All The Time In The World (Stryker's Island)

[Shade]

When he wasn’t sleeping, eating, or working out to stay in shape he would sit in his ‘room’ and think. What he thought about only he truly knew which of course was just the way he liked it. Even the world’s top psychics and mind readers did not dare to enter his mind for fear of what they would find, he was regarded as criminally insane but their reasoning for dubbing him so? Simply because he saw the truth, he peaked behind the curtain and saw the man sitting there at his work shop operating the great and powerful Oz. He saw the truth of the organization and all the errors they and even he himself had committed, and it was not a truth the man dubbed ‘The Traitor’ enjoyed.

To the eyes of his own American people, and the Government he worked so hard to protect and serve he was worse than Snowden a man who revealed some of the same truth that ‘prisoner #00666’ had foreseen and was nearly as bad as the man who first saw the truth. A different truth, but a truth nonetheless. Because of this he now sat in the world’s highest security prison, a place from which he did not believe he would ever escape from. A fate worse than death if you believed the stories that were told about the big bad Island, and he certainly did. The only good thing about his ‘life’ in the prison was his solidarity. Sure he was always under constant watch, but they did not let anyone near him for fear he would steal said poor sap’s power and use it against them.

With his mind any power became dangerous in his hands, the possibilities of things he could do were endless and all it required was a little touch. Just one tiny touch was enough for him to absorb the knowledge of the holder and rewrite his own DNA to give him that power. Of course here on the lonely Stryker’s Island where everyone was a prisoner, human interaction was little to none. Running a hand through his hair he grinned a devilish grin, turned and looked up at the camera before winking and turning around so his back was towards the camera, and the door. Human interaction was about to become one. It would probably be some guard or a ‘handler’ who had no powers but it would be enough to set his mind at ease, perhaps this time it would be someone with some intelligence. Someone who could match his wit. He doubted it.

Not many people alive, save for those with super human intelligence could match his mind. 1 out of every 3,000,000 could if you were to believe the IQ tests, but he didn’t, he lied on his. A sly grin plastered onto his face, piercing black eyes burning into the wall now in front of him he listened. Listened and waited, it shouldn’t be long now, especially when he slowly reached his right hand into his left sleeve. There was nothing there of course, he knew that subconsciously, but consciously which of course was the best way to fool a psychic he believed there was something there. Fingers slowly gripping around the object, mentally he could feel his hands wrapping around it, but he did not pull it out. Oh no, too early for that…best to wait and let the man or woman coming to visit there first.

Tick, tock went the clock in his brain as the seconds went by, tick, tock, tick, tock…there were the footsteps. Oh the lovely footsteps…he couldn’t quite place whom they belonged to, they were not those of someone he had heard recently. Or perhaps he had never heard them at all…no matter they were upon the door now. The lock was opened and the door handle turned down, the door flying open as they stepped in the room. His back still turned to the person who had made their entrance, ‘The Traitor’ took a deep breath taking in their scent and smiled. “Hello, so good of you to join me…I’d offer you something to drink, but at the most it would be toilet water.”

[Vigilante]

"VERY amusing..."

Amanda Waller walked in with her own patented swagger as usual comprising of a stiff upper lip and a mean and calculating smile. She pulled herself a chair and sat at a good enough distance away from the Traitor with two armed guards on both sides as well as one that stood to the side of the table.

Guard at the Side:

"Your power is so very amusing. It is perfect against all of those we want to keep in check and yet, so perfectly incapable of protecting you from a simple micro- biotech bomb planted in your skull."

Her smile widened, expecting the usual, cocky supergenius type to hesitate to think about how to escape and deal with the bomb. Amanda was smart herself and, after years of experience, she knew how these types worked. There was no need, all one needed to do was appeal to their destructive primal motives to counter their predicted burst of mental focus on escape.

"I suppose I don't need to tell you what I'm going to ask you to do. I'm just going to give you the folder of who I want you to neutralize, if you haven't figured it out already. Once this is done, freedom is yours. You fly to the United States in 0600 hours. Get some rest"

With that Amanda left the room, with the guard at the table escorting them out until the door was locked behind them and stopped to put his hands behind his back and put himself on some sort of automated standby, which would watch the Traitor throughout the night until it was time to move out. All sorts of sensors would be tracking him throughout the night so it was near impossible to stop blinking without anyone noticing.

