"About your power," Superman said suddenly, steering the conversation away from the awkward turn. "You know what I mean by people knowing how it works, right?"
David shrugged, letting out a faint sigh, more than happy to leave that topic behind.
"Let them come," David said with a calm shrug. There would always be only one true wielder of the Six Eyes. Even if they managed to clone him, those copies could never match the original. They might replicate his body, his energy, even fragments of his technique—but they would never possess the instinct, techniques, and such. Remember, David didn't have many abilities; the Limitless was a technique, Demon Back was a Technique, and the list went on.
His only abilities were his use of curse energy, the 6 eyes, and that was about it… David doubts that they could clone all of that.
Besides, the David who fought Allura just minutes ago was already outdated. Compared to who he was now, that version of him felt weaker.
Like Yujiro, David was constantly evolving, his limits never staying fixed for long. But unlike Yujiro's raw, instinctual growth, David's supercomputer-like mind allowed him to analyze, adapt, and refine himself at terrifying speed. Every battle was data, every strike a calculation feeding into his next improvement.
Now, even his connection to the emotional spectrum came naturally. The power of the Green Lantern, the rage of red, the greed of orange, the fear of yellow—all of it was his to draw from at will. It was no longer something he had to think about; it flowed through him on pure instinct, an extension of his will… in other words, he was a lantern without the ring, a naturally born lantern.
"Did you forget how close you were to dying? You're far too relaxed," Superman warned, his tone carrying both concern and frustration as he stood to leave. "They know now—you're not unstoppable. That'll make them bold, reckless even."
David leaned back in his chair, letting his eyes drift shut, an unbothered calm settling over him. He didn't flinch at Superman's words, nor did he seem to care for the warning. The faint hum of the cafe filled the quiet that followed, but David's mind was already elsewhere.
So what if they knew he could be defeated? That wasn't something that bothered him. He'd never seen weakness as a flaw—it was simply a lesson. What worked on him once would never work on him twice.
Getting up from his seat, David tossed a few bills onto the table to cover his drink and stretched before heading out. The day felt unusually calm after everything that had happened, and for once, he wanted something simple. His next stop? A store to buy a pair of AirPods. Fighting without music was dull—there was no rhythm, no flow to it. A little background sound might make all the chaos feel less empty.
As he walked, the thought of upgrading the floating camera orbs crossed his mind. They were useful, sure, but a bit too primitive for his taste. Maybe Mr. Terrific could make a few adjustments.
"Man, why are you always calling me for help?" Mr. Terrific's irritated voice came through the line the moment David called,
"Really? Well, if you want, let's hang out after this. Tomorrow I'm calling in a sick day—I need to rest," David said lazily, rubbing the back of his neck. After days of nonstop chaos, one crisis after another, even he needed a break.
"…Are you treating this like a nine-to-five job?" Mr. Terrific asked, completely dumbfounded. His disbelief bled through the call, leaving a long pause before David casually nodded, completely unbothered.
That small motion alone made the entire stream go silent. But the more people thought about it, the more it made sense. David did treat hero work like a job. He clocked in, saved the day, cleaned up, then went home to collapse on the couch like any other overworked employee.
David teleported over to Mr. Terrific's lab, ending the call since it wasn't needed anymore.
"You're getting paid?" Mr. Terrific asked with a raised eyebrow.
David nodded, pointing toward the floating, bean-sized orbs hovering beside him. Their steady movement and faint glow said enough—they were still recording everything, even here.
"Yeah, from the stream. The drawback is that they have to follow me everywhere, but I get some money from it, but only from the stream," David said casually. Mr. Terrific gave a brief nod, not all that surprised, before turning back to his tools. From there, they got to work on what David wanted adjusted.
"You can make it so these guys respond to my will, right? That way, when I teleport, I don't have to draw them in every time. And add speakers, so I can listen to music while fighting. Oh, and make sure they can follow me anywhere: outer space, other dimensions, whatever comes up," David said, his tone light Mr. Terrific thought for a moment, silently calculating the upgrades, before giving a short nod in agreement.
But just as he was about to say something else, David's phone began to ring. He reached into his pocket, pulling it out, noticing it was an unknown number before answering it.
"Hello?" David answered.
"Mr. David, Batman needs your help." A respectful voice, one that sounded exactly like a butler's, came from the other side, raising David's eyebrow. The tone was calm yet urgent, carrying a kind of practiced politeness that made David pay attention immediately.
Without wasting time, David turned to Mr. Terrific and asked him to pull up the news in Gotham. Within moments, the display filled with live footage, showing the entire city being overtaken by massive tree roots. They spread across the streets, coiling around buildings, tearing through concrete, and climbing over rooftops as they continued to grow out of control.
The helicopter's view revealed a clear sight of Batman, completely entangled in thick roots that bound him in place. Above him, Poison Ivy sat gracefully upon a throne made of twisting vines, her gaze fixed on the chaos below as countless people fled for their lives through the overgrown streets.
"What—" Mr. Terrific started to say, but the words never left his mouth. Before he could even turn his head toward David, the screen flickered, showing David already standing beside Batman. In a single, fluid motion, he cut through the roots, freeing him from their hold.
