Chapter 14: Where's My Money?

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Chapter 14: Where's My Money?

(General P.O.V)

The Supervillain community was hit with shock, when rumors of Vandal Savage's death spread.

Of course they all knew that the Immortal had faced many 'deaths' before. It was par the course.

However, the video file spreading around showing exactly that...did a lot to change their minds.

And now everyone's attention was on the 10 year old boy responsible for this almost insurmountable deed.

Who was Angel Savage?

And most importantly what was he planning next?

The upper echelon of the criminal underground, most of them business partners or associates of Savage, spread across various continents, received an answer to that, when their enemies and rivals heads were delivered onto their desks on silver platter.

A letter was stapled on each of their foreheads.

The letter said, 'Business goes on as usual, or your head will be the one delivered to your new replacement.'

Angel was wasting no time in securing his Father's assets and criminal empire, before the news of his demise led to some rebellion or push back.

It was the nature of the life of a Supervillain after all. Fear mattered more than loyalty or respect when dealing with people who wouldn't hesitate to sell their own mother for profit.

Naturally news of his takeover reached the ears of The Light.

Now, The Light was a secret organization made up of some of the smartest and most powerful Supervillains in the world.

And Savage had been the Premier head, meaning the Leader.

A week after his death, the Light gathered for an urgent meeting.

The contents of which involved 1 name, Angel Savage.

-0-

2006 ( 4 years to Young Justice Canon)

-2 weeks after the Death of the Immortal-

-An Island in the Caribbean sea-

-Santa Prisca-

-1030hrs-

(Angel's P.O.V)

The two weeks following Father's death have been dreadfully busy.

Busy to the point I was wishing I had set up the Interview for the P.A much earlier.

The kind of shit I had to handle:- the logistics and fallout of what I had done, was nothing to scoff at.

Luckily, I had a metahuman capable of traversing anywhere in the world at a moment's notice, ferrying me all the way from Asia to talk to the Triads, to a discussion with the Mafia in Italy.

The illegal elements of Father's organization needed a firmer hand, and my being there in person served to reinforce that principle.

It also showed them who the boss was.

For those that defied and resisted my position and leadership on account of something like age...well, let's just say, I got a lot of practice dummies for my new powers over the week.

The number of criminal organizations I burnt to the ground easily reached dozens.

That said, using the Speedforce in conjunction with Icyhot wasn't...going exactly as planned. Progress was slow.

I was also getting used to the Speedforce as a power. It's energy felt different from the hot and cold Mana within me.

Later this week, I had a scheduled meeting with Professor Ivo, to do an official power test in hopes of finding out exactly what I could currently do, what I needed to learn to do and how to learn to do it.

For now however, I had something else to deal with. Something by the name of Bane.

"You know Bane, accountability is a very big word in the Island of relevancy."

I spoke, injecting a bit of levity into my tone. Just enough that he wouldn't take me seriously(it had worked wonders before when someone underestimated me)

Of course being the intelligent brute he was, Bane DID take me seriously. His men on the other hand, in the room with us, laughed.

"Listen Ninó, this is not a place for children."

The Lucha Libre mask wearing supervillain, famous for breaking the Bat's back stated while leaning back on his seat, hands clasped over his large chest.

A pair of tubes ran down the length of his arms, connected to the back of his head. Likely used to feed the venom super steroid across his body. Mmh, I wouldn't mind studying the drug.

"Ninó?"

I muttered. Then snapped a finger.

Immediately, all his men sank through their shadows, leaving only the heads above the floor.

Bane heard their shouts and turned around, only to let out a grunt as Blaze, suddenly in my hand, sank through the back of his left palm and came out under the table.

He grunted, gritting his teeth but made no other move. He knew I could easily pull the same move on him as I had his men.

Black eyes met my own across the table between us.

My foot was braced against the ledge, my right hand on the handle of my ice covered sword.

I could see his other hand inch down his body, only for me to channel cold mana through Blaze in response.

