Sukuna In Dc

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Location: Gotham's East End – Abandoned Courthouse (Two-Face Territory)

Time: 3:12 A.M

....

From the outside, the courthouse looked abandoned—graffiti, broken windows, and boarded doors. But inside? It was a fortress. Two-Face had set up a militarized hideout in the heart of Gotham, full of paranoia and punishment.

Guards with high-powered rifles patrolled the marble floors. Surveillance cameras buzzed in quiet corners. The air reeked of mold, old justice, and new crime.

On the rooftop across the street, Red Hood sat perched, scanning the perimeter through his scope.

"Place is crawling," he muttered through comms. "Expect fifty, maybe more. This isn't gonna be quiet."

"When am I ever quiet?" Livewire buzzed in through the earpiece, flipping midair as she floated above the powerlines nearby, her body crackling with soft electricity. "Just give me the word and I'll blow the whole grid for a mile."

"Not yet," Jason replied. "Harley, you in place?"

"YUP!" chirped a voice from below.

Inside a sewer grate directly beneath the courthouse, Harley Quinn was curled in a pink and blue crouch, gripping her bat and chewing strawberry gum.

"Smells like a rotting hotdog in here, but my bat's hungry, so let's get it started!"

Red Hood exhaled slowly. "Alright. Showtime."

...

Livewire shot forward, an electric streak slicing through the sky. She slammed into the power transformer across the street and absorbed the voltage in a single, flickering inhale. Streetlamps shattered. Security lights inside the courthouse dimmed. A few guards cursed as their gear fried.

"Oopsie~ blackout, boys," she teased.

Red Hood fired a grappling hook, zipped to the rooftop, then burst through the skylight with a crash. He landed boots-first on a thug's shoulders, caving in the man's spine with the force. Another guard reached for his gun—Red Hood spun, drew, and fired rubber rounds into his chest.

"Non-lethal," he muttered. "Jason's rules."

A BANG erupted from below.

"Mostly."

Just as alarms began to ring out—

BOOM!

The sewer grate exploded, flinging up a cloud of dust and filth.

Harley Quinn somersaulted out, landed in a split, and launched her bat into a guard's knee like a fastball. He screamed as his leg crumpled.

"ANDDDD SHE'S OUTTA THE SEWERS!" Harley declared like a ring announcer. "Badda-bing, badda-BOOM!"

Another thug tried to charge her—Harley used her gymnastic legs to flip over his shoulders, wrapped them around his neck, and slammed his face into the marble floor.

"Gotta admit," Red Hood said, kicking a baton into a thug's throat. "You're better than expected."

"Why thank ya, murder muffin," Harley grinned.

Livewire dove in through a blown window, crackling like a storm incarnate.

"Time for a little shock therapy, boys!"

She hurled electricity into the metal floor grates. Three men convulsed violently before collapsing.

"Okay maybe I overcooked those ones…"

"Focus! You can kill some, but not all, try to keep it moderate" Red Hood barked as a grenade rolled toward them.

Harley shouted, "FIRE IN THE—oh wait, I got this!"

She baseball-batted the grenade back through the hallway—it exploded mid-air, knocking back several guards like bowling pins.

Livewire giggled: "Harley, you are fun."

"Group hug later, Sparkplug!" Jason called, dropping a goon with a pistol whip. "We're not done yet!"

....

Inside the courtroom-turned-headquarters, Two-Face sat behind a pile of ledgers and maps. His operations were expanding, guns and drugs flowing through Gotham like blood. He stared at the blackout monitors, confused.

"What the hell's going on?"

A thug burst in.

"Boss! We're under attack—some lunatics! One with lightning, one in red armor, and...and a crazy chick with pigtails!"

Two-Face's coin flipped in his hand.

"Is this about Falcone? Maroni? Someone send these freaks?"

The doors burst open.

Harley cartwheeled in and threw her hammer across the room—it landed squarely on a bodyguard's face, smashing his nose inward.

Red Hood walked in behind her, guns raised.

Livewire hovered above, body pulsing with light.

Two-Face stood up. "Who the fuck sent you clowns?"

"Oh right!" Harley chimed. "We forgot to do the cool entrance line!"

Red Hood: "We're the ones cleaning up Gotham's waste."

Livewire: "Cursed Ones, baby."

Two-Face's coin hit the ground—scarred side up.

"Kill them all."

...

A war erupted.

Thugs swarmed in waves.

Red Hood was a machine—flipping between blades and bullets, disarming men with one move, killing others with another. A steel pipe was used to break someone's jaw, then deflect a blade, then impale someone else in the thigh.

"These guys are worse than the Jokers," he muttered. "Sloppier too."

Harley bounded across tables, smashing bottles into heads, spinning with glee.

"It's like prom night! But everyone's bleeding!"

Livewire fried a set of machine guns from range and caused an entire squad to shoot wildly at each other as their guns sparked and jammed.

"You boys ever hear of surge protectors?"

The three moved together now, an awkward but deadly synergy forming.

Harley tossed a chair—Red Hood used it as a springboard to leap-kick a thug.

Livewire zapped two running at Harley from behind.

"Thanks, Sparky!"

"Anytime, Crazy!"

Then—

BOOM.

A shotgun blast missed Harley by inches—she slid behind a desk.

"OKAY, TOO CLOSE!"

Red Hood threw a flashbang. "Cover your eyes."

BANG. FLASH.

They all moved in.

Two-Face tried to escape—Red Hood was faster.

He tackled the man to the floor, disarmed him, and stared coldly.

"You never even asked why we were here."

Two-Face, bloody, gasped. "Wh—why?"

Red Hood pulled the hammer back on his gun.

"Because Gotham deserves better."

BANG.

Two-Face slumped, lifeless....

The few remaining thugs dropped their weapons.

Jason holstered his guns and walked forward, bloodied but calm.

"Tell everyone…"

He looked around the ruined courtroom.

"The Cursed Ones are coming for every villain in Gotham. The cleanup has started."

The thugs ran.

....

A long convoy of vehicles rolled in.

Black SUVs. Tactical bikes. Trucks with Anderson Family emblems.

Men in dark suits poured into the remains of Two-Face's empire like a military operation.

At the front, smoking a Cuban cigar, was Alessandro Anderson.

He stepped onto the courthouse steps, gazed at the carnage, and smiled wide.

"Look at this...painting."

He turned to his men.

"Take everything. Guns, girls, money, rackets, drugs—everything now belongs to the Andersons. This is how you announce an empire."

Men surged forward. The banners of Two-Face were torn down. Andersons claimed it all.

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