Traveling The Omniverse With Overhaul's Quirk

An: Yes I'm alive. Sorry this chapter took so long. School just started again and I was a little busy.

Anyway, I hope you enjoy it.

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~Previously ~

Generally, Batman would have followed in an attempt to find their base.

But with the female Capo still alive, albeit bȧrėly, he had no choice but to carry her out of there and to a hospital.

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~Gotham Hospital~

Batman stood silently over the downed form of the female Capo that laid on a hospital bed.

In his hands was a chart that showed her various injuries.

Truthfully, if those Marines hadn't retreated when they did Sasha would have bled out long before their fight concluded.

After staring at the Capo for a little longer Batman made his exit.

He had a certain person to visit about his gift not working.

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In a large meeting room designed for well over a hundred people, Don Falcon, the Don of Dons, the Godfather stood menacingly in front of a group of ten Underbosses.

Despite the Underbosses' impenetrable poker faces, Falcon could tell most of them were scared. But with good reason.

After all, Don Falcon was pissed, and he rarely gets in any state of anger let alone rage.

"How exactly did we lose ten districts in a single day! I'd understand if it was across the country, we don't have the same level of control in all cities as we do in Gotham. But in our home turf? I put some of the best Capo I have in those warehouses!" Yelled the Godfather.

The room stayed silent. Only the audible swallowing of saliva from some of the underbosses could be heard.

Once again no one spoke a word. All but a few too afraid to speak, lest the Don's anger be directed to them.

Waving his hand a chair that looked similar to a throne materialized behind Falcon. 

Sitting down the don leveled a glare at all his minions.

"Fine, if no one can answer this then I'll inquire about something else."

Visibly the tension in the room decreased by a small but noticeable margin.

Only to reach new heights because of the Don's next words.

 "I know for a fact Steel couldn't make something as simple as a weak pipe bomb nonetheless a super-soldier. The only person in Gotham capable of that is Dr. Ethexx, and for that Steel would need money of which he had none. So I ask which among you is the traitor?"

The underbosses cast wary glances toward one another. Even beforehand many of them were suspicious of each other. All of them had their own goals and ambitions they kept from the Don.

Some of them were minor and not detrimental. Others were destructive to flat-out insane.

" I will give you all a month to either find the traitor amongst yourselves or bring me Steel's head on a platter. If you fail one or another I want you to remember how easy it would be to clone replacements."

With his piece said the Don waved his hand once more and forcefully teleported his underbosses out of his home.

Now by himself, the Don spoke out loud to seemingly no one.

"Talon, do not mobilize the court yet. I wish to see if my men are enough to deal with Steel."

A shadow in the corner of the room suddenly disappeared at the Don's declaration.

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Steel currently sat at a bar swirling a cup of whiskey. 

The bar was nothing fancy. Most if they observed it wouldn't give it a second glance.

However, that was the point.

Anyone could meet in these places without the worry of being ȧssaulted or killed. No one was stupid enough to disrespect the Giver by shedding blood in his turf.

Taking a sip of his drink Steel frowned at the taste. Thanks to his enhancements his senses had been greatly increased, including his taste buds. Which meant that alcohol tasted completely different to him.

Honestly, it tasted awful.

With quick use of Overhaul, the drink changed from whiskey to a unique liquor that Steel had come up with to satisfy not only his but his Marines' taste buds.

Taking another sip, Steel let out a hum of appreciation.

'Now this is some good shit.' Thought Steel with a chuckle.

Though he wouldn't suggest anyone without enhanced taste buds or organs to drink it. Not only would it taste awful to them, but instantaneous alcohol poisoning and organ failure isn't a pleasant experience.

Smirking darkly at the thought, the false Overhaul takes a few more sips before checking his watch.

'It shouldn't be long now.'

Specifically, the leader of a gang calling themselves the Freak show. A group of "monsters" created by Dr. Hugo Strange before his untimely demise at the hands of the Giver during the height of the Golden age of villains.

These "monsters" were Hugo's counter to the Giver's Gifts in the race for the monopolization of superpowers.

Unfortunately, Hugo's methods of creating these monsters were less than ethical and left him with few allies. Which ultimately led to his downfall.

Afterward, the monsters left behind grouped together under new leadership.

The sound of the bell attached to the door of the Bar ringing knocked Steel out of his thoughts.

The person who walked in was a dark-skinned beautiful woman whose very presence demanded respect. Her hair was black with the tips being dyed red.

She wore casual clothing so as to not gather too much attention. The only exception being an overcoat that had crimson fur inside.

The most stunning part about her however was her eyes. One was a dark green while the other was a bright blue. Both held the power and charismatic charm that matched any Don.

This was the leader of the Freak Show. Fish Mooney. 

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An: 

Remember to comment on what kinda minions the main character should get! Remember that even if he doesn't have access to them he can still create them!

Same for the love interest..  Accept for the creation part that would be weird and sad.