The folder contained all known information about the one person who was keeping the United States from having first pick of their own Justice League, The Dark Knight.

[Shade]

As soon as he heard the voice of the person, or at least one of the people, who entered his ‘little’ cell The Traitor removed his hand from his sleeve. It was of no use to continue to make it appear as if he had something inside of the sleeve when in fact there was nothing there and she of course had to of known that otherwise she wouldn’t have even come in the room. Even with the three guards. Her next sentence however was one that Leonardo Cratus found to be interesting to say the least. It not only inferred that she was going to use him for the Suicide Squad, but it also showed that they had somehow been able to plant the bomb in his head without his knowing.

Of course he knew what the Suicide Squad was, as a previously Government employed Super Hero on a United States Government sanctioned super hero team and before that an Intelligence Officer for both the Marines and CIA respectively one learned things. Like for example that there was a certain Task Force X that used incarcerated Super Villains, with bombs implanted in their heads to keep them from straying from orders, to do the dirty work the government needed done but couldn’t be seen doing openly in exchange for reduce sentences or to be released fully. With what the Government that currently ran that Task Force thought of him he never imagined he’d see the light of day, but it appeared he was wrong for once.

He remained quiet throughout her ‘speech’ knowing full well what his cooperation, or lack thereof, meant he was simply surprised that this mission of course was going to grant him his freedom. The surprise however did not show on his face, that was not leverage he was going to give them. With this information his mind started racing with ideas of who and what could be important enough to risk him getting out and seeing the light of day again. One name kept popping back up only to be shot down time and time again, until it seemed to be the only logical explanation. The one remaining person who could cause this much trouble that they’d have to turn to him. He sat and watched as Waller left, having turned around to face her sometime during the one sided conversation.

As she left the room he picked up the folder intending to confirm his suspicion. His target was of course the Dark Knight, also known as the Batman. Less commonly known as Bruce Wayne. A connection Leonardo had put together two years ago while working for the CIA, the information that was currently in the folder in his hands however was much more info than the CIA had on the man. This would be a difficult task but Prisoner #00666 was sure he could accomplish the task. The only question he was left wondering was who else would he have to work with? This was called the Suicide Squad meaning more than one person. Hopefully they were competent, even if he did want to do this alone. After studying the information for about a couple of minutes, not needing much more due to his Eidetic Memory, he laid the information down then went to his own bed and closed his eyes.

[Vigilante]

There would be a military C-130 waiting for departure to the outskirts in Gotham. Once inside, the Traitor would see a group of pristinely evil looking individuals with malevolent expressions. One was a blonde slender male who wore a sort of gas mask and also wore a white hooded jacket with the words "FALLEN" in large font on the back of the jacket. The other was a brute with green skin and blue hair. The texture and color of his skin and hair would seem horrifying due to the fact that he looked like he was made of a kind of otherworldly plastic (like an action figure). The third was a man with a scar in camoflauge outfit, a beret, pierced ears, and green painted hair. He sat in a more relaxed manner than the others and grinned with pointy canines. He seemed to be the most open to talking with the one with the gas mask the least sociable looking. As for the monster... most people avoided him anyway but, hey, not everyone judged by looks.

[Shade]

He was woken up by the guards in a very unpleasant way, and was quickly handed his clothing and equipment minus of course his gun and knife. He expected no less. After showering to wake himself up fully the man known as the Traitor got dressed. For him it felt wonderful to once again be wearing actual clothing and not the redundant prison orange uniform with his white little ‘name tag’ etched into uniform on the right breast pocket bearing the name Prisoner #00666. Now however he was wearing on his lower half black suit pants, and a stylish yet efficient black dress shoes that when clicked together a knife would expose its self from the front of the shoe. His upper body consisted of a white long sleeve dress shirt and a suit jacket both of which were worn over top of a bullet proof vest.

