DC: My Name Is Not Billy Batson [New]

Killer Croc glared viciously at Catwoman.

"As long as she gives me my money back!" he growled.

"I told you, Poison Ivy deceived us all!" Catwoman shot back, her frustration evident. "The money's gone—long gone!"

She was growing exasperated. Why couldn't this brute understand her? But Batman, watching silently from the sidelines, understood the situation.

Croc wasn't brute—he was desperate. What truly frightened him wasn't just the loss of the money, but the promise Poison Ivy had made: a cure for his condition, a chance to become normal. The fear of losing that hope had him spiraling into rage.

Batman stepped forward and grabbed Killer Croc firmly by the shoulder.

"Calm down, Croc," he said in a commanding tone. "I'll get to the bottom of this for you."

He locked eyes with batman. "But until then, you need to go back to prison and wait for my news."

Killer Croc hesitated, his anger simmering. "You promise?" he growled.

"I promise," Batman assured him.

Reluctantly, Killer Croc quieted down. Moments later, the sound of rotor blades filled the air as a helicopter descended onto the rooftop. From the aircraft, a tall Black woman in a sharp suit emerged: Amanda Waller.

Waller had risen to prominence recently, leveraging her connections, including her alliance with Hawkman, to secure a powerful position. Hawkman, after a failed operation in the South American jungles, had become suspicious of Umbrella's activities and sought Waller's help in uncovering their secrets.

Though Carter Hall (Hawkman) prided himself on being technologically advanced, even he couldn't crack Umbrella's firewall, a system far beyond his capabilities. Frustrated, he turned to Waller, knowing her influence and resources could be invaluable.

Amanda saw potential in the partnership. As a wealthy, reincarnated hero, Carter's financial resources were staggering, and Waller wasn't one to turn down such an opportunity. The alliance strengthened Amanda's position and brought her closer to the Justice Society.

One of Amanda's first initiatives was to propose a special prison for super-criminals with extraordinary abilities. Killer Croc was among her intended targets.

Batman didn't trust Amanda. Her unbridled ambition was dangerous, and she made no effort to conceal it. But for now, she represented official authority, and he had no choice but to tolerate her.

"I wish you'd inform us next time, Batman," Amanda said, her tone dripping with sarcasm as she approached.

Batman's gaze was icy. "Just handle your business, Waller. Don't think for a second you run my city."

Amanda ignored his barb, shifting her focus to Catwoman.

"Catwoman, your actions here constitute a serious crime—"

"She's not a criminal!" Batman interrupted sharply. His tone left no room for argument. "Catwoman is a key informant in this case, and she's coming with me."

Amanda's eyes narrowed, warned him. "Batman, don't forget—you're not law enforcement. You have no legal authority to investigate or enforce the law."

Batman didn't bother responding. He didn't care for her warnings or her threats. Without another word, he grabbed Catwoman by the arm, fired his grappling hook, and vanished into the night with her in tow.

Amanda stood on the rooftop, watching them disappear with a grim expression.

"Take him away," she finally ordered, pointing at Killer Croc, who lay restrained on the ground.

Her agents moved quickly, loading Croc onto the helicopter as Amanda turned her attention back to her plans, her mind thinking on her next move.

Batman didn't take Amanda seriously at all. Despite her recent promotion, she still lacked the gravitas to earn his respect.

Relying on the clues provided by Catwoman, Batman quickly located Poison Ivy's hideout: a sprawling botanical garden teeming with lush, exotic plants. It was the perfect lair for Poison Ivy, her influence evident in every inch of the verdant stronghold.

When Batman and Catwoman arrived, Poison Ivy was calmly tending to her plants, assisting with flower pollination.

"Poison Ivy," Batman called out.

Ivy looked up at them nonchalantly, unfazed. "You have time to visit me?" she quipped with a sly smile. "I thought you'd still be at Nightwing's side by now."

Before Batman could respond, Catwoman stepped forward. "You used me! You controlled me to steal for you!"

Poison Ivy tilted her head, her expression mocking. "Oh, my dear Selina," she said sweetly. "Accusations are meaningless without proof. How can you prove that I did such a thing?"

Her gaze shifted to Batman, a sly grin playing on her lips. "What about you, great Batman? Do you have proof? Or are you simply taking the word of a thief?"

Her dismissive tone enraged Catwoman. Unable to hold back, she lunged forward, aiming a kick at Poison Ivy.

But just as her leg was about to connect, a figure dropped from the sky and caught her ankle in an unyielding grip.

Catwoman gasped in pain, her attempts to free herself futile. The hand restraining her felt like iron.

Batman's eyes narrowed, his mind racing as he recognized their new enemy "Superman," he muttered.

Poison Ivy smirked, her confidence growing. "That's right, Batman," she said, her voice dripping with satisfaction. She reclined against a massive vine that held her aloft, gazing down at her adversaries.

At this point, Superman was young, unguarded, and, unfortunately, susceptible to Ivy's manipulations. Her pheromones had ensnared him, turning the Kryptonian into her pawn.

"Kill them," Poison Ivy ordered coldly, pointing at Batman and Catwoman.

Clark's expression flickered, a struggle evident in his eyes. "R...run..." he managed to mutter.

But Ivy's control tightened. His eyes glowed red. "Heat vision!"

Batman reacted instantly, grabbing Catwoman and rolling out of the way as two scorching beams incinerated the spot where they had been standing. The ground cracked and smoldered from the impact.

"What is he?" Catwoman gasped, staring wide-eyed at their towering foe.

Batman didn't respond. His hands moved swiftly, activating a mechanism on his suit. Two small canisters detached from his utility belt and landed in the crevices of the surrounding plants.

"What are you doing?" Catwoman whispered, her voice a mix of curiosity and fear.

Before she could get an answer, the canisters burst open, releasing a cloud of pungent gas that filled the air. Poison Ivy's smug expression vanished, replaced by fury. "Stop them"

She yelled at Superman to stop using his heat vision, realizing the gas could ignite and destroy her entire botanical garden.

Once again, Batman had found her weak spot.

As the gas spread, Batman and Catwoman emerged wearing breathing masks. Poison Ivy's anger boiled over as she tried to order Superman to attack.

But Batman raised an igniter in his hand, his voice cold and calculating. "You can give the order," he said, his tone daring, "but let's see who's faster—your puppet or me."

For a moment, Poison Ivy hesitated, torn between her rage and the risk to her beloved plants.

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