A layer of Red ice covered his entire palm and a portion of his wrist, causing him to wince as the heat radiating out scalded his skin, all without damaging it. This was one of the effects of Blaze.

"I'll level with you Bane, stealing from me is PUNISHABLE by death."

I stated, leaning on Blaze and pushing it deeper in.

If looks could kill, then I would have been close to a dead man based on his glare.

"I dare not steal from the Immortal, but you're not h-"

His words cut off as I twisted the blade a little, prompting a pained curse out of him.

A glint of not quite fear but caution appeared in his gaze. Despite the pain he was in, I admired that he could remain calm. Usually using Blaze on someone had the side effect of lots of screaming.

"Santa Prisca is an ideal location."

I begun.

"Part of the biggest smuggling and drug distribution chain across North and South America. Now, dear old Dad always kept his records up to date. So when I saw the disrepancy between last month's report and now...well, Father didn't raise a fool. So, I'll ask the question I first asked when I arrived in this God forsaken Island. Where's my money Bane?"

I growled, the joking mood from before nowhere to be found.

-0-

"How's your hand?"

I asked Bane, the two of us watching as his men loaded the large crates of drugs, onto the military cargo plane that officially belonged to Savage Shipping.

Turns out the 'brief' money delay was caused by freakish weather across the Caribbean, preventing him from shipping the goods.

What a coincidence that it happened exactly 2 weeks after Vandal Savage's death was publicized.

Of course I had anticipated a few issues from my father's underlings but this was the first time, I was directly clashing heads with a Supervillain affiliated with the business.

"It will be fine. I have had worse."

Bane answered from the side. Said hand was covered in a bandage but I knew it would heal in a week. Blaze didn't destroy, it just made you hurt. A lot.

A very different application from Frost. But that was why I loved them both.

"I bet you have."

I replied, using heat sense to ensure no prying eyes were around the runway at the back of Bane's factory.

The last thing I wanted was an interruption from the heroes or the authorities.

Though with Santa Prisca being fully under Bane, the chances of that happening were Zero. So really, the only way things could get complicated was if this was a trap.

"Young Master, I have incoming from the Jungle."

Shade whispered from the shadow beneath my ear.

A small smile spread across my lips before disappearing. How predictable.

"How many?"

I asked.

"I count 50."

Shade sent through.

"Who is it? Kobra?"

I knew that some time in the next 5 years they would attack Santa Prisca, defeat and imprison Bane before snatching his factory away from him.

"No. They are dressed in all black and are carrying a lot of blades and sharp weapons."

At that, I couldn't help the snort that escaped me.

The League of Assassins most likely.

An organization under one of Father's closest friends, someone I would describe as an old monster, with just as more experience as Father on account of being long lived.

The Demon's Head, Ra's Al Ghul.

"So it really was a trap huh?"

I spoke out loud, sighing in bemusement as Bane stiffened from the side.

"I'm disappointed. You'd think someone as smart as you would realize who to beat your chips on."

"How did you know?"

Bane asked in a low voice, the two of us watching as the last of the cargo was carried onto the plane.

His men had been obviously briefed on what was about to go down. I could see the few around us slowly move in formation, their weapons subtly aimed my way.

"Your reaction is proof enough."

I chuckled, holding out a hand and grabbing the blade that jumped out of my shadow.

"Mierda!"

Bane cursed, his body growing huge from the Venom pumping through his system.

"I'll kill you myself Ninó! No one embarrasses me and gets away with it!"

I got a first hand look at the effects of Venom. Bane's muscle mass seemed to baloon out and veins jutted out across his body.

He swung his hand back in a telegraphed but very powerful punch. Unfortunately it was too slow.

The ground I was on exploded at the impact but I was already behind him, Blaze having cut through the tubes dispensing the venom into his body.

A slash across his back, left a layer of Red Ice across his body that spread, covering him in a block of ice that radiated heat.

"Chill out for a second."

I felt it appropriate to make the quip before turning to face his men.

"How fast do you guys think you can shoot before I kill you?"

I asked.

They immediately pulled the triggers.