章節 26: CH : 23 Deal With Little Devil

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With the petal pillow propped up behind my back, we laid there, and I waited for her to put her thoughts together.

"Why haven't you died yet?" Ivy asked with her chin propped up on my chest.

Tilting my head to the side, I thought about it for a moment. Yeah, I didn't start my morning looking to be here, but I'm here now, and it wouldn't hurt to share a little info.

"That thing I have been working on for the Joker." I started slowly as I put my thoughts together. "The immune booster works against everything."

"That's why you were able to survive my kiss," Ivy answered as she pieced it together.

"The test showed it would work, but it's more than just boosting my immunity. It also boosts my healing factor and works with anyone from what my data points read." I replied as I thought about what the booster does.

"Is that what you have been working on during the last few days since I have been here?" Ivy asked as she sat up and looked down on me. The motion sent a spike of pleasure through both of us, and I felt her clenching down on me.

Ivy gave me a sensual grin as she slowly ground her hips.

"This and among other things," I replied with a trust of my own.

Ivy released a moan of her own while her face spread into a grin as she slowly rode me. "And what are these other things?"

My hands moved up to pinch a nipple as I accepted Ivy's ministrations. "Plans to stall Batman and the rest of the League in a way that they can't retaliate without becoming hypocrites themselves in the eyes of the people. It wouldn't do to have them whipped into a frenzy when Batman gets angry about what I plan to do to his little boyfriend."

"Hmm, So devious, tell me more." Ivy moaned as rode me harder.

***

"Good afternoon Master Kent."

"Good afternoon Alfred," Clark Kent replied as he walked into the BatCave after a call went out from Bruce earlier that day requesting his presence.

"Dinner will be ready shortly," Alfred replied before he turned on his heel and left his adopted son and his friend to their conversation.

Clark watched as Alfred walked up and left the cave in the express elevator as he stood behind Bruce and waited for him to speak. From what Clark could surmise, the call for him to come over was rather important, but from what he could see on the Bat-cave monitors, it was a file on a young man by the name of Victor Von Doom.

That's a weird name, Clark thought to himself. Who has a surname as Doom, looking further down he noticed the birthplace of Latveria and knew that couldn't be right because there is no such place as Latveria on the world map or in the archives he has in his fortress.

"Okay Bruce, you called and said it was important." Clark began since he couldn't put together the parts of the puzzle before him.

"He's on the list," Bruce grunted as he scrolled through all the papers that Victor Von Doom had published to date.

"What list?" Clark asked as he looked over Bruce's shoulder. His eyebrows shot up as he read some of the dissertations on gamma radiation and the use of quantum probability to stabilize a slip-stream event. These papers were highly advanced for someone not running his own company or working at Star-labs or any other major lab around.

Bruce turned around in his seat to give Clark a glare from under his cowl. "I created an algorithm with Barbara's assistance that helps us predict the likelihood of a person becoming a supervillain. Victor Von Doom of Latveria has a ninety percent probability of becoming a threat to the League and the world."

Clark looked at the monitor and then back at Bruce, unable to figure out the reason why he was asked to be here. "Okay, but why is this a concern Bruce, help me understand."

Bruce placed his hands together, and Clark noticed that his fingers became interlocked and then leaned forward in his seat.

"The concern Clark, is his genius-level intellect is an issue when he becomes a threat to the public and the world," Bruce answered gruffly.

"I still don't see a concern here Bruce, just your normal paranoia," Clark answered back as he folded his arms across his chest.

"The problem Clark is not a matter of if, but when he becomes an issue, we must deal with it. Luthor has marked him and blacklisted him across all markets. No one can hire nor assist him, and my sources have told me that Luthor has made attempts at trying to hire Victor Von Doom, but he has been turning him down." Bruce replied before turning around and bringing up more detail on his Bat-monitor.

Clark's face paled for a moment and then took a step forward, "Okay, okay, can't you hire him or anything to keep Luthor from causing a situation?"

"No, that would bring too much trouble to Wayne Enterprises," Bruce replied.

"Forget the trouble this might cause, this is a person you said might become a world threat; there has to be something we can do to avoid such a disaster," Clark said with concern in his voice.

"There is, but you're not going to like it," Bruce replied as he turned back around in his seat.

"What did you do, Bruce?"

"I heard your cousin Kara is visiting you this weekend." Bruce began tentatively.

"Yeah, she asked if I could take her shopping."

"Well, there is a science fair this weekend that Barbara is going to attend with an extra ticket. I also heard that the Daily Planet is going to be there." Bruce said as he sat back into his chair to meet Clark's eyes.

"Bruce, you know that is uncalled for, right?" Clark said with a frown before he started to rub at his brows. "Why do you want my cousin there anyway? I don't see how she should have anything to do with this young man."

"Victor's psychological profile suggests he will be attending the science fair, but undercover since he has turned down a chance to present and speak in person. I would like Kara to make an introduction, and with you there, we can get a better feel of the situation." Bruce finished as he watched Clark begin to pace back and forth in the cave.

Clark paced for a moment deep in thought as ideas one after another sped through his mind at lightning speeds. "This will be tricky Bruce, especially if this Victor is as intelligent as you believe him to be."

Bruce looked at his friend, took a moment, and then spoke with finality, "This has to be done Clark; otherwise, I will have to resort to taking him down hard before he starts."

"Master Bruce, Master Clark dinner is ready."

