Chapitre 20: Destruction
The world was a battlefield, and Bruce knew the best way to win a war was to strike from multiple angles. He and Harley split up, each taking on a series of Magneto's key installations. If they could dismantle enough of his infrastructure, they'd force his hand, making him lift the barrier around Wakanda and allowing Cable and the others to strike at Shuri's location.
Harley had gone rogue in Eastern Europe. Bruce trusted her to create chaos in the way only she could—disrupting supply lines, sabotaging resources, and leaving a trail of destruction in her wake. He, on the other hand, moved with precision across South America and Africa, targeting communication hubs and power grids, each one critical to Magneto's global operations.
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The night air was cold as usual. Harley Quinn landed before one of Magneto's largest logistics hubs, deep in the Carpathian Mountains. Snow covered the ground, but the cold didn't bother her. Not with her Kryptonian-enhanced blood pumping through her veins. The facility in front of her was massive, just like the one she saw on that island. The reinforced steel walls, giant gates, and armed guards patrolled the perimeter. But all Harley saw was a playground for chaos.
"What the?!" One of the guards shouted, drawing his weapon. "It's her! It's Quinn! Bitch blew up the lab. Activate the defense system."
"Yeah, that's right! And guess what, boys? I brought my favorite toy!" Harley shouted, raising her mallet high before swinging it down, obliterating the nearest truck in a shower of sparks and twisted metal. The guards opened fire, but Harley was already moving faster than anything they ever faced, dodging bullets with superhuman speed, laughing the whole time.
"What the hell is she?!" The guards yelled.
"Come on, now! Is that the best ya got?" she teased, flipping over a stack of crates and smashing her mallet into the ground, sending a shockwave that knocked several guards off their feet. "I thought Magneto had tougher goons. You guys are makin' this too easy!"
One of the guards, a mutant with the power to generate force fields, came forward, a glowing blue barrier forming around him. "I'm gonna smash you up, bitch!"
Harley paused, cocking her head to the side. "Ooooh, look at you with your fancy bubble! Let's see how long it lasts!"
She launched herself at the force field, hammer swinging. The mutant braced himself, but when Harley's mallet connected, the impact shattered the barrier like glass. The mutant stumbled back in shock just as Harley grabbed him by the collar, pulling him close.
"Nice try, though!" she whispered before tossing him into a wall, knocking him out cold. She dusted off her hands and looked around. "Now, where's that supply depot?"
More guards were closing in, but Harley didn't slow down. She bounded over the concrete walls with ease, smashing down into the middle of the courtyard where trucks full of weapons and supplies were being loaded. The drivers panicked as she landed, abandoning their posts.
"Time to make some fireworks!" she giggled, reaching into her jacket to pull out a handful of explosives. She tossed them onto the trucks with a flourish, skipping away as they stuck to the vehicles like magnets. She wanted to use her heat vision, but the burning sensation was too much and she didn't like that painful feeling and itchy eyes. Thus, the good old explosives.
"Hey, Bats always says to 'prep for contingencies,'" Harley muttered with a mock-serious tone, imitating Bruce's gravelly voice as she planted the charges. "Well, here's my contingency!"
The first explosion rocked the base.
"Tehehehehehe! NOW THIS IS FUN!" Harley couldn't help but burst into laughter as trucks went up in flames, sending shrapnel and debris flying in every direction. She somersaulted away from the fireball, landing on top of a nearby stack of crates as the second blast followed, shaking the ground.
The guards were in full panic mode now, scrambling to contain the damage. Several more mutants arrived on the scene, their powers lighting up the night—one shooting flames from his hands, another with telekinetic abilities trying to hurl debris at Harley.
"Ohhh, now we're talking!" Harley shouted, dodging the telekinetic's attack with ease. She cartwheeled through the air, twisting out of the way as flaming projectiles hurtled toward her. "But ya know what? You boys shoulda stayed home tonight!"
She leaped high into the air, coming down hard with her mallet on the telekinetic mutant, driving him into the ground with a resounding thud. "Sorry! Guess your powers weren't enough to stop me, huh?"
The flames crackled as the fire-wielding mutant charged at her, unleashing a wave of heat. Harley stood her ground, letting the fire engulf her, grinning wildly as it licked harmlessly against her Kryptonian-enhanced skin.
"You think I'm scared of a little heat?" she taunted, stepping out of the flames unscathed. "You're gonna need a lot more than that to roast me, pal!"
With a laugh, she hurled her mallet at the fire mutant, the force of the impact splattered him on the wall behind him. "Eeww! Gross!" Harley retrieved her mallet, swinging it over her shoulder and surveying the destruction she'd caused.
Most of the facility was in ruins now, smoke billowing into the night sky. Trucks and equipment were nothing more than twisted metal, and the remaining guards were retreating, realizing they stood no chance against her.
"Aw, c'mon! Don't run away!" Harley called after them, wiping some soot from her cheek. "I was just getting warmed up!"
She spotted the supply depot in the distance—rows of warehouses filled with weapons, ammo, and gear that Magneto's forces desperately needed to keep their war machine going. She sprinted toward it, smashing through the doors like they were nothing. Inside, she found crate upon crate of high-tech weaponry—energy rifles, explosives, and even prototype Sentinel components.
"Time to blow 'em up!" Harley's eyes gleamed with excitement as she planted charges all around the depot, whistling to herself. "Magneto's gonna be real mad when he finds out I trashed his little toy box," she muttered, setting the last charge before stepping back to admire her work. When it comes to blowing things up, everyone can count on Harley.
Just as she was about to hit the detonator, a voice crackled through her comm. "Harley, status update."
