DC: A Cop in Gotham

Chapter 75: I want to turn you as my Farm Tool!

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"Little policeman, you don't think you can escape from my grasp, do you? You think I can't do what Ivy could do back then?"

The entire forest was an extension of Poison Ivy's senses, her eyes and ears. Every leaf, every creeping vine, and every sprawling root was hers to command. No matter how fast Dean moved or how many paths he took, he was merely running in circles on her Five Fingers Mountain.

Her body seamlessly merged into the dense root network beneath the ground, vanishing like mist into the earth itself. In the blink of an eye, she materialized directly in front of Dean, rising from the roots as if the forest itself had exhaled her back into existence.

"Have you run enough?" Her lips curled into a smirk, eyes glowing with primal power.

Dean exhaled sharply, lowering Ivy from his arms and rolling his shoulders. "This isn't running. It's called a tactical retreat."

He wasn't trying to escape—he was looking for an opening.

Brushing off the dirt from his sleeves, Dean touched the hourglass symbol on his arm, activating the Omnitrix. His body crackled with energy as he willed a transformation, the familiar surge of power coursing through him. His form shifted, skin darkening to the monstrous hues of the Dimension Demon. His two massive palms ignited with green hellfire, casting an eerie glow around the forest floor. The temperature seemed to drop, but the presence of his infernal flames made the atmosphere thick with an unnatural heat.

"Deduct plant and get hellfire," he muttered, flexing his clawed fingers, letting the emerald flames dance between them.

However, before he could even take a step, Poison Ivy's entire demeanor changed. Her smugness evaporated, her pupils constricting with pure, unfiltered terror. Her lips parted, but no words came out at first. Then, without hesitation, she bolted—not a strategic retreat, not a calculated movement.

But a full-fledged, uproot-the-entire-forest-and-run-for-her-life kind of fleeing.

The ground beneath them trembled violently as deep-rooted plants ripped themselves from the soil, pulling free in a desperate attempt to retreat alongside her. Looking down from the sky, one would see a jagged brown scar in the once-unbroken sea of green, like a patch of alopecia in an otherwise lush jungle.

Dean stood dumbfounded, his flickering hellfire momentarily forgotten. He had expected resistance, an all-out battle, maybe even an alliance between Poison Ivy and the Green of All Things to crush him—but not this.

"What the hell…?" he muttered, blinking at the absurdity before him.

Then, as if things weren't bizarre enough, he turned to see Ivy hiding behind a massive tree trunk, peeking out cautiously from fifty meters away.

His jaw twitched. "You too?!"

Ivy flinched, hesitated, and then slowly stepped out from behind the tree. But her usual calm, confident expression was nowhere to be found. There was no teasing, no challenge—just wide, fearful eyes locked onto his transformed figure.

Before he could question her, Poison Ivy's escape suddenly halted. Instead of continuing her mad dash, she teleported directly to Ivy's side through the root system. But instead of preparing to attack or strategize, she did something completely unexpected—

She clung to Ivy's arm, trembling like a terrified child.

"It's the Great Demon King… He is actually the Great Demon King!" Poison Ivy's voice cracked as she stared at Dean, her expression bordering on hysteria. Her hands gripped Ivy's sleeves like a lifeline, as if letting go would spell doom. "Why did you bring him here?!"

Dean nearly choked on his own breath. What the hell just happened to the power dynamic?

This was Poison Ivy, the self-proclaimed queen of all plant life, who had just declared her sovereignty over the Green. This was the woman who had tried to crush him with an entire forest just moments ago.

And now… she was shaking like a leaf?

"Ivy, what the hell is going on?"

"Didn't her brain regenerate completely? Is she hallucinating?"

Ivy hesitated, still watching him warily, before finally stepping forward. She didn't get too close but moved within speaking distance, her voice carefully measured.

"No… It's not her fault." She exhaled slowly. "Dean, do you remember what I told you before? About the vision the Green of All Things transmitted to me?"

Dean's mind immediately recalled it—a red figure standing on the ruins, with three dim lights floating before him. A mysterious prophecy that had been passed to Ivy through the connection to the Green.

Realization slammed into him like a freight train.

"Wait. You're telling me that you both think I'm Trigon?"

Ivy gave a small, almost reluctant nod.

Poison Ivy, still clinging to Ivy, didn't wait for further explanation. Her panic only grew. "It's not a thought—it's the truth!" she nearly shouted. "The image the Green of All Things showed us… it was exactly your current appearance!"

Dean stared at them, his six eyes blinking slowly.

"…You're joking."