***

Getting out of bed, I sent out a telekinetic tendril and turned on the water in the shower for a quick wash. Taking one last look behind me, I couldn't help the smile that spread across my face from the sight displayed on the bed. On the flower bed, Ivy was laid in a way that anyone that caught sight of her would know that she was well and truly fucked. Ivy's emerald-green skin had a sheen from perspiration, and my semen was still leaking from between her legs. There was no suppressing the smile on my face now because I had crossed one name from my very long list.

Shaking my head, I made my way to the shower and cleaned myself up for my next move. Once I was out of the shower and dressed, I went outside to find Waylon working on the old pickup truck that was here at the house.

"Hey Croc, things might get a little crazy in a moment," I said to my big friend slash henchmen. Since the first time I met the big man, I have been projecting trust and loyalty in his mind while also associating his thoughts that working for me will benefit him the most. Ohh, I had plans to cure him, but I was also going to give him an upgrade that would have him standing toe to toe with some of the Justice League's heavy hitters.

With a grunt, Waylon turned around and looked at me with a heavy stare, "Crazier than you bending over Ivy for the last fiur hours?"

I had nothing to say to that, and I could only reply with a shrug.

"Honestly, I have no clue what our little visitor might do."

With a sigh, Waylon closed the hood of the old truck and began to pack his tools. I decided to help while I kept up the mental programming. I knew he liked to work with his hands, and this was one of the things that helped him relax. With the tools placed away, I levitated up the truck and moved it into the garage and closed it. By the time this was finished, Waylon was ready and in full combat mode.

"We can't fight him, so relax or head back into the house," I said as I began to put my game face on for my little visitor.

Waylon stood off to the side for a moment, and I watched the ideas play through his mind, so I picked one to stick.

"I think I'm gonna go to the bar. All this undefeatable mysterious person but is far too much right now." Waylon grumped before he headed off towards one of the SUV's parked in the driveway.

"Alright, just don't give Mary any trouble because I finished installing a new response system that will take even Superman," I replied to my big friend and watched him grimace for a moment. With a wave I watched Waylon drive down the path on one of the bikes I built for him and out of sight, with a flex of my telepathic abilities I waited and felt him get further and further away from the house. Now that Waylon was gone, I had no one to interrupt what was about to happen since Ivy was still in bed from my attempts at rearranging her insides.

[Deep breath]

"Mr. Mxyzptlk, I would like to make a deal."

With his name said, I held my breath because I knew this could go very good for me or very bad in a way that would see me nearly dead. Death wasn't something I feared—at least, not in the conventional sense. Ending me wouldn't be as simple as wielding overwhelming strength or conjuring otherworldly powers, not even for beings that exist beyond the fabric of reality. My resilience, earned and sharpened through countless trials, made me a puzzle even they couldn't easily solve.

But survival doesn't mean escape. I've learned that fate has cruelties far worse than death itself, and the gamble I just took felt like walking a razor's edge between salvation and damnation. As his presence stirred in response to my call, I could only hope that my choice wouldn't unravel everything I'd fought to become.

*POP*

Before me was Mr. Mxyzptlk in all his glory taking a bath.

"Hello my baby, Hello my honey, Hello my ragtime gal," Mr. Mxyzptlk was singing in the shower.

"Well shit," I let slip as I watched him for a moment and when he heard that everything changed.

"Aahhhh, help a pervert is watching me shower!" Mr. Mxyzptlk yelled out, pulling the shower drapes around himself to cover his unmentionables, which I was trying desperately not to see with my hand covering my face.

"Urgh, If you weren't so important, I would not have to go through any of this." I groaned out, which elicited a laugh from the little fifth-dimensional imp.

"Alright kid, wadda ya want?" Mr. Mxyzptlk asked before he spun in the air, and his clothes materialized.

"A deal, that's why I invoked your name," I said, standing straight now that I didn't have to watch his little finger dangle before my eyes. Mr. Mxyzptlk floated in the air before me in a purple suit and matching bowler cap on his large cranium. This man couldn't be more than three feet tall but had the power to create and change reality however, he wants. Not even Avatars of Zeus, the king of the gods nor Darkseid, can stop him if he wants to get rid of them. Of course what came after would see his death.

"Nahh, I don't think so." Mr. Mxyzptlk said before turning his back to me. Then he held up his hand and dug his pinkie finger within his ear.

Gritting my teeth, I held back the retort I was going to spat at the little imp because I knew this was the only way I could get my hands on what I wanted. So the only thing I could do was go with plan B.

"I would like to trade a few pranks on Superman that won't get you caught and can be used more than once," I said as my brain worked overtime for the angles I could use to get what I wanted out of Mr. Mxyzptlk. When I said prank Superman in the same sentence, the little fifth-dimensional imp paused and then turned around with a wide smile on his face.

"Well, why didn't you lead with that ole buddy ole pal of mine." Mr. Mxyzptlk said with a massive grin on his face.

With a smile of my own, it was time to lay out some plans, and if poor Clark had to pay, then he would have to do his civic duty as the boy scout and take the pranks and deal.

"For one ton of Nth metal, I will tell you the ultimate prank," I said as I held up my hand to the little fifth-dimensional imp Mr. Mxyzptlk.

For a moment, I watched Mr. Mxyzptlk think about it before he crossed his hands before his chest, "Nope sorry kid, that's not a fair deal. Nth metal is not something that could be given freely. Also, I know what you plan to do, and that metal will only make you vastly undefeatable. Pick something else."

Mr. Mxyzptlk said it with such ease like this was a Sunday breeze. That was the very reason why I wanted Nth metal. It was one of DC's ultimate metals and vastly out performs Vibranium when you add in the magic negation ability that it carried.

The Nth metal was the only reason why I risked summoning the man, and here he is telling me that it would make me too overpowered so I can't have the substance.

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