Chapter 130 - My CO Stash #30 - Justice by Black’ Victor Cachat (OnePieceXDCU) (1/2)
-A crossover of One Piece and Justice League~
*DC characters will grow tired of the Straw Hats shenanigans real quick. Weirdos they say.
Sypnosis: Dealing with villains is all part of being a superhero, the Justice League knows this. So how do they handle the new supervillain gang that can't decide whether they're good or evil? And said gang, the Straw Hat Pirates, are just desperate to get home to fulfil their dreams, whatever it takes. And they have no problems with fighting more believers in 'Justice' along the way.
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Chapter 1+2 (exceptional)
Unlike my previous crossovers, this story is meant to be serious, and not a crackfic.
I got this idea from watching some One Piece where the CP9 people and marines were yelling about striving to bring about ”justice,” and I was thinking about how the World Government uses that word to rationalize everything they do, and I started thinking about how the Straw Hats would actually react to meeting more people who honestly believed in justice. Note that in the Navy, marines who both have noteworthy clout and scruples are in the minority, like Smoker for example.
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”So why're we both here, Perry?” Lois Lane demanded as soon as she stepped into her editor's office.
Truthfully, Clark Kent, her fellow reporter for the Daily Planet newspaper, was a little nervous about her coming along. Unlike her, he had a better idea of what they were about to get into, and there were still a few mysteries about this upcoming assignment that bothered him. Still, he trusted Batman's intel, and while Lois was smart and resourceful on her own, he would be there to protect her if necessary.
Having Clark Kent alongside the tough-minded and fiery woman seemed far from reassuring to most, except Clark went to a lot of effort to make people underestimate him. Clothing always slight wrinkled, a habitual slouch that made him appear smaller and slightly overweight, dull glasses that slightly changed the tint of his eyes, and a carefully cultivated air that made people ignore him unless he was firing off piercing and insightful questions as a reporter. Yet underneath that well-made yet unimaginative suit was the red and blue uniform of Superman, the world's mightiest hero.
Gruffly, Editor-in-Chief Perry White put down some papers he was holding to explain. ”I want the two of you to check out a new company that's come out in the last year: Cherry Blossom Medical. The reason I want the two of you is because Kent's sources have brought up a few questions.”
Lois frowned in thought at the name. ”I've been hearing about them a lot lately, now that I think about it. They're making a lot of breakthroughs in medicine, aren't they? Weird logo for a medical company though, a skull and crossbones with pink blossoms all over it.”
Adjusting his glasses, Clark nodded. ”Yes, but despite that marketing issue, they're getting huge business thanks to their developments all across the medical field. Especially in terms of surgery, pharmacology, vaccinations, and salves that cure regular injuries at a staggering rate. According to my sources,” a.k.a. Batman, ”they're also selling their products at less than most companies would, despite how people would be willing to pay a lot more for them. Of course, since it's so popular and cheap, they're still making a lot of money, and growing very fast.”
”Alright,” and then she smiled at Clark, ”so what's the catch, Smallsville? What're they hiding?”
”That's what you're going to find out,” Perry declared, ”especially with what else Kent has to say.”
Lois stopped for a moment in thought. ”It's something to do with Lex Luthor, isn't it? That many advances from one company, and being so charitable and all.”
”Try to be more objective, Lane,” Perry warned. ”Luthor's not responsible for everything. But no, and in a way it's actually even more suspicious because of that.”
”Lots of companies, including both Wayne Enterprises and LexCorp, have been trying to buy the company,” Clark explained, ”except none of them have been successful.”
”Alright,” Lois agreed with raised eyebrows, ”that is suspicious. I know Bruce Wayne's smart and got good people working for him, and if they think it would be a good deal, they'd do all they could to get a hold of Cherry Blossom. Just legally. But keeping Lex out!? How're they doing that!?”
Unspoken between Lois and Clark was the knowledge, loathe as they were to admit it, that Lex was absolutely brilliant, and if the multi-billionaire thought Cherry Blossom was a good deal, then they should probably think of investing in stock themselves. But what was very surprising was the megalomaniac had failed. The man was very skilled at convincing people that they should 'cooperate' with him. He would use bribery, blackmail, threats, violence, whatever it took to get them where they were vulnerable.
Not that they had ever proven anything.
”We'll find out whatever it is, Chief,” Lois promised.
”See that you do.”
”But why isn't Jimmy,” their main photographer, ”here?”
