DC: I am Dr Doom

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For a moment, I thought it over, but I also noticed the look Ivy was giving me so I decided on a half-truth. "I have no beef with the man, but the world would be a far better place without him. Nothing says that I can't remove him from the board. Batman might be sad about losing his boyfriend, but it's something that needs to be done."

Ivy looked at me for a moment and then put her thoughts together and spoke, "Killing him will get the league after you."

With a snort of my own, I said my peace, "Jack Napier will be fine, but the Joker has to go."

"Well, I don't think I would like to be here for that," Cheetah said before pulling me in for a blistering kiss. "If you survive whatever it is that you plan to do, then I will look you up."

With a nod of my own, I gave her ass one last squeeze. "Tell Circe that I said hey and that I might have a deal for her if she is interested. It's the rubbing the amazon queens face in its type of pay out."

Without a glance back, Cheetah took off into the forest.

Turning my attention back towards the femme fatal before me, I steeled my will.

"What is it that you would like by coming into my domain?" I asked the green diva before me.

Ivy gave me a smile, and I noticed her checking me out, and I was wholly aware; not that she most likely could smell the pheromones that my body gave off.

"I would like to be within the area in Gotham that has freshwater and an untainted sky," Ivy said as she looked up at me with pleading eyes.

"You will need a job," I returned. "And I would like your help with a little something."

Ivy snorted as if I made a joke and then laughed loudly. "No one will hire a supervillain."

My frown resurfaced on my face as I began to stare her down, "It's because you fail to get certain truths through your head. Just like the rest of the denizens of Gotham and the World. Everything isn't always about brute force, and sometimes you need a little finesse and the occasional mind game."

Anger flashed across Ivy's face as she marched up and poked me in the chest with a finger, "Then tell me, what have I missed? I have tried to fix the earth, but that blasted Bat always stops me. I have offered my cures and skills to help reforest the planet, but no one will accept my offer. What do you think you can do that I have not tried."

With my arms crossed before my chest, I let Ivy have the simple truth of the matter. "These are all brute force methods. No one will accept your gifts because they believe that this is a way to take over the world. You forget normal people like free things but the people that run their lives, the politicians and the company men will think that you are after their bottom line when you offer free things. They will never accept anything free because they will think it's not worth anything.

You giving things away will not help the situation, create a company then people will think of you as a business-woman and not some hippie offering free miracles. Work with me and we can see that you have reformed and charge companies for the work that you do. Its basic psychology is that the rich will never take anything for free because they think it's a trap, but mark up the price, and they will line up to pay as much as you ask."

Ivy stood there for a moment with shock on her face. I guess she was never told how simple it was to her face before.

"Come, we have work to do."

With that statement, I turned on my heels and walked back to the house.

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Breath in…

Breath out…

Breath in…

Breath out…

There was a slight tingle to my left… Instantly my guard went up.

Bang!

Such force hit me that I was off my feet and rolling along the ground. With smooth and swift motions, I was back up on my feet with a feral hunger on my face. Currently, I was blindfolded, but I had my ears, and my spatial sense opened to the world. My mind and telepathic powers were creating a 3D map in my mind, and I was still coming to grips with using this to fight.

The amount of information my mind was taking in and cataloguing was on a level that I didn't know was possible. The ground trembled, and the very air shifted, I had to ignore the blood pounding in my ears, ignoring the heavy breathing and pushed through. My muscles ached and groaned from the painful exertions, but I pushed through it.

To my mind's eye, the person on my left was a large hulking frame, featherless and colorless, but nonetheless, it was a 3D model of the person I was facing. Hours after hours of punishment and I was finally getting the hang of the telepathic version of Toph's seismic sensor from the Avatar. I was able to see, without sight, the large hulking frame began to bear down on me again. Catching the arm mid-swing, I placed a quick jab in the armpit right into the nerve cluster located there.

"Urgh,"

Not only did I hear the grunt, but I watched with my mind's eye as the pain flared through my opponent. A shoulder check slammed into me as my opponent went down on a knee while his body curled in to cover the nerve cluster I had attacked. With the shoulder slamming into my front, I was knocked over onto the ground because of the size difference. I was already a large person standing at six feet six inches, but Waylon was the infamous Killer Croc standing at eight feet easily and with a lot more weight behind him than my well-built frame.

There was a flare of red, and I knew that Waylon let slip the alligator from its mental cage. The first swipe drew blood from my side as the arm that knocked me over, pinned me by the neck. Fear spiked through me for the briefest of moments before I got angry right back at him because of the situation I found myself in. Raising a leg, I was able to catch the arm that swung forward poised to end my life. My leg was jammed in between the forearm and bicep; I was greeted with a grunt before my right leg came up and kicked out, blasting the body from me.

The ground shook as the body flew from the area where we were both engaged in combat. Tree's shook, and some fell as the body kept on going into the surrounding forest for a little bit longer. I couldn't help but wince at the sound and rumble or vibrations the ground gave off.

Shit!

Taking off the blindfold, I was greeted with the destruction that Waylon and I had caused with our morning spar. All along the ground in the twenty-foot ring we were fighting in had claw marks from the swipes that Waylon took at me. Along with those claw marks, were the cratered parts of the ground were my telekinetically enhanced retaliations. Slowly I was getting the hang of using my telekinetic powers for attack and defense, but there were moments like a few seconds ago where my lashing out packed far more power than what I would like to use. If I was correct in my thinking, then my sage force powers would place me along the lines of the Flash with his unlimited speed but more of a mental twist to it.

