Resolution

Tonight's the night. I can feel it in the air, the whispers of the innocent blood shed, left to flow in the sewers, unpunished. Tonight's the night I finally avenge them. Tonight's the night I get to finally do my calling, culling the greatest evil in this city. I sighed emotionally as I parked my car outside a supposed abandoned warehouse.

Tonight's the night I finally dip my hands in human blood after weeks of acclimating to my new body. I was not always so psychotic. There was a time I was just a normal, nerdy young man who would get excited over the next episodes of every anime there was. My favorite was One Punch man, Saitama, duh. But, my naive little world bubble was burst when I was falsely accused of murder by my two best friends. I was found guilty and sentenced to life imprisonment in a federal prison.

I didn't survive two weeks in there. Between the constant beating, dick sucking and been raped, I honestly chose death. Only, I didn't get to kill myself, a jealous former squeeze of the inmate that's been tapping me shivved me to death. I was happy to finally be released of this torment.

Only, I didn't get the eternal rest I was waiting for. I met a ROB who told me I had so much hate in me he found it interesting. So, he offered me seven wishes and a chance to reincarnate. Hearing about that possibility, I simply could not stand that injustices like mine were happening and I was about to do something about it.

So, I asked for Zombie Man's immortality, Garou's martial talent, Bang and Bomb's abilities in their peak, Child Emperor's intelligence, Momo's quirk; Creation and finally Atomic Samurai's abilities at their peak. Armed with these, I was sure I would spread my Justice to whichever world I would be sent to.

Only, I was being sent to DC world. Among too tier worlds, this was among it. Even their heroes are no where being the top dogs of the verse and they are pretty terrifyingly powerful. But, with them came a lot of baggages in the form of villains and the likes. Nowhere innocents could suffer without justice been given to them like in any comic verse. So, with renewed determination, I set out.

The first day was rough, I had to be creative, create a well cut diamond in order to get enough money for shelter and food. I am not going to misuse my gifts and rob hard working earnest citizens. With shelter and food, came the preparation. Preparation to go out there and do what was necessary and get it all over with. And I knew the perfect place to start.

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"Nowhere can beat Gotham in dreariness," I said to myself as I looked at the pregnant clouds ready to burst open. I then adjusted the rear view mirror and looked at myself. I was an African American, late teens man with grey eyes. All those weeks of training had shaved off any semblance of childhood innocence I had as my eyes showed emotionlessness. I knew I was ready for this but little voices in his brain were asking him if what he was doing was really okay. He had no right to be judge, jury and executioner just because someone else hurt me.

"Just shut up!" I screamed at the voices, steeling myself in my resolve. I had to do this...No, I must do this. I sighed in resignation as I started wearing my suit.

The suit was actually adapted from Snake Eyes from G.I. Joe for I had never seen such a cool looking modern ninja before. It was made of Corbanite, a material I created myself thanks to Chil Emperor's intelligence. It was strong, extremely durable, light and very flexible. Using the quirk, Creation, I had made lots of Corbanite and used some to make this suit that was a hundred percent taken from Snake Eyes.

I had weapons on me, two damascus steel katanas, four damascus steel daggers, twelves tempered steel senbons, twenty three steel shirikens, a self made pistol that had the power of a hand canon, four full magazines for it, three flashbangs and a dozen smoke bombs.

Taking a deep breath to steel myself to the oncoming task, I put on my mask and I was finally ready to start my career. I got out of the car, locked it behind me before rushing to the warehouse. I was fast, not Flash fast, but fast enough to not even be perceived by normal human eyes when I was not even trying to go all out.

Acrobatically, I scaled a wall to an opened window sixteen feet in the air. I heaved myself through it before pouncing on a metal beam, landing with the agility of a feline. Getting my foothold, I pressed on my ear and the suit's Heads Up Display came online. I selected thermal imaging and my entire sight was changed to show everything's current heat signature.

"Quite a few of them," I said to myself as I marked all the human figures displayed in the thermal imaging. I unsheathed one dagger then got to work.

I stalked the first person, quiet like death. I am sure they never knew how they died as a fast and firm stab to his head, the Damascus blade cutting through his skull like tofu. His body froze up and I caught it before it fell, putting it down gently. I nodded to myself, immediately gulping down the feeling of disgust that almost made me chunder.

My work was not done and I refuse to leave it incomplete. I made a resolution never to be a quitter in this new life. So, like the darkness itself, my suit could absorb all light that hit it and not reflect back, making me invisible in the darkness. I stalked my next victim, killing him with two stabs to the neck and one through his chest and into his heart.

The next one had his neck snapped, my strength enough that I almost ripped his head right off his neck. With each kill, I became efficient and faster till all the goons were gone and only the head honcho was left. I was standing out his door, contemplating whether I was ready for this before opening it and walking in. I deactivated my thermal sensors as the heat signature in front of me morphed to Gotham's prince of crimes, Joker.

...

"Well well well, lookie what we have here!" Joker said with a madness induced snicker. He picked up a dagger from the table beside him, arming himself. "I thought ninjas were not real."

Talking with him was not going to be conducive so I just opted for combat. I immediately hurled three senbons at his forehead, adam's apple and chest simultaneously while my other hand took out two smoke bombs. Joker was a very skilled fighter, Batman's and his constant fighting had made sure of that. To his credit, he had blocked the senbons that aimed for his vitals, head and throat. The third senbon hit his chest, puncturing through cleanly, leaving a bleeding mess.

Joker had moved his body just in time to save himself and he was about to gloat to his adversary when he heard three pops and smoke quickly covered everything. He became serious and alert, arming himself with a pistol in his other hand. Batman had used this tactic on him numerous times and it always got him.

Suddenly, a sharp pain assaulted him, making him look at his left hand that was now a blessing stump! It had been cut cleanly from the shoulder and spurting blood like it was a stream. Joker was confused at first before panic set in. He had always seen himself as a true master of combat due to beating Batman on occasions. He had thought nobody would harm him when it came to a fist fight between normal humans so it was quite a shocker when he found his left hand had been cut off!

"Wait, wait, wait!" he screamt in panic as he fell out of dizziness from so much blood loss. "Listen, I'm sure we can come to some sort of understanding here. I am willing to listen to any..."

He did not get to finish his words for two shirikens suddenly appeared in front of him, lodging themselves on his right hand shoulder as the other tore three his right leg's tendon. Joker knew he was crippled! What kind of joke was this? I came out of the smoke, katana in one hand looking down at him.

"Who are you? What did I ever do to you?" Joker asked in between raspy breathing. His vision was becoming blurry, I could just tell.

"You existed!" I answered. I could see his eyes widening in disbelief as I slashed at him, a hundred times in just a second! He just continued looking at me dumbly for three more seconds then his entire body burst into literal minced flesh.

"Haaah!" I let out a breath I never knew I was holding as I felt some release from this encounter. I caught Joker off guard, I knew. If he had more time to prepare, I'm sure it would have never been this easy. But, the deed is done and I had baptized my career with the blood of the most heinous criminal in the world. I guess this counts as good luck to my future endeavors. And, just like the wind, I was gone as suddenly as I came.