The older man coughed awkwardly at that. ”There's some other photos I want him to catch, yet I also thought it would be best not to have pictures this time, might distract from the Daily Planet's image,” he explained as he hunted for a particular piece of paper. ”The main staff don't get out in public much, but here's a photo of Dr. Nami Mikan,” and he showed Lois the image.
”…No way those are real.”
!JUSTICE!
It was an almost surreal sight.
The sun was bearing down on an unusually hot day, traffic was backed up for blocks to get onto the bridge, but everyone was patiently waiting. Some of the cars just joining the line started angrily honking their horns, until those ahead of them popped their heads out of the window to calmly explain and/or point at a distinctive green glow that would settle everyone down as they realized who was responsible for the delay.
They trusted the hero to have a good reason, and know what he was doing.
John Stewart, or as he was more commonly known, Green Lantern, flew back a few more meters to survey his work. The African-American ex-marine turned space cop had been flying home, wanting nothing more than his bed, when out of the corner of the eye he had caught something wrong with the bridge. A quick inspection revealed that one side of it over the water, blocked from most viewpoints by trees or from facing the ocean, was starting to look a little unstable. Maybe it would have been safe to wait a few more hours, except it would have been criminal to take the risk. Never mind supervillains or alien invasions destabilizing it, what if an earthquake happened?
A little work via his power ring, creating green constructs to act as the necessary tools, and it was looking much better now. He waved to the people watching in their cars (he had blocked traffic from getting on for a few minutes to be safe, but none of them seemed to mind) and flew off. I'll find out who's responsible for this and let them know exactly what I did so they can double-check tomorrow. They were probably sending someone any day now, but this is safer and saves tax payers money. And if they weren't on the ball after all, then it'll serve as a polite wake-up call. I'll still check them out later, and get Batman to help me go through their records to make sure this isn't the result of shoddy work to pay off any kickbacks, he grimly promised.
!JUSTICE!
From the very start Clark was nervous, and glad he had his Superman costume on underneath his suit.
”Doesn't look like much,” Lois noted, taking in the generic, yet newly constructed building. ”For an up and coming company, they sure aren't worried about public image.”
No, Clark thought, but I'd say they are worried about people spying on them, given how the walls are lined with lead. His X-ray vision was useless here.
They went in to see the receptionist, who verified that they had an appointment, although then the pretty woman took a furtive glance around before leaning towards Lois. ”The CEO, he's just all talk, alright? Never touches anyone, and will back off if you tell him to.” Before they could ask any questions, she called the CEO to say that two reporters from the Daily Planet were here, and the cheerful voice told them to come right in.
”Well helloooooo~! It's such a p_l_e_a_s_u_r_e to graced by the enchanting presence of the Lois Lane~!” the man behind the desk cried out, before swooping out to appear before her with a variety of cups on a tray, extended with an exaggerated flourish. ”Something to drink~?”
Despite the tantalizing aromas, Lois tightly refused. The way the man looked her over making her feel slimy.
”Uhm, I'd—” Clark began.
”I wasn't talking to you!” the blonde man snapped, grinding on his cigarette, before throwing a l_u_s_tful look back at Lois. ”Can we start the interview please?” she coldly asked.
”Why of course~!” and the supposed CEO all but danced backwards to pull out a seat for Lois. There was none for Clark.
”We'll stand and you can sit,” she told him, and he agreeably took a seat behind his desk. ”Sanji Kuroashi at your service. You can call me Sanji, Lois~!” he beamed, before glowering at Clark. ”Mr. Kuroashi for you, and don't forget it!”
Unbelievable, Lois thought. This guy can't be in charge! They'd never get anything done. . . . No, alright, calm down. It could be an act. Maybe even probably, given how over-the-top it is. If I have to, I'll just turn on the charm with him, telling Smallsville to give us some space. If all else fails, I hit him and scream while Clark gets the police to lock this creep up.
Privately, Clark was vowing to never leave this man alone with Lois, no matter what she said. He was far too dangerous, and not in the way she was probably thinking.
At first glance, Mr. Kuroashi, if that was his real name, had a thin yet wiry build which implied he kept himself in shape, if only casually. Kryptonian X-ray vision however revealed that like his friend Bruce, the Batman, there was more here than met the eye, but on a greater scale. There was a staggering physique compacted under that skin.
