The Master Plan(DC/Marvel/JJk)

(Note, Yes, I know Dc and Marvel are generally seen as incompatible due to the difference in moral attitudes, but trust me, and let me cook. If you want some reassurance, know this: The Civil war arc will be far worse than it was in the comics and movies.)

"I didn't want to be here. Not now. Not ever."

My voice came out tired. It's normally higher pitch going down a few octaves. Showing just how far the mask had slipped.

" But no. I should have expected this. Really I'm the idiot for thinking that I could just live a normal life. Especially in this world."

A low grunt of discomfort was the only response as my captive, still gagged tried to move. But he wouldn't be going anywhere. It was futile, and even if he did, does he really think I wouldn't slit his throat?

" Wait, that look in your eye. Do you really think your getting out of this alive? After you butchered my parents?"

With a barely held snarl I grip both sides of the chair he was strapped to. My Purple eyes staring into his green. I could feel the hidden amusement behind them.

" Is everything a joke to yo-no, that's a dumb question. Of course it is. That's your whole thing isn't it? Jokes."

I didn't care for the look the pale faced man gave me after my previous words. With a single gesture I made my displeasure known as shadowed portal conjured above his knee and a kitchen knife sped from the gate. The muffled groan of pain in response to the newest addition in his limb gave me no satisfaction.

Only a muffled sense of justice being served. For my parents, and the countless people the monster had killed.

" It's still amazing that you think your getting out of this alive. What, do you think your caped boyfriend is gonna save you? Maybe crash through the warehouse, kick my ass, and give you a slap on the wrist?" I say with a grand gesture toward our surroundings

It wasn't anything special. Just a random, abandoned, empty warehouse at Gotham's docks. And that was the point. This filth didn't deserve a grand death, nor one acknowledged by anyone worth anything.

Well that and it was practical. Didn't need any fan girls or boys crashing my party of two did we? Especially the fucker's eternal playmate.

" Oh? That is what you expect huh? Yeah, no. This time, you have no out. No deranged pet to free you. And most of all No caped crusader to save you. Batman is many things, but what he isn't, is Magic savvy."

A slight lie. What I do isn't magic. But it's close enough. He didn't deserve a full explanation anyway. Even this speech of mine was to ensure he died. Truly died. MInd, body, and soul.

Still, his eyes widened at my words. The truth of the situation finally weighed on him. He wasn't escaping this. Now, or ever.

Another gesture had a simple suppressed pistol dropped in my hand. I pointed it at my captive's head. Within the gun energy twisted and churned, ready to be used. The weapon was a worthwhile investment, and not bad for my first cursed object.

" Your life and death end here, joker."

The moment I felt his fear spike, I didn't hesitate. The Binding Vow I took to ensure his ultimate doom came into effect, wrapping my weapon in shadow. I felt the concentration of Cursed energy in the Gun skyrocket.

Then, when it reached it's peak. I fired.

Despite the suppressors on the gun, the loud bark of the weapon erupted in the warehouse. With it, shadows exploded in euphoria all around me. Below me I felt my own shadow shift into a chimera of beasts and figures, my second ability reacting in tandem with the gun fire.

Then, just like it hadn't happen at all, it all stopped. And the Clown Prince of Crime slumped over in his chair. A single bullet hole in his forehead.

" Finally, you three can rest in peace. Mum, Dad."

I spoke to no one in particular. Just letting it out. I also knew that the after-life exists, so maybe, just maybe, they're looking down at me with pride.

" Death, please take good care of my family. And hopefully you can forgive the absence of one soul."

What I had done wasn't just kill Joker. I destroyed his soul. There would be no after-life for him. Nor would there ever be any resurrection as this world tends to do.

He was truly well and gone.

Letting out a sigh I start the annoying process of hiding any and all evidence. Even going as far to wipe down the joker to ensure not a single particle of skin, hair, or DNA was anywhere. Their wasn't any, I made sure of that, but I needed to be certain.

My attire was similarly dumped within a shadow gate, never to be touched again as I left the warehouse. A more casual outfit consisting of black jeans, a white button up shirt, and a nice pair of grey sneakers. Being ever careful, a synthetic mask that confounds cameras and replaces my own face with another was slipped upton my head.

