Ch. 22

Will hopped out of the cab and walked through the nearly empty Iceberg lounge. There were only a few goons milling around drinking and smoking. He walked up through the vip section and noticed Selina wasn't there. He was never really here this early he guessed, "It's probably not even her shift yet." Selina was fucking stacked, he wanted to watch her work some.

  He walked past the guards and into Penguin's ornate office and saw him working on something.

"Yo P what's up, you got my money?" Will asked

"Yeah kid, good to see ya I knew you were too much of a cockroach to die like that. Anyways, I have  something I would like to discuss with you." Penguin said

Will walked up and sat in the antique chair across from his desk. He stared at the pale grotesque man as he called for Orca to get him a duffel bag full of cash.

"Here, 100 thousand, you had to do a lot more than I asked that night." Penguin said 

"Damn for real? Thanks P." Will said genuinely smiling for the first time today.

"Look boy, we need to get that shipment back from the Joker. Everybody thinks we are weak right now and are trying to take advantage of us." Penguin said seriously as Orca came back and dropped the duffel bag of cash next to Will. 

"Yeah I figured something like that would happen. What do you need from me?" Will asked

"You know alot about us, you practically work for us now. I need you to prove you are with us. Everybody wants a piece of you now, but I need your loyalty." Penguin said seriously. As he took a puff of a cigarette on a long black cigarette holder.

Will saw him smoking and was overcome with the urge to do so as well. He pulled out one of his own and lit it. They both blew out a cloud of smoke and Penguin reached into his desk, pulled out a large wrench and placed it on the table. It was around 30 inches and glowed with a silver light under the pale fluorescent bulbs in the office. 

"A wrench? What the hell do I need that for?" Will asked curiously

"We have one of Joker's men in a backroom tied up. We need information, normally I'd have Dembe do it but he's stuck in Gotham County right now and was denied bond, because of that new asshole DA trying to crack down on "Organized Crime"." Penguin said, making air quotes with his weird looking hands.

"So you want me to torture him?" Will asked flatly. 

Shit he was in a predicament, it's not like he could say no because then Penguin would have to send assassins after him, and he didn't want any of the Waynes to get hurt. They were just regular humans after all.

"Yes, prove your loyalty to us. Go in and interrogate him, find out what Joker and his men are doing with our product." Penguin said with a dangerous edge in his tone.

"Master William, I really don't think this is a good idea. Try to find another way." Said Alfred's voice in his ear.

"P I haven't really done this in a while man, are you sure you want me to do it?" William asked

"Absolutely. I can think of anybody better." Penguin said with a sinister smile on his face.

"Fine, but why the fucking wrench man. Like seriously a fucking wrench of all the things you could have given me. Why not a knife, or like literally anything else. All you can do with a wrench is hit things." Will said exasperatedly

"Will shut up, and use the fucking wrench." Penguin said with an amused smile on his face

"Fine, but I'm not happy about it. Let's get this over with." Will said

"Orca lead the way please." 

Will stood up, picked up the large silver wrench that was almost as long as his arm, and he rested it on his shoulder. Will was nervous, but he remembered his training with Deathstroke. 

"Make them fear you more than the person they are betraying. Make them fear you, make it beneficial for them to talk." Deathstroke's voice echoed in his head. Will's face morphed into an ice cold expression. This wasn't the time for emotion or guilt or whatever ideals he had that might get in the way of this. 

"Gosh it's been a weird day." He thought to himself.

[Penguin Pov]

Penguin sat alone in his office, cackling.

"I don't care about the shipment anymore, it's just money we have much more profitable endeavors going on currently. My main focus is I need a killer, I need to see if I can get the boy to kill for me. Hopefully, he passes his little test. We need people to fear us right now." Penguin thought to himself in his office as he went back to reading the paperwork for some of his more legitimate businesses.

[Will Pov]

"Master William, I am with you, please do not take this too far." Said a British voice in his ear.

Will sighed as he followed Orca into a dingy, poorly lit room with a shirtless, tan-skinned man in clown makeup tied to a chair in the center of the room. Will was unable to determine what his ethnicity was through the clown makeup. He was a little exotic looking, and that was only increased by the clown tattoos that covered his body and his bright red hair. He looked up nervously and saw Will, covered in blood with a large wrench on his shoulder.

"If you think I'm betraying the Joker you got another thing coming. I fear him far more than you, brat." The clown man said.

Will merely stared at the man with a blank expression on his face. Fury began to build up within Will. He was getting sick and tired of people looking down on him because of his age. He had been trying so fucking hard, and none of its enough. Will let out a low growl and pulled off his colored contacts, revealing his eyes that glowed with a bright red light. 

"A demonic practitioner does what he wants." Said a demonic voice that rang loud within his ears.

For the first time, Will listened to it. He was getting so tired of resisting his urges. It was getting so hard, slowly eroding his willpower. Most of the time, it took everything for him to fight it. 

Will began to laugh hysterically as he stared down the man. He was a dead man in Will's eyes.

"Orca, can we get some music in here?" Will said in a hideously demonic voice. It was several octaves deeper than usual.

Orca seemed startled by the change in his voice, nodded, and quietly left the room.

While she was out, "Don't even bother talking right now, I'm just gonna hurt you." Will said in a demonic voice with a sadistic smirk on his face. He observed the tools on the table. He had all sorts of instruments to cause as much pain as possible. A car battery, a rag and some water. Some sharp blades, and of course, the wrench he was carrying.

