Death of a family member Special Officer Maxwell & Slade Part 1

A few days later. It was November in Gotham. Not quite cold just yet. For some reason very warm. The weatherman had no explanation of what was going on for the most part.

Max was still in a "coma" of sorts. The constant push in his Sin of his cultivation unbalanced him. To far behind in his Virtue aspect that he needed to correct. Inside his body, Max had created a much larger Spirit Sea.

It was much better than creating a Spirit Palace to develop. Considering what he needed to do in the future. Earth's heroes were not really around yet, so a lot of heavy lifting needed to be done by him and his people.

The A.I. was going through all the information that was gathered from the demons. Max sent the time inside his Spiritual Clone Mr.Vega when he was not fixing his body.

-Circus-

"The Flying Grayson's were amazing." Bruce said to his parents. Both his mother and father smiled happily. They enjoyed the show themselves. Not as much as Bruce however.

"Let us go for ice cream. it has been a while since we did that." Martha said. Alfred was already pulling up to get them in the car. "What do you say, Thomas?"

"Yes. The hospital can wait I suppose." Thomas said cheerfully. He shook his head joining the two. 'Max was right with his warning. The days I spend with them looks to be coming to an end. What to do?' He looked fondly at Bruce.

A few times, he could swear he would get killed by something. An explosion not to far away. Or a mugging in an alley next to where they were.

'Everytime it was close by, this ring vibrated or Vega was just magically patrolling in the area.' Thomas looked at the ring and finally noticed the jewel inside. It looks to be very dull. Especially more so in the last few days. Right around the time, they heard Max was sick. "Is it a coincidence?"

"What was that dear?" Martha asked her husband.

"Nothing. Just wondering about Max is all." Thomas said.

"To bad his injuries flared up. But Mr.Vega said everything will be fine. Maybe we should stop by next time we are free?"

"Sounds good. Glad you have warmed up to him more." Thomas was quite relieved with that.

-Ice Cream Parlor-

"Alright, I think it is about time we head home." Thomas said. It was bad enough an emergency had Alfred heading to pick up an Executive at the airport. "We should just take a taxi back."

"Yes, before it gets to late." Martha added in. She hailed a taxi for the three of them. 'So odd that we came for ice cream.'

*Ring! Ring!* Thomas received a phone call. Losing sight of Bruce for only a moment. Martha was already going after her son.

Caller: This is your last chance Wayne.

"Mr.Moxon for the last time. I will not seel that area. That orphanage is the best for those factories who lost their parents. You should think of ways to pay them back. Pay back Gotham for screwing the East End!"

Mr.Moxon: I tried to keep this civil Thomas. I really did. I am going to miss the parties. I hope you enjoyed the time with your family.

"Ahhhh!" A scream came from amongst the cars. Thomas ran towards Martha's scream. He arrived just in time to see Bruce kick a mugger in the leg. But the damage was already done. Bruce had a knife in his chest.

"Stupid kid!" The mugger groaned and stumbled back. He pulled out a gun from behind. "I outa kill ya. Just hand over the pearl's lady and your kid will be ok."

"Here take em." Martha threw the pearls at the man. Seeing Thomas run-up, she grabbed Bruce and tried to run to him.

*Bang!* A gunshot went off. The mugger shot at Thomas when he saw him reach. Thinking the man was pulling out a gun from his coat pocket. The shot went through Martha's side into Thomas's chest.

*Clank!* Thomas dropped a handkerchief from his hand. It was to help staunch the blood from the knife wound.

The killer ran off at once.

"Mom! Dad!" Bruce cried. The constant movement and bloodloss already working against the young man. "I have to get help!" Before he could move, his mom grabbed him into a hug.

"It will be ok, Bruce." Martha said tearfully. Her side drenched in blood. "If he comes back.. it will not be good."

"Bruce.. be strong!" Thomas said with effort. His hand was in his pocket. A panic button had sent a signal to a few guards he hired recently. 'Hopefully, they make it in time.' Reaching he pulled the ring off. "Wear this for.. protection." Thomas closed his eyes.

"Wake up!" Bruce yelled.

"Over here!" A voice called. It was the voice of Mac. Behind him, Gordon came up. He tended to Bruce. "We will do what we can Bruce." Running back to the car they went to work on trying to save the Wayne's.

