Back on Track

AN: Hey everyone sorry for not updating but after my finals I learned that my best friend was graduating. He however was in a different state so I got a little vacation. I used most of my PTO and some of my vacation but worth it I'm proud of my friend. Again sorry everyone and I hope you enjoy the chap.

*GENERAL POV*

Armed men surrounded a shirtless man whose body was covered in tattoos. He had black cargo pants and combat boots; his face was covered by a mask that had intricate carvings.

The mask itself seemed to made out of bone but was able to deflect bullets, and where the eyes should be were pits of darkness that showed nothing even when a light was shown in.

The mask didn't move no move how hard he they tried to remove it. After disarming and searching him they cuffed this person and began to take him to Belle Reve.

They had him surrounded and disarmed, he had even surrendered but every one there knew that he could break free at any time. They had no proof of this just a feeling, a feeling that had kept many of them alive.

Dr. Victor Freeze had wondered why he gave up after his first attack. His opponent had easily smashed the ice and made to attack, but then he just stopped. He was all but dead to the world and the soldiers took advantage of this to apprehend him.

They took his weapon, they put a meta dampening collar on him and put on every restraint they had yet they all knew it wouldn't hold.

He didn't move unless prompted and this lasted even when they reached a safe house. From there they transferred him to Belle Reve, and during this time he never moved.

They tried to insert a small bomb in his neck but they weren't able to peirce his neck, so they put a collar that would explode if someone tried to take it off.

It was only after the collar was on that they brought him to Amanda Waller, and as soon as he laid eyes on her it was like a mental switch had been flipped. All restraints that were put on him were broken and before anyone could respond the vigilante had Amanda Waller's head between his hands slowly crushing her.

It happened in less than a second and a second was all he needed to snap her neck. After her body hit the floor all hell broke loose.

Bullets flew through the air and the bomb around his neck went off, Mr. Freeze froze the area he was in and if he "accidentally" hit a few guards then that couldn't really be helped.

For less than a moment the world stopped waiting for something and that something came when a chunk of ice crushed several guards against the wall.

He rushed out uncaring of the bullets that pelted him or the waves of ice that tried to incase him. He broke bones and used many of the guards as make shift weapons.

The conflict only lasted seconds starting with the death of Amanda Waller and ending with him encaving the face of Mr.Freeze. After a moment he just looked around looking for any other opponents then after seeing that everyone was down he pulled out a phone out of nowhere and sent a text.

Moments later a dark purple portal opened and he dragged an unconscious Mr.Freeze through it, not saying a word during the whole ordeal.

*KEN'S POV (2 DAYS EARLIER)*

This was bad, if what that entity said was true then getting out of the DC universe might be harder than I thought. I need to keep my clones to a minimum and focus on getting out of here.

I should also take a closer look into the mystical side of things because what that thing that looked like my Mom said about my soul disturbed me more than I care to admit.

The big problem with that is that I'm not very knowledgeable about the mystical side of DC. I know of Zatara, Zatana, Constantine, and Kent Nelson most of them would turn me over or contact the Justice League wich is something I don't want and the one would most likely end up selling my soul which you know not good.

Ugh I feel so lost, deep down I know the likelyness of me doing this alone is low but my chances of getting back lower significantly when I add in others. The people of this universe have a bad habit of sticking their noses in other people businesses, which for heroes isn't bad especially when those people need help...but these people bring their own baggage that make a mess out of everything.

I don't want to have to deal with a phyco AI or alien war lord who want to use my portal to concur another reality or some other bull so the fewer who know the better. If I could just get someone to look at my soul and give me some info about dimension traveling I could figure something out.

Kent Nelson would be the best bet, not Dr.Fate but Kent Nelson. Dr.Fate would most likely try to obliterate my ass for upsetting the balance or something.

OK! Time to get back on track!

Coming out of my thoughts I decided to end my fight with Deathstroke and get together with my clones. Spreading out was a mistake one that I plan to rectify.

Charging with blinding speeds that he wasn't expecting I slashed with my warp sword. He had the reaction time to block but not dodged when my blade passed effortlessly through his sword and then through him.

He undoubtedly was more skilled than me and if he knew what I could do he would've come up with a plan to take me out, but luckily for me I made an effort to not use my powers. So...cheap shots for the win!

He was saying something but I didn't bother listening. A gauntlet that appeared heavily rusted appeared on my hand and with a touch Deathstroke began to turn into dust.

After a moment I look around the destroyed buildings that surrounded me and felt disgusted with myself. Screwing around, that's what I've been doing since I got here.

Sulking and screwing around, and even if I decided to stay and build a life here when did I start playing around with people like Deathstroke? Like I'm no Saint and have fun from time to time, but when did I let someone like him go so I could fight him again to better myself, shit not even to better myself I copied all of his moves when we first fought with my dollar store sharigan so this was pointless.

With a grunt I closed my eyes and began to go through the memories of my clones. In hindsight it was remarkably easy to form connections with those they came across, especially when it came to those who are more prominent characters or people.

My Hashirama clone gets into philosophical debates with Richard Dragon that can last hours. My Sozu clone is somewhat close to Bronze Tiger, while not verbal they spend most of their time sparring and talking about training.

After Jayden left the shadows he went to Latvia and grew to be an older brother figure to the princess. Ryu had built a weird student teacher relationship with Ted going as far as Ted showing Ryu some of his personal techniques.

Thing that should have taken months if not years, done in a matter of weeks. As for Cane we'll he all but made his own team of super brats.

I need to pull them out and refocus on my goal, but I also need a place to work because I don't think that my apartment will be able to hold a portal. I need to.... I need to...

When I go through my clones memories it is very much like skimming through a book while you get the part you need you also miss sometimes very important bits. That said I mainly focus on the techniques that they are taught or if any info like the Justice League is after me or if there is an item like a mother box that I could get.

I have recently learned that my clones can get out of control and to a degree are being manipulated. That being said I'd like to believe that there are some things that are obviously No-nos. After reviewing my clones memories I have been proven wrong again but this time in a very dangerous way.

Taking a breath I made a connection with my Ryu clone. My orders were simple kill Amanda Waller and bring me Mr.Freeze. I already helped Nora might as well finish the set. As for Waller there is no way she would leave my clone alone after setting her sights on him and I don't want to deal with that crap.

Next was my Hashirama and Sozu clone their orders were simple leave their teachers and once in the clear dispell. As for Jayden he would help me get a decently sized place to work. One that be somewhat protected legally anyway.

As for Cane...that clone in particular has proven to be more troublesome to me than damn near everyone I've met so far and since he is me I don't really know what to make out of that. Forming a connection with my Cane clone we were also joined by that entity.

Ken: "One question yes or no. No sales pitch or excuses just...yes or no."

Cane: "Errrr....ok?"

Ken: "Did you make a fucking A.I?"

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Cane: "Yes but here me out, its-"

Ken: "ARE YOU FUCKING INSANE!!!