The Man With A Dream pt8

A.n: From this point on shit's about to go down.

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Reality shifted and Penguin was no longer in his office.

Disoriented and confused Oswald hurriedly surveyed his surroundings.

Only to freeze as he did so.

Juveniles running amok, instructors watching with fond smiles and encouraging glances, and an academy building overlooking them in the distance.

This was a schoolyard.

But not just any schoolyard, it was his from when he was a child.

"How did I-" Penguin halted mid sentence as he listened to his own voice.

It was high pitched, youthful, inexperienced, and innocent.

Gradually Penguin cast his gaze at his own body.

Small cubby hands, young smooth skin, short stature, and an absence the body fat he's accumulated over the years.

His complexion paled.

He was a kid again.

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Alastor watched in amusement as Penguin slumped over in his seat dazed, lost in a realm built by him with the use of Dionysus.

To his sadistic pleasure, at the moment the Penguin was having a mild panic attack.

How fun.

Though he didn't anticipate Dionysus to be this effective on the Penguin-themed villain.

From what he had discerned during his experiments, he shouldn't possess the capacity to construct whole worlds in the minds of others yet.

Yet it appeared that only stood true for those still partially sane.

The more eccentric or twisted the mentalities of those he influences, the more substantial the strength of Dionysus.

With someone like Penguin, whose psyche was beyond rehabilitation, it made Alastor akin to a God in the manipulation of Oswald's mind.

Truly it was a remarkable ability. 

Casting his attention to Wesley, Alastor beamed at the man's handy work.

The two bodyguards that had chaperoned them to the office lay dead. Their blood pooled beneath them.

Both were slain by a brisk shot to the skull courtesy of Wesley.

Though, he wasn't done yet.

Alastor could hear the erratic footsteps of the remainder of Oswald's security force.

With what he inspired to accomplish an unexpected break in concentration could undo it all. He couldn't afford any interruptions with his new "project".

They would have to be dealt with.

" Wesley, be a dear and deal with the rabble downstairs. My current endeavor compels my utmost attention." Al said as he gestured toward the door.

Wesley's only response was a nod of consent and the reloading of his firearm.

However, before Wesley departed he was abruptly interrupted by Alastor.

He just had a marvelous idea!

Snapping his fingers, a contract materialized in Wesley's field of vision.

Taking it, Wesley read it aloud, his voice moving from confused to amazed as he did so.

"For the duration of twenty-four hours, all combatants executed by the signer of this pact will have all their capabilities, bodily strength, and combat capacity bestowed to both Carl Wesley, and the producer of this certificate. All earnings will be distributed equally between both parties, with the exception of any extraordinary abilities. In which case, all possible gains go to the author of this bond for their own manipulations and safekeeping. " Read aloud Wesley.

Wesley couldn't even form words at the moment. 

Alastor simply grinned at his associate's stunned state.

"Though differently than how I intended it, I did say I'd make you a threat to the entire Batfamily, did I not?" Asked with an enthusiastic smile.

Wesley slowly nodded before signing the contract with a pen he found laying on the floor.

The moment it was approved the agreement vanished in a gust of green flames.

Alastor laughed as he felt another link form between himself and Wesley as the pact was finalized.

" Oh, and be sure to deliver a show,"  Alastor said as Wesley headed downstairs.

He hoped his patron would appreciate watching a massacre.

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A/n: Next chapter is a fight scene. That's gonna be fun to write.

Also, the following chapters are going to show how much of a mind fuck Dionysus is in Alastor's hands.

Oh, and just for clarification for those who don't understand, the reason Alastor is messing with Penguin is because he doesn't want some rogue element ruining his "shows".

And despite Al's words, Penguin given the right circumstances, could be a credible threat to his plans.

After he finishes here, he will continue towards the THA.

Essentially this is a pit stop he took on a whim, that might help with his future plans.

Fun fact: I had honestly forgot about penguin until I started writing Al's interactions with the THA. Things just clicked from there and I ended up including Penguin in the story.

Anyway.

I demand your thoughts!