Poison Ivy's breathing was shallow. Her hands dug into Ivy's arms, her knuckles white. "You are the demon who makes all things green tremble!"

Silence stretched between them, thick and suffocating.

Dean's lips parted, then closed. He exhaled through his nose, rubbing his temples with clawed fingers.

"I… I saved the world. I literally saved the world from that bastard. And now you're telling me that I'm actually the prophesied Great Demon King?"

His voice was flat, utterly unamused.

The universe had a sick sense of humor.

Dean let out a bitter chuckle, shaking his head. "Unbelievable."

He lifted his hands, looking at the flickering green flames dancing across his palms. These very flames had burned away the Trigon's tyranny, had saved countless lives, had purified Gotham from its influence.

And yet, the same flames were now the reason the very force of nature itself feared him.

"I saved the world…" Dean muttered, his jaw tightening. His voice dropped to a murmur, almost a whisper to himself.

"…But now I'm the villain?"

The irony was suffocating.

Prophecies were utter bullshit.

Because prophecies cannot be changed, they function like an observer effect. The original future is fluid, uncertain, and full of possibilities, but the moment a prophecy is made, the timeline starts solidifying, making the predicted outcome inevitable. This is why Dean has never sought out Madame Xanadu or anyone else to divine his future—knowing the future doesn't grant freedom; it sets an unchangeable fate in motion.

And right now, that fate was labeling him as the Great Demon King.

"No, Dean, she's right. You might actually be the devil in the prophecy."

Dean's stomach twisted slightly as Ivy, of all people, agreed with Poison Ivy.

Poison Ivy's expression lit up with triumph. "Exactly! See? Even she understands it!"

Dean wasn't sure if Ivy was genuinely on her side or if Poison Ivy was just excited that someone else shared her perspective for once.

Ivy folded her arms, analyzing the situation calmly. "Think about it. The two newly born elemental forces—Wrath of the Earth and Blue of the Sea—are Groudon and Manaphy. And who do they answer to?" She gestured toward Dean. "They're both yours."

Dean's brows furrowed.

"Then, there's me and the May Queen," Ivy continued. "That makes three colors of light already present in the prophecy."

Dean's pulse quickened. Now that she pointed it out, it did sound way too convenient. Manaphy follows only his orders, Groudon is practically indebted to him, and even Ivy and Poison Ivy seemed to react to his presence instinctively.

Was it all really under his control?

Dean shook his head hard. "No. No way. That prophecy is wrong. I'm not the villain here! I don't have some evil master plan to destroy the world! I'm a good guy, through and through!"

His voice was louder than necessary, as if trying to convince himself as much as them.

Poison Ivy narrowed her eyes. "A 'good guy'?"

She let out a slow, sarcastic chuckle. "Dean, let's review your track record, shall we? You've made secret deals with the Penguin, had private meetings with Orm—the former Aquaman who just happens to be a crime lord—got involved with Harley Quinn, and just had a fight with Batman yesterday. Do you really think you're in any position to call yourself 'good'?"

Dean opened his mouth. Then paused.

Well… damn.

"I mean… those things sound bad when you say them all together like that," he muttered.

Poison Ivy smirked. "That's because they are bad, little policeman."

Before Dean could argue, she suddenly pulled Ivy behind her protectively. "And now that we know the truth, you'll stay away from my Ivy from now on!"

Dean blinked. "Wait, wait, when did she become 'your' Ivy?! That switch was way too fast!"

Poison Ivy ignored him completely and grasped Ivy's hands in her own. "Ivy, listen to me. We are the last line of defense against this terrifying demon. We must work together to keep him from destroying everything!"

Dean stared at the two of them, feeling his last brain cell struggle for survival.

Poison Ivy was completely convinced the prophecy would come true, and no amount of logic was going to change her mind. Which meant…

Maybe it was time to lean into it.

A slow grin spread across Dean's face, his six hellish eyes gleaming with mischief.

"…Oh, I see now."

He took a deliberate step forward, lowering his voice to a chilling whisper.

"Jiejie… I never expected you to see through my disguise so quickly," he sneered, his voice dripping with theatrical villainy. "But it looks like I can stop pretending now. That's right. I am the Great Demon King, and I will turn you all as my Farm Tools!"

A gust of wind howled through the trees.

Dean wasn't sure if it was the wind responding to his dramatic monologue or if Poison Ivy's fear had just triggered the environment, but damn, did it set the scene perfectly.

Ivy rubbed her temples, already regretting her life choices.