"It's a trap. The air is filled with fear gas," Batman said weakly, his voice strained. The warning made David's eyebrow rise in surprise before a deep frown settled on his face. Almost instantly, the world around him began to twist and distort, colors bleeding together as if reality itself were melting away. His balance faltered for a moment, but he quickly shook his head, forcing the strange sensation back and trying to steady his focus…
"Oh, it worked," Poison Ivy said with a pleased smile as thick vines shot from the ground, wrapping tightly around David's body. She knew he needed to breathe—no matter how powerful he was, that weakness still bound him to life. Armed with Scarecrow's fear toxin and tasked with drawing him out, she had been waiting for this perfect moment. Before David could even recover from his exhausting battle with Allura, she had already set her trap in motion.
Pulling David closer with the tightening roots, Poison Ivy's lips curved into a seductive grin. She cupped his face gently, fingers brushing against his jaw as she slowly removed his blindfold.
"You're such a pretty little thing," she murmured, her voice dripping with mock affection as her thumb traced the line of his cheek. For a brief moment, she seemed almost entranced by his eyes—those striking, otherworldly blue eyes that shimmered even under the haze of fear gas. But her admiration didn't last long.
Leaning forward, she pressed her lips to his in a deep, lingering kiss. This was no act of desire—it was her weapon. The toxins and pheromones she had carefully crafted were now flowing through him from that kiss, designed to invade his mind and break through even the strongest of wills. She knew someone like David wouldn't be swayed easily, so she had gone all out, combining everything she had into that single, intoxicating kiss meant to take control of him completely.
[GoingMarry-Sucks] Lucky son of a bitch. How does he get kissed by two gorgeous women in one day, while the only kisses I get are from my mom wishing me goodnight?
[JudgeIsAGoat] That's straight-up sexual assault. If the roles were reversed, everyone here would be saying something completely different.
[Nutcracker] Does he even have resistance to mind control? Otherwise, we're about to watch David get turned into a puppet for a supervillain.
Ivy stepped back just as David broke free from the fear toxin's effects, his sharp senses snapping back into focus. He blinked in mild confusion, realizing his blindfold had been removed without him noticing. For a moment, he glanced around, trying to make sense of what had happened, before his gaze settled on Ivy.
She stood motionless, her once-confident expression replaced with a distant, vacant stare, as if her thoughts had suddenly vanished.
"Are you going to turn yourself in, or what?" David asked, his tone calm but puzzled by her strange, frozen reaction.
"Understood," Ivy replied in a flat, almost mechanical tone, her voice stripped of its usual charm and confidence. It was clear she wasn't acting of her own will—someone else was pulling the strings. The realization left not only Batman frozen in disbelief but also the countless viewers watching the live stream, stunned by what they were witnessing.
David said nothing, his confusion growing as he watched Ivy move. With eerie movements, she commanded the tree roots beneath her feet, using them to lift and carry herself toward the police station like a puppet obeying unseen orders.
"What's wrong with her?" David asked, glancing at Batman. Though even he seemed surprised by what had happened, his face remained as unreadable as ever, the faintest flicker of curiosity hidden behind that stoic mask.
Batman's gaze lingered on Ivy for a moment before turning back to David.
"Your unusually high testosterone levels… or maybe that strange physiology of yours," he said evenly, "it seems to have reversed her attempt at mind control—turned it back on her instead."
"What? I thought that was fear toxin… and since when could she mind control people?" David asked, genuine curiosity slipping into his tone. Pulling out his phone, he quickly opened the stream and replayed the moment that had just unfolded. The instant he saw Ivy lean in and kiss him, his expression twisted in visible disgust.
"People will do anything for power," David muttered, shaking his head in disbelief. "At least have some standards." The thought alone made his skin crawl—kissing someone as ugly as him, all while having the nerve to call him handsome? That was just disgusting.
"You need therapy," Batman said calmly, wondering when on earth villains start working together.
Ivy alone wasn't enough to capture him like this; she had help, but they disappeared before David arrived… now he had to make plans around this. They were adapting to David's existence… which meant teaming up, since who could stop David alone?
"So, I highly doubt Ivy came up with this on her own… forget it, I'm off the clock." David stretched his arms and started to walk away before suddenly pausing mid-step.
"Wait—IVY! CLEAN THE STREETS BEFORE LOCKING YOURSELF UP!" he yelled, his voice echoing through the city.
Ivy froze for a moment, then obediently raised her hand. Across Gotham, every bit of greenery under her control began to move at once, clearing debris and repairing damage before she continued toward the police station.
Satisfied, David teleported home, but as he arrived, a thought struck him. Even under the effects of the fear toxin, Batman had remained unnaturally calm—focused enough to warn him of the trap. That kind of mental fortitude wasn't normal… he must have had some resistance to it from facing it in the past.
Shaking his head, David sighed and called Mister Terrific for a quick update. Once the conversation ended, he finally allowed himself to relax, lying back and closing his eyes as sleep claimed him almost instantly.
[A/N: Quick question. Who has a stronger will? Joker or Lobo? I think Lobo is the crazier one; the guy can't go to heaven or hell, as neither can handle him. But what do you guys think?
Another question, do you think MC slaps would have any effect on either of the two? I think Joker is a yes, since the slap causes pain to the soul, but recall Raven having Joker nightmares come to life or something like that, and Joker just laughed at it, finding it funny. I think only Lobo should shrug off the slap, and not Joker, since Joker does have fears.
But I want to know your thoughts,]