Karma

*ZZISSHHH*

A sound of sizzling made it's way to the people in the room as a circle of golden red sparkling portal appeared.

Ricky and the two security guards inside froze in complete shock before the two equipped their pistols and aimed at the weird portal.

But like Rona, Randall stood up as well as they both faced the portal and he raised his hand at the two security guards to put their weapons down.

Randall and Rona must have seen this spell once or twice for them to not be surprised.

Ricky was looking at the portal with his fave twitching in denial, the portal is not really what is shocking but the so-called location he was seeing through the portal.

It was an alley.

It wasn't anywhere special, but for an alley to appear in the middle of his office. He looked back and forth between Rona and Randall only to realize they weren't even fazed by this spectacle.

He would understand Rona being used to this kind of thing but his father?

Since the moment he was born, Rona was there and gave her love to him like he was her own son, and she was great at telling stories. Stories of the Greek pantheon and how mighty she is, and Ricky grew up thinking her strength was a normal thing only to figure out later that she was more than a normal person.

And all the stories of her battles and her experience of sorceries became a reality rather than just stories. And so Ricky knew how out of the world Rona is.

A sudden movement brought everyone's attention.

Alfie hopped through the portal before it quickly closed down like he was in a rush running from something.

"Jesus, how long are those amateurs gonna keep chasing me?!" Alfie screamed out in frustration before turning around facing the three in front.

Randall and Rona weren't looking at Alfie but what he has in hand.

On his left hand was a box of pizza and on top of that box were two foam plates of sushi and mexican tacos and burritos. On his right hand was a large cup of soda with a straw.

"Well well well, look who it is…" Alfie said slowly.

"...if it isn't my lovely Rona. Have you been flying?"

"It really is you!!" Rona said as she ran into him giving him a bear hug.

Alfie spread his hand as she did so, though he didn't put his arms up to welcome the hug rather than making sure she doesn't know the food and drinks away. But there was no need to tell her.

"I really couldn't believe it, when I heard that you were somehow here I could not help denying it thinking it's some trick." She said as she backed off looking all around him.

"But how is this possible, I thought…"

"Well we had great luck, good enough to bring us back to life that is." Alfie said as he brought the soda to sip.

"Anyway, Rona, there has been something on my mind ever since I entered this room…" Alfie said as he closed in to her.

"Hmm?"

"...who the hell is that old fart?" Alfie "whispered" into her ear.

Everyone had different reactions when they heard his question.

Rona sniggered as she covered her mouth and stepped back, Ricky was still at a loss, and the two security guards were either anxious or lost.

Randall on the other hand would have already turned beet red and donned a few tick marks if he was an anime or cartoon character.

"?!Wha- I'll show you who the hell is old!!" Randall gnashed out as he stepped forward with his fist up and clenched.

Standing in front of Alfie with his hands cocked back, Randall saw the "surprise" in Alfie's face and so he smiled wide and struck with a strong right.

*Thwack*

The end results was Randall's front body slamming into the wall with a red mark on his face.

"Oh dear, I might have gone too hard, what if this old man suddenly break his hip or back?!" Alfie said with a tone of worry, his left leg still up on face-level.

But his face donned the most ridiculous mockery that was possible.

"D-...DAD?!" Ricky froze in shock before he ran up to his father who seemed like he was knocked out.

The two security guard had their weapons up again aiming at Alfie with a serious attitude.

Rona was still giggling on the side whilst cover her mouth.

"Weapons down." Rona said to the two with a sudden serious air.

"W-what?!"

"B-but ma'am...he just-"

"I won't repeat myself." She spoke again.

The two put down the guns with unwillingness and a frown.

"Wh- what is the meaning of this?! Rona!! Explain!!" Ricky said with fire.

No one said anything.

But Randall jerked up as if coming up to the surface after spending some time underwater.

"YOU PSYCHOPATH!! Where is your respect for your elders?!" Randall yelled out as he got up and walked up to Alfie with his finger pointing at him.

"Even after all this time you act like a rogue!!"

"Elder? My respect? Me being a rogue?

Who's my elder? Why would I give respect to some smelly old man who is seconds away from dying from a wind blow? And I take being a rogue with pride, rogues are cool." Alfie said as he stood in front of Randall looking up and talking down at Randall.

"Ricky, who looks older? Me or this buffoon?" Randall turned around and looked at his son as he pointed at himself and Alfie.

But before Ricky could even think of saying anything, Randall spoke again.

"See I look older, and that makes me the eellddeerr, now do us a favor and be a good boy by giving your respects to me.

And take one of my strikes and I'll show you who could fall from a weak blow.

And rogues are good for noth…"

As the two went on making their points, the clueless few in the room seemed to have gotten an inkling of an idea of what's going on.

At some point Rona stepped in and stopped the two childish behaviors.

Ricky plopped onto the chair behind the desk and started drinking with a careless expression giving up on assuming things on the situation.

"Sir, you told me of the coming threat big enough to change the world's point of view, you also wouldn't tell me anything unless Alfie is here.

Now that he's here, I think it's time we talk." She said crossing her arms.

"Hmm, she's right, now that Fred is here-"

"I told you, stop calling me by that dumb name, that's not my name."

"Technically it's part of your name, so in the end it really is your nam-"

"Gentlemen!"

"Right right, follow me now." Randall said but paused as he turned towards his son.

"Oh uh son, we will speak more soon."