"I suppose it was more than just a wrench." Will thought to himself.

Orca returned with the speaker, and Will connected his phone to it and put on his favorite playlist. The first song began playing. It was, "Handsome," by Dave East, as loud as humanly possible. 

The closer Will got to the man the more his blood and energy sang with excitement as he lifted up the wrench like a baseball bat and slammed it into the man's shin. The bones cracked and blood flew everywhere as a large bone stabbed through the back of his calf. Will just laughed as the man screamed in pain, he felt like he was meant to do this. He listened to the music over the sound of the man screaming and he loved it. He felt powerful, and enjoyed a blissful euphoric rage. He wound up the 30 pound wrench and slammed it into the man's other knee with a smile on his face. The man screamed as more of his bones shattered under the force of the blow. He began sobbing as blood poured down his legs. Will laughed at his helplessness. 

"Looks like you aren't going to be walking any time soon." Will said as he put the bloody wrench down next to the man's chair. He walked over to the table and grabbed the large rag and a full gas can. He pulled the chair to the wall, leaving a trail of blood on the floor. He tilted the chair back and slapped the rag on the clown man's face. He was still sobbing and crying from the pain. He picked up the gas can and began to pour water onto the rag covering the man's face. He sat there for a full three minutes while the man struggled under intense waterboarding. Will didn't care if he got any in the man's lungs; he just smiled and watched him squirm. Will tilted the man back up and ripped the rag off his face. He coughed up a huge amount of water. He was sobbing and choked out, "Fuck you." In between sobs. Will was thrilled; Deathstroke taught him that trick to simulate drowning. It wasn't enough for him, though. It was too boring. He wanted blood, and he wanted it now. He let demonic energy flow into his fingertips, and pitch-black claws formed from the mystical energy sprouted from his fingertips. 

Then he was on the man like a savage beast. Each claw strike pulled more and more flesh from his body. Blood flew everywhere and painted Will red. Will was just lucid enough to make sure he didn't hit anything vital and not go so deep that he caused the man to bleed out instantly. 

He missed this so much, "Why did I ever leave Deathstroke, what kind of dumb shit was I on." Will thought to himself. 

He continued to ferally claw the man like a beast, Will's blood and spirit sang with excitement for him finally listening to it. He carved the words clown into the top of the man's forehead. The man screamed and sobbed as Will stopped for a moment to admire his handiwork. The man was completely disfigured, he'd never be the same after this.

"Master William, whatever is going on, please stop." Alfred said into his ear.

Will hesitated for a moment, "Did I go too far?" Will asked himself.

"Ppp-please stop, I'll tell you e-everything j-just please stop." The disfigured man choked out.

"T-the shipment it's in an abandoned warehouse I-in the hills, over by the Botanical gardens in Joker's turf. Over on Melbourne Street. Please, just let me live." The man begged for his life 

"Master William please don't do anything rash, I don't know what's going on over there but please don't do anything rash." Alfred pleaded.

Suddenly, the devouring technique flashed through Will's mind, and he looked at the man in a trance. Will slowly walked forward, covered from head to toe in blood, the black claws of demonic energy still covering his fingertips. He inched forward, his gaze totally blank. 

"Ww-what are you doing?" The man cried, fear etched into his face.

The man tried to struggle, but he was too weak. Will pressed his clawed fingers into the man's chest and he began to activate the technique. The man pleaded for mercy as the veins on Will's arms slowly turned black. The black veins spread and covered every part of his body, leaving a strikingly demonic visage. He looked pure evil, a man of true lawlessness. 

Will began devouring the man's life force and energy. He felt a euphoria, the likes of which he had never felt before. He felt high as a kite. His cross-shaped pupils dilated as he felt this crazy mixture of pleasure and pain as the man's life force was converted into demonic energy he used to temper his body. It was happening far more rapidly than before, every second that went by, the man slowly became more and more desiccated. Eventually, he looked like a mummy, completely unmoving. The man no longer screamed, no longer said anything. Wills energy soared around 2% from devouring the man. Will let out a sinister smile as he continued to use the technique, wanting to squeeze every last drop from his victim. Suddenly, a bright blue ball of light popped out of the man's mouth. It hovered in the air, waiting for something. Will looked at it and saw a tinge of black inside of it and felt it resonate with the Wrath tattoo on his arm. Will reluctantly pulled his hands out of the man's chest., He felt unwilling to stop the feeling of pleasure that permeated his mind and body. He plucked it out of the air with his fingers and then just knew what he had to do. He swallowed it. Suddenly, Will was overwhelmed with a feeling of pure euphoria. He fell to the ground shaking. It was orgasmic. He had never experienced anything as good as this.

Will moaned, as his spiritual energy soared another percent from devouring whatever came from the man's mouth. He loved it. It was better than sex, better than anything. He wanted more as he felt the energy drill into his body. He began laughing loudly, hysterically. 

"Why have I been holding myself back for so long? I was so miserable before!" He exclaimed loudly between laughs.

Will felt the man's resentment be refined by the flames of wrath within him and merge with the tattoo on his shoulder.

After an hour of pure bliss, Will stood up on shaky feet.

"What did you do, Master William?" Said Alfred's disappointed voice in his ear.

Will looked around and saw no one was in the room, so he took the earpiece out, crushed it in his hand, and quietly slid it in his pocket.