminals go in the past, the helpless eyes of the victims he couldn't save, are all swept away at gunpoint!

One desperate thug, cornered and out of options, asked, "Who the hell are you?!"

Jason paused, "I. Am. Vengeance!"

Meanwhile, back at Wayne Manor, Dane leaned forward in his seat, grinning as he watched the scene unfold through feed. He replayed Jason's declaration of "I am Vengeance" with glee.

"A masterpiece!" Dane said, clapping his hands. "A tribute to the classic Batman line. This one's going down in history."

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Jason was relishing the chaos he'd created, but his rampage didn't go unnoticed. Batman had followed the smoke and devastation to the scene.

As soon as he arrived, Batman saw a masked figure methodically slaughtering private soldiers. Without hesitation, he attacked, throwing a series of Batarangs that arced toward Jason's position.

Jason reacted instantly, shooting the projectiles out of the air. His voice, modulated by his mask, rang out with taunting sarcasm.

"Well, well, look who it is—the great Batman. What brings you here, Lord Dark Knight?"

Batman glided down gracefully, landing in front of Jason. His voice was cold and demanding.

"Who are you? Why are you killing them?"

Jason's response was laced with venom. "Me? I'm a dead man from hell. Call me Arkham Knight."

The mention of Arkham seemed to strike a chord with Batman. Jason noticed the subtle reaction and pressed on.

"Yes, you know exactly what I'm talking about. You know what's in there."

Batman's expression didn't waver, but Jason could feel the tension.

"I don't understand why you refuse to kill these scumbags. If you'd done it sooner, none of this would be happening in Gotham tonight."

Batman's reply was resolute. "I don't execute. That's the line I never cross."

Jason scoffed, stepping forward aggressively. "Hypocrisy!"

He lashed out with a kick, which Batman blocked with his forearms. Batman noted the strength behind the blow—far more forceful than expected.

Jason didn't let up, transitioning seamlessly into a flurry of attacks, utilizing the martial arts techniques he had mastered in the League of Assassins. Batman was forced on the defensive, his movements slower and less sharp than before. Months of inactivity had dulled his edge.

Seizing a brief opening, Batman dropped a smoke bomb, enveloping them in a thick haze. He activated his infrared eyepiece, using the momentary distraction to land a punch on Jason's visor.

Jason staggered but quickly adapted, activating his own infrared mode. Pretending to still be blinded, he baited Batman closer before launching a surprise counterattack, sending Batman sprawling.

"It's useless! Your cheap tricks won't work on me!" Jason growled.

Batman got back on his feet, his voice steady and grave. "Really?"

Jason suddenly heard a faint beeping sound. Looking down, he saw a Batarang attached to his chest.

"When...?" he began, but the Batarang flashed brightly—a flashbang!

Momentarily disoriented, Jason stumbled, giving Batman an opening. The Dark Knight lunged with a kick, but

Jason had already anticipated the move. Using web laucher, he yanked himself away and disappeared into the distance.

Batman scanned the area, his fists clenched. The enemy knew his methods too well.

"Who is he?" Batman muttered to himself. "vengeance…" he repeated Jason's words, trying to piece together the clues.

Jason didn't waste time lingering. He had nearly eliminated all thugs in the area when he extracted new intel: the Scarecrow had been moved to a safe house.

Arriving at the designated location, Jason was surprised to find Poison Ivy instead. She stood amidst the greenery, guarded by a lone soldier, while Scarecrow's face loomed on a large screen behind her.

The Scarecrow's mocking voice echoed through the room.

"Well, well, well. And who might you be?" he asked, his tone dripping with curiosity.

He leaned closer to the camera, as if trying to peer through Jason's mask.

"You dress like a bat, but you're not the guest I was expecting. Still, there's something... familiar about you."

The Scarecrow paused, his expression contemplative.

"You must have some connection to him. Let's see if we can unravel this mystery."

The Scarecrow seemed deep in thought but ignored Jason's movements. Jason instructed the AI in his suit to track down the Scarecrow's camera feed directly.

The Scarecrow's voice cut through, mocking. "That's not going to work. Even if you're just here to ruin my plans, you'll have to play by the rules of the game."

Realizing Jason's attempt, the Scarecrow immediately terminated the communication feed, but not before issuing a chilling threat.

"Take your time, little one. Or I'll kill her myself!"

The lone guard Poison Ivy grabbed her, pressing a pistol to her temple.

Jason acted faster. With a single shot, he blew the soldier's head off, sending blood and brain matter splattering over Poison Ivy. She recoiled in disgust, frantically trying to scrape the gore off her face.

"What the hell is wrong with you?" she shrieked, glaring at Jason, who seemed entirely unbothered by her outrage.

Ignoring her protests, Jason raised his weapon again, pointing it directly at her. "Tell me what you know."

Poison Ivy's lips curled into a sneer. "And what if I don't? Are you going to kill me too?"

Her defiance didn't phase Jason. He lowered his pistol but spoke in an icy tone that made her flinch. "No, but I'll burn every plant in Gotham to ash. Every. Single. One."

Her expression shifted from mockery to wariness. She studied Jason intently, as if trying to discern whether he was bluffing. It didn't take long to realize he wasn't.

"Fine. You win," she hissed, her voice dripping with reluctant compliance. "I'll tell you everything."

Poison Ivy revealed that nearly half the villains in Gotham had formed a coalition, united under a singular goal: to kill Batman.

Jason's eyes narrowed. "And why aren't you affected by the poison gas in here?"

The room had been filled with a new, highly toxic gas. The thug had been using specialized masks to survive, yet Poison Ivy seemed completely unaffected.

She scoffed. "His amateurish toxins are no match for me. Nature always wins."

Jason recognized her immunity as an asset. If used correctly, it could lead to developing a neutralizing agent for the gas. But he wasn't exactly the scientist type.

Almost as if on cue, his communicator buzzed. Dane's voice came through clearly. "Put Poison Ivy in my care. I'll handle the neutralizer. Your mission is to track down the Scarecrow and finish this."

Jason grunted in acknowledgment. Turning to Poison Ivy, he nudged her forward. She scowled. "Ever heard of being a gentleman?"

Before she could protest further, a portal opened beneath her feet, and she fell through with a startled yelp.

She landed in a sterile, high-tech laboratory and looked up to see Dane standing before her, smiling faintly.

"Who are you? Where am I?" she demanded, her voice laced with suspicion.

"Welcome to Umbrella. Relax, you're safe here," Dane replied smoothly. "As for me... perhaps you've heard of Pioneer Technology?"

Poison Ivy's eyes narrowed. She wasn't one for corporate news, but something about Dane's calm demeanor sent a shiver down her spine.

"You don't seem familiar with it," Dane noted. "That's fine. All you need to know is that I'm slightly smarter than the average person and need your cooperation to develop a neutralizer for the poison gas."

"And what if I refuse?" she challenged, testing the ground.

Dane shrugged casually, his tone chillingly indifferent.

"Then I'll put you into a deep sleep and study your body instead. Your choice."

The thought of being dissected while unconscious sent a wave of unease through Poison Ivy. Reluctantly, she relented.

"Fine. I'll cooperate. But don't think for a second you can force me."

"As you wish," Dane said with a knowing smirk.

Poison Ivy's defiance faded slightly as her situation set in. She might have walked into this laboratory with her pride intact, but here, Dane was in full control.