Strapping on his watch and making sure everything else was in order he followed the guards, entire body practically locked down and blindfolded of course, out of the complex and into the fresh air out the outside world. From there he was lead to the military C-130 and his binds were removed after of course he was inside and his binds were removed. A quick scan of the area and the occupants inside of it showed that his thoughts the previous night were correct. Moving to his designated area he picked up both his of two pistols and holstered them, the knife going to the sheath on his lower leg while he examined the Barret .50 Caliber sniper rifle conveniently placed with his normal two weapons. He would of course need a proper assessment on who his ‘teammates’ were but he had an idea of how this could be done quick and easy.

An idea that formed the moment he walked aboard the plane and got a proper look at the other members. It was obvious they were going to intercept the Bat in Gotham city as he was none to kind on others entering his city. This plan of course kept cultivating and changing and reimagining its self as he took his time assembling and disassembling the sniper rifle. He needed to completely understand the weapon before things got too hairy. When he was positive he knew the thing forwards and backwards, he looked up at the three members around him immediately taking charge. “I assume you all know who I am.” The entire world did it would be of no surprise if these three did not “and I assume you know why Waller has chosen you specifically for this…job, I myself obviously am frowned upon by the US government and don’t think too highly of it myself but this mission is one I can get behind as it means freedom. So, let’s make this quick and simple yes? If no plan is given to us by the time we land I’d like to know what each of you can do and what you bring to the table. For I do have a plan to take out the Bat.”

All it needed was a push.

[Vigilante]

"Hah!"

The green haired man laughed and responded in a thick aussie accent.

"Yeah! You're the brains of the group right? WELP. I manipulate friction in a 50 foot radius and I'm pretty good at fightng. Big guy over here is not only super strong but is also immortal. The guy just pops up after 30 flippin minutes if he gets beaten! And finally asthma over there can ... well... HEY BOTTLETOP... WHAT DO YOU DO?"

He yelled over the loud propellers turning on in the plane. The hooded man whispered back.

"Ohoh, yeah he's a great mix with oxygen! He can exhale and inhale large quantities of it.. As for me my name's Jason, pleased to meet you! WE figured you were the brains of this mission so we were honestly waiting for your input, but what we were going to come up with would be an ambush crime."

[Shade]

“An ambush crime? Oh no what I have in store is much more…thrilling.” Sure, he doubted absolutely everything would work perfectly but he could hope. Of course after hearing everything the three of them could do he knew exactly what was needed to be done. They’d draw the Batman out, make sure he was tired from dealing with the big man while the other two did their things. As for Leonardo himself, well he knew exactly where he would be. Standing up he walked around the plan and upon finding an oxygen tank and mask to go along with it he set it down in front of the green haired Australian. “You might need this for your part of the plan.” It was a simple plan really, and one he expected to work. Why? Because theoretically it had already worked once on a much larger scale.

Except this time they were not looking to break the Bat, no. This time they were going to kill Bruce Wayne. What better way to do so than to tire out the Batman, make sure he won the fight though but not without taking some damage himself and then when he returns home give him the surprise of his life. Before taking said life away from him. “The plan is a simple one really, I hope you three aren’t dumb enough to believe that the Batman is the only identity the man has. We three.” He said motioning to himself, the Australian, and the man who controls oxygen “Will be the second part of the plan…while you” here he looked over at the immortal brute with a smile “Will break the Bat. You will distract him just long enough for me to contact you and let you know everything is ready. Then and only then will you lose. You are going to get to fight with the Batman anywhere you please but you are not winning this fight.”

He then of course explained the rest of the plan to them as the plane touched down in Gotham City. “Everyone understand what it is they are supposed to do?” He asked only to receive nods. “Good. Move out.” He went off in one direction with the Australian and the Oxygen Man while the Immortal Man went off in another.

((Yo loooong wait for this sorry xD so essentially the plan is that while Big man is off dealing with the Batman the Australian and the Oxygen guy will subdue Alfred and anyone else in Wayne Manor while Leonardo sets up a bit a ways away with his Sniper trained in through a window in the main Living Room. Where when all is set up and ready he'll have Big Guy lose the fight to Batman who will join them at Wayne Manor when he gets back up later for backup if the plan fails and Leonardo somehow misses his shot or Oxygen man and Australian can't handle Bats.))

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