*******

The three had entered into a meeting room sometime ago but moments later they disappeared.

But for the three's point of view they were still in the room, except they saw broken reality around them like glass.

They had questions for the current spell but Alfie waived those questions off as they move to more important topics.

Randall let out everything he has been holding, his thoughts, decisions, mistakes and doubts he had held for so long. Soon after he asked about how Alfie was able to stay so alive let along look so young.

Rona cut in and would ask her questions to understand and catch up on certain areas. Alfie answered enough and told what he should and shouldn't say that's necessary.

And soon after asking enough about the coming threats, Alfie turned the tables and asked his own.

One of the first few questions was about the killers of the Starks and Peggy Carter. Also some information to verify Bucky's body as clearly as he can.

Alfie then asked about the few preparations he tasked Randall to do years ago.

"Well if I'm being honest, the "Big" project isn't even done and still has missing materials for them." Randall said as he scratched his beard thinking. "But the few small things have been done years ago and have been upgraded every time there are better ideas or ingredients."

**********

Between Midtown and Harlem on top of a certain high skyscraper a dark figure was using the buildings corner edge to kneel and look down unto the Harlem borough.

This figure was the one who picked a fight with Alfie sometime ago, and is now patrolling the cities but also has its eyes and ears for anything that involves a man named Alfred McBride or anything black and orange.

A few beeps were heard on the arm tech the Batman had as he raised it up listening in as the dispatch reported an emergency call for an armed group threatening a few young men in an entrance of an abandoned warehouse.

(A lot of abandoned work buildings for a state that never sleeps)

*Whoosh*

Batman let himself fall before he used the cape to glide downwards into the ins of the borough.

Somewhere in Harlem near the train tracks and a rusted and old warehouse, two teenagers were on the ground covering themselves from the few old thugs yelling and kicking at them. One of the teenagers had a basketball on him while the other had a school bag.

"I heard you're something like a golden boy in school." One of the things said as he kicked the ball away from the young teenagers grasp as it flew away. "I heard nobody fucks with you there but how about outside? Eh? You scare the weak but what about now?" The thug drunkenly said as if he had a grudge with the young man.

The teenager and his friend is frowning but still anxious as their face tensed from this situation.

The thug suddenly looked at the guy in the back and spoke. "Oh you can go, I ain't gone no deal with you." He said.

The other teenager beamed in gratefulness but then it clicked to him that his friend who the thugs seem to focus on.

"Eric… just go." The teenager in front said.

The other hesitated at every step before one of the thugs ran at him which he stumbled and fell before getting back up and running.

Now the thugs focused on the teenager that was now alone.

"We won't have much time before the cops might come and catch us in the act." The thug in the lead said. "But I got business with you kid."

"What the hell do you want? I ain't done nothin to you."

*PAH*

The thug slapped him as hard as he could, so hard that the young man's ears were ringing and his cheek was numb.

"No, not me. But my nephew on the other hand…" The thug grabbed the clothes of the teenager and pulled him in. "If I was just a minute late last week...the boy would have commited suicide right in front of me." He said with his best on holding his anger and sadness.

The eyes of the teenager seemed to have slowly widened.

"You think you're hotshit just because you got a little money and some backers behind you?" The thug said as he pushed the teenager and stepped on him with his foot keeping him there.

"Shitt like that won't matter out here, you're a punk that bully's the weak but you don't know shitt about dirtying your own hands." The thug said.

"Aren't you also a bully yourself? What are you doing now?" The teenager responded.

"I've fought tougher cats than me, win or lose. I don't always go after the weak for no reason." The thug was handed a bat. "You're one of those reasonable ones." The thug raised the bat as the teenager panicked.

"W-...wait!!"

But there was nothing to be done and the bat was already coming down. Until…

*Whooshing*

*Ting*

The sound of something cutting wind closed on them before the bat was knocked out of the hands of the thug and a visible Batarang was laying on the ground not far from the group.

"What the hell?!"

The thugs looked around and scrambled to find something. But during their distraction a black blur dropped in the middle of them before it blurred all around them.

Sounds of hitting, grunting, yelling and thuds were heard from the thugs and the teenager could only see a darker blur in the night.

Not long the few thugs all fell unconscious as the teenager saw a black bush in front of him and in the middle of the thugs.

The bush started to get taller and taller until he saw the pointed ears and the cape covered body.

The white eyes stating a hole into the teenager without any movements or sound.

The teenager wanted to scream for help, but it felt like he would be harmed before he could even open his mouth.

It was like this for a few long seconds until another sound was made cutting through the wind.

*Whoosh*

Batman looked to the side to catch a glimpse of a projectile thrown at his head, and so he dodged to the side and saw the projectile pass slow enough for him to know that it was a kunai.

Batman quickly turned his head back left only to see a giant foot that was already too late to dodge.

*Bam*

Batman was knocked back and into the air where he maneuvered his legs and did a backflip in mid air before skidding back on three's and looked up to see who the attacker was.

It was Deathstroke.

Deathstroke glanced sideways to the teenager before saying one word.

"Scram."

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Had a writers block, brainstorm on new ff ideas, and relaxed.

And honestly I didn't know how to set up Alfie and Randall's reunion as they aren't exactly the intimate type or serious type. (It disgusts them)

Anyways Happy Thanksgiving!!

Guess who eating smoked deer for thanksgiving?!?! That shitt bomb🤤🤤