With a sigh, I placed my thoughts aside and flew over to where Waylon was laid out on the ground. From the rise and fall of his chest, I was certain he was alive. Running a quick scan of his body, I was certain that he was not only alive but only knocked out, and his scales took the brunt of the damage. Physically, I was in peak human condition but weaker than Waylon. Once I started to use my powers in earnest, our spars became a no contest. With a shake of my head, I telekinetically picked up Waylon and floated him back to the house and onto the grass outside our sparring ring.

The garden hose slowly snaked its way from the rack it was on and into my hand as I looked down at my sparring partner. Without any more procrastination, I turned on the water and held the hose over the chest of Waylon.

"Waahhhh, who, what, how?" Waylon yelled as he instantly sprung up onto his feet. I watched as Waylon's head moved as if it was on a swivel while he looked around, trying to find the person that splashed cold morning water on him. "What happened?"

"I hit you far too hard and sent you flying," I replied to the large man. "Sorry about that. I guess that's it for the morning spar then. The kitchen is fully stocked if you want some breakfast, but I need to make a stop in my lab before I get ready to leave."

With a hand on his hip and a hand scratching his head, Waylon looked around at our little scuffle. "I guess I will clean up here."

"Alright,"

Since Waylon decided that he was going to clean up the spot where we had our little spar, I turned on my heels and walked towards my greenhouse. Opening the door and walking inside was like walking through a teleporter. With Ivy in the greenhouse, it was like being transported to another world. Ivy had come three days ago and scared away the piece of ass that I wanted to plow into my bed and then maybe through that depending on how wild in bed Cheetah might be. With Ivy in my greenhouse, all the plants took a life of their own, and the greenhouse became something akin to a mystical jungle.

Walking past some low hanging vines, I made my way towards my work station and lab setup. The greenhouse was almost as large as the house, but whatever Ivy did with her powers over the green changed the plants in a way that made them grow exponentially. There were a few scanners set up on the roof to help me scan for whatever it is that Ivy gives off. I knew the power of the green was a thing even if no one was currently aware of it. With the month that I used to get my name out there, I had done my research into the world within which I was now living.

From what I would make out, it would seem that everyone was a mixture of the new fifty-two comics and the action series with a mix of the Justice League cartoon and the Superman, Batman T.V. series. The only reason I had gone after Cheetah to tap that ass was that she was the sexy version from the new fifty-two making her sleek and sexy, but I was still down to tap it even if she was furry. Yeah, I know shame on me for being the guy willing to stick it where most men would shy away from. All those fangs and claws: but I say shame on you for turning down such a hot piece of ass. That is pure, untouched, and unspoiled ground that needs plowing after years of abandonment.

Putting my musings aside, I sat at my control console that was currently going through yesterday's work.

[Test #32 - Failure]

[Test #33 - Failure]

[Test #34 - Failure]

[Test #35 - Failure]

[Test #36 - Failure]

[Test #37 - Success]

That caught my attention faster than the other things I was currently working on. The data points came up for me to go through. It would seem that with a little genetic material from Ivy combined with my own base DNA, I was having some success with my work on the way to give myself complete immunity from everything as well as give my healing factor a healthy boost. I had a side project working for the immunity for that laughing asshole, but he can wait until after I make myself immune to his gas. There was no reason for Bruce not to have figured this out with the amount of time he has faced the Joker over the years from the news articles that I have seen. The only reason why he might not have gone this route would be because either after he made the cure for the people Joker gassed, Bat-boy gave himself a permanent booster shot, or he built up his own immunity like the Joker from being around the gas so often.

Ignoring that train of thought, I kept going over the immunity booster I had created. From the data my computer had gathered for me, I would be completely immune to not only gas but also any oral, and any touch-based poisons, paralytics, or spores as well as anything else the world could throw at me.

First, I carefully picked up the immunity booster sample, feeling its cool surface against my fingertips. With a single touch, I activated Overhaul, my mind focusing intently as I dove into its very essence. In an instant, I deconstructed it entirely, analyzing every molecule, every intricate thread of its structure, until I grasped its composition down to the most microscopic detail.

Satisfied that there were no flaws, contaminants, or hidden dangers, I allowed the construct to reform in my mental blueprint and placed it aside with precision, confident in its stability and efficacy.

Tapping my fingers against my chin, I decided to take the jump. Taking a spare rubbing alcohol patch, I cleaned my forearm and went for the visible vein.

With a fresh blood sample, I paired it with the test sample #37 into three different vials and placed them into small mixing vials. Leaning back in my chair, I watched as my blood and the booster mixed. Once finished, I would be able to tell under a microscope if it would work on me properly. Less than twenty minutes later, the timer pinged, and I placed a little drop of my experiment under the electron microscope so I could take a look at my work while the computer did the analysis. From what I could tell, my cells were adapting at a rapid rate with the absorption of the metagene I was able to synthesize with the genetic material from Ivy. If I am reading it correctly, then I have an eighty-four percent chance at survival once this was injected into my bloodstream.

This was a moment where I was about to jump over a hurdle that humanity never realized was there. When I first started this project, I had taken all of the available knowledge out of Ivy's head, but pairing that with my ever-increasing intellect, it was scary how easily I was able to solve the human toxicology issue. From my creation and reading of the data, anyone could be given this, and they would be permanently cured of everything just with science. I didn't even use my hands of god. This booster was like Logan's healing factor on overdrive.

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