Poison Ivy, however, took the bait instantly. Her expression twisted into fury. "The Green of All Things will never bow to evil!"

She slammed her hands against the ground, and the entire forest roared to life.

The trees bent and twisted together, merging into a colossal, hundred-foot-tall giant, its wooden limbs thick as skyscrapers. Hundreds of vines spiraled around its massive form, and green energy pulsed through its veins like lightning.

Dean… stared up.

"…Huh."

He looked down at his two tiny flames.

Then back up at the massive forest titan.

Then back down at his flames.

"…Okay. I might have overdone it."

Poison Ivy raised her arm, ready to command the titan to crush him, when—

"I SURRENDER!"

The words came not from Dean, but from Poison Ivy herself.

In a blink, the massive tree giant collapsed like a deck of cards.

Dean could only watch in stunned silence as Poison Ivy abandoned the fight entirely—and latched onto Ivy's waist like an octopus.

Her legs wrapped around Ivy's torso, her arms squeezed Ivy's shoulders, and she buried her face in Ivy's neck like a frightened child.

"Ivy!!" Poison Ivy wailed. "Why did you bring him here?! You said you'd protect me from scary things!"

Dean's entire sense of reality shattered.

"…Excuse me, what just happened?"

Poison Ivy, the May Queen, the one who just moments ago tried to crush him with an entire forest, got cold feet.

Again.

Ivy let out a tired sigh, pinching the bridge of her nose. "Dean, I know she inherited my… old habits," she muttered, "but I think being stuck here alone for too long has made her condition worse."

Dean dragged a hand down his face.

"Ivy," he said slowly, exhaustion creeping into his voice, "I know this is a weird situation, but can you PLEASE tell me what the hell just happened?"

The scene was unreal.

One second, Poison Ivy was ready to fight to the death. The next, she was clinging to Ivy like a scared cat.

Was he really that terrifying?

Or…

Dean suddenly smirked, an idea forming in his mind.

He lowered his voice again, letting his hellfire flicker just slightly.

"So… Poison Ivy," he murmured, tilting his head with a knowing smile. "Are you sure you don't want to kneel and pledge loyalty to your new Demon King?"

Poison Ivy let out an inhuman shriek and buried herself further into Ivy's embrace.

Dean burst out laughing. Now this was just too easy.

Ivy's face turned pale, her chest rising and falling rapidly, despite the fact that her plant-based body didn't even require lungs to breathe. "Dean, you… you better not transform like this in front of me in the future."

Her voice was shaky, her fingers curling slightly as if trying to grasp something solid. But what could she hold onto? Her own body was betraying her—her instincts screamed at her to run.

Because she saw it.

The prophecy, the one etched into the Green of All Things, the vision passed down to her, was no longer some distant nightmare. It was standing right in front of her.

The red demon.

His six hellish eyes burned with unholy fire, and in his hand, he grasped the red, blue, and green lights of creation. The colors pulsed, vivid and overpowering, illuminating the world like an eerie aurora.

His other hand stretched forward, reaching—not for salvation, not for peace—but for domination.

Beneath his feet lay the shattered ruins of the Justice League.

Their once-powerful symbols, known and feared across the universe, lay broken and scattered like worthless relics. Superman's torn cape fluttered among the debris. The shattered cowl of Batman lay in pieces. The golden lasso of Wonder Woman was snapped in two, frayed ends barely clinging to existence.

And then, something even more terrifying happened.

The demon's head turned slightly, just a fraction. His burning gaze acknowledged her.

He knew she was looking at him and yet… he chose to ignore her. As if she wasn't even worth his attention.

Ivy's breath hitched. Her knees nearly buckled. The sheer weight of the prophecy was suffocating, overlapping with reality in a way that made her question if she was still awake or if she had already fallen into the future's grip.

Then, just as quickly as it came, the vision snapped away. Ivy gasped, staggering slightly, barely aware that she had clutched her own chest in reflex.

Dean had already changed back. The suffocating presence disappeared, and Ivy could finally move again. But the lingering ghost of that image refused to leave her mind. Even as she exhaled in relief, Poison Ivy remained frozen in place, staring at him with unblinking intensity.

For the first time since she had been reborn, she refused to step any closer to him.

The fear of fire was one thing. The fear of inevitable fate was another.

Dean noticed the tension, but instead of pushing them on the subject, he smirked lightly, crossing his arms.

"Well then," he said, his voice deceptively casual. "Now that we've established 'I'm your worst nightmare', let's discuss the issue of being my Farm Tool."

"..!!!" Posion Ivy crawled back deep in Ivy's arm.

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