Powerful, wiry muscles that were beyond anything a human could naturally develop. The more that he examined them, the more Clark felt they were more like his own in terms of scale, especially the leg muscles. He had only seen such development in the Flash. No, there was no doubt that Kuroashi was a meta-human, and one with incredible strength.
Given the hints of secrecy and his behaviour, it was very possible Kuroashi was also a dangerous meta-human.
”I can't place your accent,” Lois began, deciding to lead with some easy questions. ”I'd almost swear it was Japanese, but I'm not sure. Where are you from?” Especially since the man sported clearly Caucasian features and hair colour.
”Wherever you want me to be from,” Kuroashi said with transparent effort to appear seductive. He then paused to pull out another cigarette to light it.
”You smoke that inside?” Lois noted with some surprise. While she was not one to judge on such a thing, it was something generally considered as unprofessional. Although what about him is professional? Except for that suit. I admit it is pretty classy. Just about the only good thing about him.
”Why not?” he shrugged while retaining his 'suave' smile, his blond hair still covering his right eye. ”I'm the boss here after all.”
”Your name, 'Kuroashi,' that's Japanese for 'Black Leg' or 'Black Foot,' isn't it?” Clark said, having picked up a little of the language.
”Maybe, what's it matter?” Kuroashi growled.
Deciding that beating around the bush was getting nowhere, Lois switched to the offensive. ”It's really amazing what you've done with this company, Sanji,” she said with the slightest flutter of her eyelashes. Surprisingly, the man became more serious.
”I'm just handling the business side of things, and part time at that. This is really a favour for my friend, who's the real expert. His dream is to find a cure for all of the world's illnesses.”
”So you're doing it to make the world a better place?” Lois sweetly asked, noting how the CEO had said ”his dream,” while Dr. Mikan was a woman.
”Well, it's good publicity, and keeping prices low makes it more appealing for most people,” the CEO countered with a small grin. Surprisingly, once he was focused on this new topic, he almost seemed suave. ”That means people are more willing to try our products out, and then find out how superior we are. Give us enough time,” his smile turning into a smirk, ”we'll put all of the other companies out of business, and be able to expand our operations further.”
”And then you'll raise your prices?” Lois accused.
”Oh no, Lois!” he cried out, looking both horrified at upsetting her and infatuated. ”I'd never do something like that if it'd offend you! Our prices will continue to remain low!”
”But how did you achieve such breakthroughs,” Clark interjected, hoping to rile the man up by 'interfering' between him and Lois again. It made people sloppy. Contrarily, the blonde kept his cool, his smile widening out of pride.
”That's because we've got the best doctor in whole world working here.”
He answered a few more questions in a calm, comfortable manner, yet the veteran reporters were not fooled. Not only was he carefully avoiding giving any more solid details, there was an air of rehearsal to this. As if he were playing a role he had practiced for, as opposed to genuinely being a CEO. Granted, he had said he was not really into this, but given the massive amount of money the company was making, and his wannabe-playboy demeanor, such altruism was harder to swallow.
However, Lois also realized he was procrastinating. ”Could we perhaps meet with Dr. Mikan?”
”Certainly!” and the maniac edge had returned to Sanji Kuroashi. Pushing a speed-dial button on his desk phone, he quickly crooned out, ”Nami-swaaaaan~! Those reporters would like to speak with you~!”
”Be there in a minute!” a bright young voice answered back, yet Clark caught the same accent. Japanese too. Hmm, 'mikan' means 'tangerine,' right?
!JUSTICE!
As much as she wanted to make them suffer, Princess Diana, Wonder Woman, kept herself in check as she tied the sc_u_m up to a handy pole with strips of metal she casually bent in her hands.
Some of those girls aren't even ten! she silently snarled to herself as she struggled to keep her face a mask.
Hollow-eyed, they were huddled behind her, desperately trying to make themselves small enough that she might not see them. Afraid that this violent newcomer was but one more in a chain of abusers. Violators. Owners.
It was the ones with rage and pain in their eyes that concerned Diana however.
They know they're being rescued, and want to use this chance to hurt their captors. Not just kill them, hurt them. Torture them to make them feel the sort of pain they've been forced through. But if I let them do that, let them give in to that sort of violence, it'll only be harder for them to come back.
They might think it'll give them closure, but that's not what we can allow ourselves to teach the children. The ones who will inherit this world.