It was Bruce. Of course, he was calm as ever.
"Oh, y'know, just having the time of my life over here, Brucey!" Harley replied, flipping her hair back. "I've blown up, like, half the place already. You shoulda seen it! Fire, explosions, the works! I'm about to blow the depot now."
"Good. Make it quick and move to the next target. And stop playing with the mutants, Harl, please."
Harley pouted. "Aw, don't be such a buzzkill! Can't a girl enjoy a little destruction before movin' on?"
"Just stay focused."
"Yeah, yeah, I got it." Harley flew up into the sky and pressed the detonator. "Boom!"
The depot exploded in a massive fireball, lighting up the night sky for miles.
"Alrighty! Time to destroy the next one..." She flew toward her next target with a satisfied grin on her face. She was truly happy. Why? What could be more fun for Harley Quinn than blowing things up, causing chaos, and making people's lives miserable? Well, evil people to be precise. She knew that everything she was doing was helping to bring Magneto down, so, what if she had a bit of fun on the way?
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[South America]
The jungle was dense, thick with humidity and the sounds of wildlife, but none of it registered with Bruce Wayne as he approached the hidden base deep within the heart of the Amazon. His eyes were fixed ahead, his gait slow but steady. Unlike Harley, who reveled in the chaos and theatrics of her destruction, Bruce was cold, calculating. There was no need for flair or spectacle. His mission was simple: total obliteration.
The base, camouflaged within the thick canopy of trees and vines, was one of Magneto's primary South American outposts. A sprawling complex fortified with high-tech defenses, weaponry, and reinforced walls. But to Bruce, it was just another target—one that would crumble under the weight of his power.
The moment he stepped out of the tree line, the automated defense systems came to life. Turrets swiveled in his direction, glowing with the hum of energy. The jungle itself seemed to awaken, sensor drones emerging from the foliage, targeting Bruce with deadly precision.
He didn't stop walking.
The first volley of plasma fire rained down, but Bruce barely even blinked. His body absorbed the blasts with ease, the energy dissipating harmlessly against his Kryptonian-enhanced skin. His expression remained unchanged, calm as ever.
With a flicker of red in his eyes, Bruce let loose his heat vision, slicing through the air like twin beams of molten energy. The first turret exploded in a ball of flame before the second could even lock on. His heat vision cut through the thick jungle foliage and metal alike, turning anything in his path into slag. Bruce moved forward, indifferent to the destruction.
The base was now fully aware of his presence. Alarms blared, and soldiers scrambled, rushing to defend their position. Magneto's forces had anticipated a possible attack, but nothing could have prepared them for this. Bruce was a walking force of nature.
As he crossed into the base's outer perimeter, soldiers opened fire with energy rifles and heavy artillery. Missiles streaked toward him, leaving trails of smoke in the air. But Bruce didn't bother to dodge. He kept walking, his hands at his sides, his gaze fixed on the main building ahead.
Each missile that reached him was vaporized in a flash of red heat. His eyes swept over the soldiers, and in seconds, the battlefield was engulfed in a blaze. Explosions ripped through the base as heat vision carved through buildings and defenses alike, reducing fortified walls to smoldering rubble.
The soldiers' faces were etched with disbelief as Bruce walked through the wreckage of their assault without breaking stride. One brave soldier fired a rocket launcher, hoping to land a shot while Bruce's attention was on the other side of the base. But Bruce didn't even turn. His heat vision arced sideways, melting the rocket mid-air and incinerating the launcher before the soldier could even blink.
He pressed onward, straight through the chaos.
There was no hesitation in his movements as he advanced toward the central command tower. The base, once a formidable fortress, was rapidly becoming a smoldering graveyard. Explosions rumbled behind him, but Bruce didn't glance back. He walked calmly through the debris, heat vision continuing to cut down anything that dared stand in his way.
Ahead, a group of Magneto's elite mutant forces blocked his path, their powers activated and ready. One of them, a mutant with the ability to create energy shields, formed a massive barrier in front of the tower. Beside him, another mutant manipulated the earth, raising thick stone walls to fortify their position.
Bruce stopped for the first time, his eyes narrowing slightly as he assessed the situation. The mutants braced themselves, ready for an all-out assault. But Bruce wasn't going to waste time with theatrics.
With one quick glance, his heat vision erupted again, burning through the air and slamming into the energy shield. The mutant holding the shield grunted, struggling to maintain the barrier under the intense pressure of the attack. But it didn't matter. Within seconds, the shield buckled and collapsed, and the beam cut straight through the mutant's defenses.
The stone walls crumbled next, turning to molten slag under the sheer heat of Bruce's attack. The remaining mutants scrambled to fight back, but it was futile. In a matter of moments, they were overwhelmed—some knocked unconscious by collapsing debris, others taken down by the sheer shockwave of Bruce's devastating power.
He didn't linger. With the path clear, Bruce entered the command tower, walking straight through the heavy metal doors like they were tissue paper. Inside, the nerve center of the base buzzed with activity—computers, screens, and communication systems all linked to Magneto's global network.
Without a word, Bruce unleashed his heat vision once again, sweeping the room. Equipment melted instantly, sparks flying as control panels short-circuited and exploded. A few technicians inside the tower bolted for the exits, but Bruce ignored them. They weren't important.
What mattered was that this base—and everything it represented—was wiped from the map.
As the final blast of heat vision destroyed the last of the base's infrastructure, Bruce paused for a moment, letting the silence settle in. The once-formidable outpost now lay in ruins, smoke rising from the craters where buildings once stood. His mission here was complete.
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