Bruce already fainted from the blood loss.

-Maxwell Vega & Slade Wilson-

'Hmm, my body should wake up soon. But no matter, just need to focus on getting a lot of crime in Gotham cleaned up right now.' Looking at the others, he was happy that Gordon had heading out with the other two. He and Slade would take care of the heavy stuff today. "What did the missus say?"

"She is happy actually." Slade smiled happily. "She is working from the mobile set up at home, while the kids are at school of course. Once the baby comes and we have more time in the future, she wants to become more active again."

"No problem from me." Max nodded and put his coat on. "Ready to take out some drug hideouts by the schools and residential areas?"

"You bet!" Slade smiled like a child. But his fists were balled up ready to do some damage. "Taking out these bastards will make the streets safer. This I believe."

Both were now obscured from cameras and mid tier magic due to the costs. Max had upgraded a hat to obscured Slade to higher probing.

Max wore a charcoal Gray suit, Slade a dark black.

Stepping through a mirror, the two appear on the other side in the slums. It was around 8:00 pm.

-Crane Boulevard-

Inside the set of run down buildings, were several meth labs. Furthur down were the a set of tunnels that entered the sewers that went all the way throughout old Gotham.

'Yah know.. I sort of miss the ninja masks. Just so nostalgic.' Slade transmitted. Max gave him a smile and a nod. 'Save people now with a little killing. In the future.. a lot of killing with a little saving.'

'Pretty much. You have to admit.. the cop look suits you.' Max walked through the wall after checking it over with his senses. Intangible magic was some of the best magic around. Slade went down the fire escape. 'Knock them out and contain them. Kill if they shoot anybody.'

'Right.' Slade slipped inside and moved down the staircase. He hugged the wall senseing someone furthur up. 'I do like the cop life. But.. it is hard getting away from the rush of taking out a worthy opponent. And not caring about the target.'

The runner was none the wiser of the presence of the two. In his hand was a duffle bag full of cash.

Max was looking at a wall intently. Inside were a few teens drugged out their minds. One was almost fully gone.

'Talk it over with your wife, and if it goes well. I will take you to a really dangerous place. Not at the level of Hell per say.. put volatile none the less. Going silent in 7 seconds.'

'Will do. See you when this is over.' Slade slipped down the stairs to follow the runner.

'Yup.' Max cleared the link and walk through the wall. A quick wave of his palm and the people drifted into a deep slumber. 'Oh, the beautiful power of Sloth at work.'

Each of the teens were bound and gagged. From his pocket, he pulled out an ink brush and made several inscriptions on each of them.

They were marked for wherever they go in the future. One chance to fix their life was all they would receive. The drugs and toxins flowed into the marks.

'Alright time to put you all somewhere safe. As well as traumatize you a little. No free lunch as they say.' Max removed a kidney from each of them. Left surgical marks and cleaned it up enough to make it look promising. He then placed them in a pocket dimension to recuperate.

(The High-Speed dimension will work wonders. A scenario for conditioning is running smoothly. After one month they will be released.) The A.I. reported after a quick check. (If they succeed with rehab, a nice bit of Spiritual Temperance and Diligence will have generated.)

'Good.' Max then placed all the drugs into a pouch for later. Moving to the next room, proved..problematic. Inside where several men mutilated. 'Well... this is not what I expected.'

His senses went off alerting of someone coming up the stairs. A quick check showed Slade was still following his target. They were not in the building and moving around 45 mph. A vehicle like a car appeared in his mind. But it was quite large. Possibly a van. Max did not waste to much energy looking that way anymore.

Max use a concealment technique, going fully invisible just in case. 'Chameleon Freeze.' Slowly the environment wrapped around increasing his stealth even furthur. 'Can not pass up the opportunity to test a few things out.'

*Open* the door swung out. In walked a very large man. His face was covered in scars and bite marks.

*Bring!* His phone went off. Answering it, Max listen in and heard the full conversation. On both ends perfectly.

Ratchet: Make sure you get all the product moved. Rumor is that a new task force is going through places. Taking out all the crime, big and small.

"I understand. Seeing how they hit the Triad so openly, they must have someone pulling strings." Morty talked as he moved through the bodies. He cut the thighs of the men. Removing small little diamonds. "To bad we couldnt put these guys to more work."