Millennia ago, before isolating themselves from the world and guarding the gate to Tartarus, Diana's mother and sister Amazons had been subjected to enslavement, ****, murder, and torment at the hands of men, and it was on days like this she wondered if anything had really changed in Man's World. But it must, because there is so much potential for good in all of them. That's why it's up to us to protect them from the monsters, and help them heal from the violations and sufferings inflicted upon them, by those who think they can do whatever they wish.
No matter how much it pained Diana to hold back against these human traffickers. Suppressing her own d_e_s_i_r_e to wreak vengeance in the girls' place. And yes, her own mother and sisters had rebelled and killed their own enslavers, except that was a different time, and not the world she was trying to help build here and now; not only one where this sort of thing did not happen, but one where death was not answered by death. Yes, sometimes it was the only solution, yet that did not mean she wanted to teach it to a bunch of young girls. It became a trap that was too easy to fall into…
For if we want to change the world, then we've got to hold ourselves to that same standard, to prove that change is possible. Or as my mother always said, 'Lead by example, or they will not follow.'
!JUSTICE!
While an attractive, smart, and independent woman in her own right, Lois Lane was finding herself having a tough time believing the same of Dr. Nami Mikan from the moment she sauntered into the room. And no, Lois did not miss how Smallsville's gaze snapped to the woman's oversized bust.
It was not jealousy or disbelief that any woman could be both a brilliant scientist and attractive; the veteran reporter simply had a hard time believing that this vision of beauty spent any time doing hard work of any kind. Her waist-length fiery red hair shone with a healthy gleam that bespoke meticulous and time consuming care. While she wore a lab coat over everything, Lois found it hard to believe that someone supposedly working with chemicals and medical instruments would wear a very high skirt, and her very low and exposing frilled dark blouse was open nearly all the way, displaying her massive and obviously silicone cleavage. Does she even have a bra on!?
Then she caught the woman's eyes, and recognized them from her own reflection.
No, Lois knew. She might be a fraud –what kind of self-respecting scientist would dress like that!?— but she's not just some vapid exhibitionist. Dr. Mikan gave her and Clark a quick once-over, but in a way that Lois knew was to judge their own reactions. Subtle calculations directed towards deciphering the reporters' own intentions, and not in a cynical manner either. This was not a woman who dressed herself up for the sake of the men in her life, nor for their attention. She dressed as she wanted, because it was her body and she looked glorious like this.
This is a woman who's used to getting what she wants, and isn't afraid to do whatever it takes to get it. For all that she dresses like that, I doubt she's into casual romance. I'm still going to chew Clark up for staring at her c_h_e_s_t however. Ugh, he's still glued to it.
!JUSTICE!
Dr. Jonathan fiddled with his sleeve as he prepared to begin his rounds, looking forward to his newest shift. There were always patients to help at Central City Hospital, but things here were a lot calmer these days, without anything truly serious for a while.
Then he was hauled off his feet and his surroundings blurred around him. Blinking he found himself suddenly in the emergency room, a pair of children stretched out before him, heavily burnt and— a quick check confirmed they were not breathing.
Leaping into action, the doctor raced to save them, assistants and medical instruments appearing around him in flashes of red.
An eternity later, the exhausted medical doctor walked out of the room, finding a man in a full-body skintight red suit anxiously tapping his foot. ”They're going to be okay, Flash. You got them the help they needed just in time,” he addressed Central City's beloved hero.
With a sigh of relief, the Flash, secretly Wally West, allowed himself to relax. While many called him the 'Fastest Man Alive,' Dr. Jonathan had always privately referred to him as the 'Friendliest Man Alive,' always looking out to help people, and connect with them. ”There's new treatments we've started by Cherry Blossom Medical that should keep them from getting any scars. But what happened to them?”
”Big fire in an apartment complex,” Flash explained, while an orderly diligently came up with a cart laden down with food. Brightening up a little, the speedster immediately began shovelling down food to appease his hyper metabolism. Continuing, ”I think it was someone smoking indoors or something, and it got out of control.” Wiping his face, Flash finished off the massive meal, and started towards the door with a determined stride.
”The children'll want to thank you when they come to,” Jonathan called after him.
”I'll be back later, I've got to take care of something else first.”
”What?”
Preparing for a massive run, the Flash shot a look back. ”Putting smoke alarms in every household and apartment in the city, and checking the batteries of those that're already there.”
”Wait!”