Again, it most likely wasn't needed, cameras hadn't been installed in these docks in half a decade, but precaution and paranoia was paramount when considering the likes of batman and his family.

Eventually I reached a car on the far side of the dock and got inside, started the ignition, and drove off . My destination, the edge of gotham, more particularly the swamps. The very same where Solomon grundy would manifest at some point in the future.

As I drove my thoughts wondered to how I got here. I didn't choose this path, it was thrusted upon me with impunity. And by path I mean my coming to this world- or rather this multiverse.

My name is Conrad Cruz, and this is not my first life, but my third.

In my first I had died a gruesome death. Killed by the very people I called friends. I do not blame them however, forced as they were. No one in that situation could be held liable for the actions taken to ensure the survival of the group.

I only hoped I served as a good meal for the hungry.

My second life was, arguably, better. For the first 18 years at least. Too little too late did I realize that particular world wasn't nearly as mundane like it presented itself.

It was there that I gained the ability to use cursed energy. My death there was particularly unfortunate. Having not managed to save everyone from the king of curses.

Again, not that I truly blamed myself. By time I even realized where I was and what I could do, the final fight was only a year away. How I managed to train myself up to the level I did was miraculous as it was.

Then there was this life. This time it was my fault my family rests in the afterlife. I will admit, after my last world I grew tired of fighting.

A year of training, fighting curses, and dealing with the politics of Jujitsu sorcerers might not sound like enough time to grow so tired, but those are the words of men and women who have never faced the horror I have. A lot can happen in a single year, especially in that world. I had seen more than men who make war their career.

Understandably I wanted a break. Stupidly, even knowing the world I'm in, knowing were I lived I believed there was nothing to worry about. Oh so quickly I had been swept up the awe factor of the various heroes and villains of this world that I had forgotten something important.

I, and by extension my family, did not have the love of fate like all those depicted in the books I had read in my formative years. At the age of twenty-one, I was an orphan, my family taken from me by the Mad clown that now laid dead by my hands. Despair threatened to overcome me.

Nearly it did, but instead something within me awoke. The ability to gain the cursed techniques of those in my last world.

Truthfully, it was this second awakening that gave me the confidence to do what I did and take care of the joker. Of course regardless of my new ability I could have done it, but similar to Batman, once I started instinctively I knew there would be no stopping myself. And without my knew technique… Well, I'm no fool, I stand no chance against some of the monsters in this universe.

In my last life, I managed to just barely become a grade one sorcerer. While impressive in my Second world, that wasn't much the case here. At best I'd be able to handle mid-tier villains.

Additionally my abilities had been diminished since my rebirth. In Jujitsu kaisen terms, right now I'd be on the high end of grade 2 sorcerers. As I am, In a straight up fight I'd handily lose to someone like Killer Croc 5/10 times. While batman and other equally terrifying opponents like Deathstroke or Bane would rock my shit eight ways to friday.

That'd change with time.

As I drove, I let my eyes wonder over the lackluster sights of Gotham. The whole city was a broken down mess. Every corner was a drug deal, every ally a murder, and every home a target for invasion.

Driving to the outskirts of the city only exasperated this further. If left to it's own devices I'm sure the car I drove would be gone by morning. In fact, I knew this applied to people as well.

This city was rotten. And it's caped crusader did nothing to change that.

My hands gripped the steering wheel tightly at the thought.

Oh sure, Batman and his posse stopped city ending threats all the time. They've saved more lives than I could reasonably count. I wasn't ungrateful for their contributions to society.

That isn't even contemplating the good done by the justice league.

However they, and by they I mean all heroes, are only fighting the symptoms. The disease is very much festering under the surface. Since I've been born in fact, it's only grown worse.

No, I'm not talking about villains. Nor am I talking about ever present threats like Darkside. Or the Countless organizations that seek world domination.

It was complacency.

The status quo of heroes, villains, and more has everyone stuck in a endless cycle. Meanwhile your average citizen has it in their mind that only the heroes can do anything. Everyone puts their destinies in the hands of others.

That… is unacceptable. Every man and woman should have their own destiny. To do otherwise is to take away a fundamental aspect of being human.

And I knew just how to take back that destiny. By not playing the game this world was so used to. It was time to flip the board on it's head in a way no one expects.

But first, I have to get rid of any more evidence linking me to Joker's murder.

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AN: Discussion feeds me.