Ratchet: Do not get greedy Joshua. We are still ahead. Call me when everything is done.

Joshua hung up the phone in anger. He stared at one of the men that started coming to. Another of his works came in grabbing another bag. Joshua instructed the man to tell the others to pack up and leave the "toys" behind.

"Looke here.." he grabs the man's neck and stared at him mockingly. "..you are such a fighter. But not anymore."

Max felt his eyes activate on their own. The exact time of the Wayne attack. Feeling the increase in its power he used it under his own control. The man before him and the others hanging history had changed greatly.

'Peña Duro people. That is something else. Rebels that have been taken then sold to the Triad. Even more so this man is the father of Bane. It definitely looks to be more of the original Bane future. The one where he established himself as a crime lord and figures out Bruce Wayne is Batman.' Max processed the information quickly thanks to the eyes. 'No penalty for helping them under my banner. Peña Duro does not deserve the same fate as before. Bane should already be born and these eyes already revealed his mother is still alive while Bane serves the father's prison sentence for rebelling. this is not the King Snake British version of him. In fact, no ties to that at all. Another deviation like Morgen le Fey.'

"Hehehehe, you are such a weak little man." The man laughed in a Spanish accent. "I will die today but that does not mean you will live much longer."

"Killing you now will just make this sweeter." Joshua said grinning. "Kuk!" Spitting up blood, he looked down to see a hand through his chest. "How the hell.. did this happen?"

"My most insincere apologies," Max said appearing. "But I cannot allow you to kill this innocent man. or the others for that matter." Crushing the man's heart and lungs in an instant with a squeeze.

"You dare.... oppose.. the Triad.."

"Mehhh." Max shrugged and cut the other men down. "OK I will get you out of here. That way you can return to your loved ones. I will make sure you all make it back. You have my word."

"Thank you.. but who are you?" One of the men asked.

"Call me the Watcher. Do not worry, this will help you each." Max waved his hand creating a liquid. The liquid then seeped into all of their mouths. "Just a bit of Blood Clotting Elixer. It will help your wounds and your body to produce more blood."

"I am .. no call me Jorge. Me and my brothers failed at securing a revolution with our people. Instead of killing us or imprisoning us, they sold us to the Triad."

"Hmm did any of you see the people who brought you here?" Max asked. His eyes were on the man whose lungs and heart that he removed. 'He is still alive. How odd. I will wrap him in a spirit tracer for later. Since he wished to play dead, I might as well track him to the others.'

The men were ready to leave the place at once. Max lead the way as they talked things over. No longer any need for stealth. Getting down below only a single car remained. Max created a mirror and stepped through. The men terrified of the supernatural creature that Max was, followed reluctantly.

-Peña Duro-

"You are home. Tell me everything and we can then save your people." Max stated plainly. Jorge and the men started spilling everything. Max felt the presence of two of his Demon's heading toward them. A single command towards them and they went to search for Jorge's and the rest family. 'Make sure the woman lives. As well as the boy.'

"If you will help, then no reason not to hold anything back." Jorge and the others agreed. Max felt a small contract form with all of them. 'Oh this is unusual. Very much so.'

(Max... the Wayne's. They have died.)

'I know. Bruce was given additional years with them. That will have to do. Hopefully the small cultivation I taught him will help his soul.' Max was in deep thought as he listened to the plee of Jorge.

Generosity and Benelovence circulating out of control. It created a gold nimbus around his body. To Jorge, it made Max look like a Saint.

'Max, I have dealt with the fools. How about yourself?' Slade transmitted to him.

'I am on Peña Duro. A weird thing happened in the place." Max then sent all the information that transpired in real time. 'So wanna come help?'

'Yes. The wife would kill me if I didn't. She loves that place. despite all the crime it is very lovely.' Slade said almost giddy, Max opened a mirror for him to step through. "Ah, this is the best way to travel."

"Another Saint?" Deacon, another of the rebels said.

"Saint... I am just man." Slade said unbothered. He looked to Max who shugged. "I mean consider we have killed before.. is that ok?"

"It is complicated. I will tell you later why it is not a problem for them to call us that." Max waved his fingers knowingly.