Braking, Flash stumbled for a moment, before turning back to see the doctor and orderly pulling out their wallets. ”The fire department will probably cover the expense, but here's some to help pay for it all,” Jonathan grimly yet sincerely offered.
Seeing the speedster smile again was infectious for the whole hospital.
!JUSTICE!
Clark could not take his x-ray vision off Dr. Mikan's b_r_e_a_s_ts.
First of all, he had discovered that despite how oversized they were, particularly for someone whose waistline was so thin, they were –somehow— indeed 100% natural.
Second, like the rest of her body, they were still hiding stuff.
Specifically, crammed between the massive pair was a baton made up of strange and unrecognizable technology, as well as an assortment of other objects.
Moreover, while nowhere in the same class as Sanji Kuroashi, her seemingly flawless body concealed a coiled physique that would put a Navy SEAL to shame.
While she might present herself as a beautiful scientist, this woman could doubtlessly run faster and hit harder than any non-Amazonian Human woman Clark had ever met. Instinctively he knew that this was the result of hard training, born from a d_e_s_i_r_e to survive whatever the world could throw at her. What made such a woman feel the need to develop a body like that?
I don't want to leave either of these people alone with Lois, each of whom had discrete ear pieces hidden by their hair, but if we leave now, we might tip them off. Not to mention I'll never be able to convince her to get out of here! Her courage, despite being so fragile, was one of the things he so loved about Lois. And while it was not a reckless, foolhardy courage, there was nothing he could use to justify why he thought she was in danger.
These people are more than they seem, and they're both fighters. How far would they go to protect their secrets?
Clark glanced at Kuroashi and gave a gulp that was only half-faked. The man was evidently trying to set the reporter on fire with his eyes, visibly struggling to resist the urge to say something or attack. He's jealous? But while he's also treating Lois that way? Clark let a hint of contempt show in his eyes. Shameful.
!JUSTICE!
Shayera Hol, known to the people of Earth as Hawkgirl, gently laid the kitten into the arms of elderly woman. ”Hopefully he's learned not to climb trees anymore,” she smiled. Then she gently spreading the feathered wings on her back to take off, making sure to not disturb the grateful senior with a gust of wind.
While still vigilantly keeping an eye out as she performed a random patrol, Shayera took a moment to breath in the peace of this planet. A peace that her fellow Thangarians had not known for far too long. And it'll stay that way! she vowed. These people will never have to grow up knowing threats like the Gordanians!
That was why she was here after all. Why High Command had sent such a skilled lieutenant and former instructor in espionage to infiltrate this world with the mission of determining Earth's weaknesses in case the Gordanians attacked them. When she had first arrived, so far away from the front lines of the seemingly endless war and its atrocities, she had been skeptical that the fighting would reach here. As time had passed, and particularly after joining with her fellow defenders and heroes to repel the Imperium Invasion, she had discovered many things that might attract the Gordanians and their depravity.
Technology and people with powers to fuel their war machines. Innocents that the Gordanians would torture for the sheer joy of it.
Yet as Hawkgirl, she was also finding a sense of peace that she had never known growing up on a world geared for a seemingly endless war. As a hero, she struck out with her Nth-mace to capture, not to kill. She worked to help the weak that the cold practicalities of warfare had often forced her to reluctantly overlook. With the Justice League she had found friends she could trust and depend on.
Despite the lies she had to tell, it was her personal pride and p_l_e_a_s_u_r_e to serve these people and protect them. Even better, as a member of the Justice League she was in the perfect position to do so. Either from the villains of this world, or from the Gordanians should they ever appear.
!JUSTICE!
Lois and Dr. Mikan ignored Clark who was following behind them for the tour, with Mr. Kuroashi picking up the rear. ”How do you stand working with that guy?” Lois bit off, hoping to provoke a reaction. Plus, she was genuinely curious as to why this sharp-eyed woman endured all of that depraved attention. . . . She probably abuses it to get whatever she wants.
”Sanji's not so bad,” Dr. Mikan lightly defended. So, on first name's basis, Lois noted. ”For all that he acts, he's a gentleman to the core,” the redhead continued. ”Mostly. At the very least, a lady can always feel safe around him. Which is more than you can say about most men.”
The incredulously raised eyebrow Lois gave was ignored, and Dr. Mikan went on to explain her work and what her current projects were. While it did not seem rehearsed like Kuroashi's commentary, it was still hard for the reporter to swallow, unless . . . ”You use the treatments yourself, don't you?” she asked.