Destruction

Lucan hovered above Tokyo, Japan, staring down at the city stretching below, lights flickering across buildings and streets filled with cars and people moving fast. A smirk spread across his face, and he tilted his head before dropping straight down, accelerating as wind roared past, slamming into Shibuya Crossing, shattering pavement with his landing, sending cars tumbling through the air, crashing into hundreds of bodies that burst apart on impact, blood splashing across the intersection as he stood and flew forward fast, streaking through skyscrapers, glass exploding outward, concrete crumbling in his wake, wind ripping through streets behind him, flipping vehicles, shredding crowds into chunks that splattered against walls.

He banked upward, flying through a commuter train mid-transit, metal tearing apart as he passed, cars derailing and smashing into platforms packed with people, bodies breaking on his chest, blood coating his suit while the wind following him tore through stations, collapsing roofs onto thousands fleeing below, crushing them under steel and stone. He shot across the city, plowing through a stadium hosting a baseball game, stands shattering as he flew, fans bursting against him, guts spraying, wind blasting bleachers into residential blocks, flattening homes, killing hundreds trapped inside as he emerged on the other side and flew upward, grabbing a passenger jet overhead, ripping it in half, hurling both pieces into downtown Tokyo, crashing through high-rises, flames erupting, incinerating thousands in offices and apartments.

He dove back down, streaking through Ginza's shopping district, bodies exploding on contact, blood drenching him as wind ripped storefronts apart, hurling debris into crowds, smashing hundreds into pulp against buildings while he flew faster, punching through a mall, floors collapsing as he passed, escalators tumbling with shoppers breaking apart, bodies mangling in machinery, wind toppling the structure onto streets below, crushing thousands more. He banked toward Tokyo Tower, flying through the base, metal snapping, tower falling as he exited, crashing across Roppongi, flattening clubs and homes, killing hundreds under twisted steel while wind tore through surrounding blocks, shattering windows, shredding people caught outside.

He flew low over Ueno Park, slamming through a festival crowd, bodies bursting against him, blood soaking his face as wind uprooted trees, hurling them into buildings, collapsing walls onto families inside, killing thousands in seconds. Three figures streaked toward him—Japanese heroes, one in red armor firing energy blasts, another in a white cape swinging a glowing sword, the third in black summoning wind blasts—they attacked, blasts hitting his chest, sword slashing his arm, wind pushing him back slightly. He grabbed the red-armored hero, crushing his skull in his fist, blood spurting, then punched the sword-wielder's chest, caving it in, ribs piercing lungs, body dropping limp, and caught the wind-user's throat, snapping her neck, tossing her into a crowd below, flattening dozens as he roared, "All of you are so weak!"

He shot forward, flying through Akihabara, crowds bursting on him, blood dripping off as wind blasted electronics shops apart, hurling shelves and arcade machines into streets, smashing hundreds running for cover while he punched a gas main, igniting an explosion that swallowed blocks, flames racing through, burning thousands alive. He flew to the Imperial Palace, streaking through the roof, guards firing rifles that bounced off—he flew past, bodies breaking, wind collapsing walls onto hundreds inside, blood pooling on mats as he exited and grabbed a chunk of stone, hurling it into Chiyoda, smashing government buildings, killing officials and aides by the thousands under rubble.

He accelerated, flying through Shinjuku, tearing skyscrapers in half, toppling them onto streets, crushing thousands fleeing below while he banked upward, punching through a weather balloon, sending it crashing into a residential district, gas igniting, flames spreading fast, burning families in homes, killing hundreds trapped inside. He dove into Odaiba, flying through a ferry, hull splitting, passengers bursting on him as wind hurled the wreckage into hotels, collapsing them onto thousands vacationing, blood mixing with seawater while he flew to Asakusa, streaking through Senso-ji Temple, bodies pulping, wind uprooting the pagoda, crashing it into crowds, killing hundreds praying below.

He flew across the Sumida River, slamming through a cruise ship, wind sinking both halves, drowning hundreds thrashing in the water while he landed in Tsukiji, flying through the fish market, smashing workers and buyers, igniting gas lines that exploded, burning thousands in flames. He shot upward, streaking through a dozen more high-rises, bodies splattering, wind collapsing them onto districts below, killing thousands in apartments and offices while he flew faster, punching through subway tunnels, trains derailing as he passed, crashing into stations, crushing commuters by the hundreds.

He hovered over the wreckage, blood dripping from his suit, staring at Tokyo's ruins—fires spread across the city, buildings lay flattened, streets filled with bodies and Lucan just laughed before flying off into the sky bedre the Justice league could arrive.

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Mark sat on the couch in Galatea's penthouse, holding Lucy against his chest, rocking her slow as she slept, her tiny hands curling into his hoodie, her breath puffing soft on his neck while Harley lay beside him, head resting on his thigh, snoring quiet, her hair spilling across his jeans, one arm draped over his knee. He looked down at Lucy, feeling love hit him hard, knowing he'd kill for her, die for her, even though he'd only found out about her tonight—it twisted his stomach with guilt because he'd come here to take her blood, to test it for his and Kara's baby, a plan he couldn't avoid but hated needing, wishing there was another way. He slid his hand to Harley's face, brushing her cheek with his thumb, stroking her hair—she mumbled in her sleep, curling tighter against him, her vest slipping off her shoulder, bare skin pressing his leg, and a tingle sparked in his gut, him thinking, "Shit," his love life already a tangle, hoping Kara and Raven wouldn't lose it over Harley joining them, sighing because ditching her again wasn't something he could do after everything she'd done, nursing him back from near death.

"I'm glad," a voice said, making him flinch—he looked up, seeing Sam standing in the doorway, wearing loose pajama pants and a tank top, arms crossed over her chest. She stepped forward, saying, "Harley's a total pain, clingy as hell, annoys everyone, flips out and smashes stuff."

She stopped, shifting her feet, "But she took me in after the underground auction when I had nobody, she deserves something good, I hope you stick around for her."

He glanced at Harley and Lucy, nodding, saying, "I'm not going anywhere."

Sam stood there, picking at her sleeve, him shifting on the couch, both silent—she cleared her throat, asking, "Can we talk outside?"

He nodded, easing Lucy off his chest, laying her on the cushion beside Harley, checking her breathing, tucking her arm under her head, then standing, following Sam to the balcony—they stepped out, wind tugging his hoodie, lifting her hair as she leaned on the railing, hands gripping the metal. He stood beside her, looking at her, noticing her tank top clinging to her chest, pants hanging low on her hips, legs bare up to her thighs, forcing his eyes up to her face, swallowing to shove down the heat creeping through him. "How have you been... since you know," Mark said alluding to the events of the Underground Auction.

she turned, catching his look, saying, "I've been okay, better than before, was basically a slave back then, anything beats that."

She shuffled her feet, staring at the city lights, "Struggling to say what I mean."

He chuckled, "Happens to me all the time."

She leaned harder on the railing, taking a breath, saying, "Listen... Intergang snatched me when I was a kid, tortured me until I broke, turned me into a puppet who just obeyed, but I could still feel it, trapped inside, like hell, knowing I was stuck with no way out." She faced him, stepping closer, "When you killed me, those mental blocks they put in to stop me messing with living tissue snapped, I rebuilt myself clean, no commands, no nothing."

She moved in, "I Was terrified of you at first, kept dreaming of your fist punching through me, woke up sweating, but the more I thought about it, the more I got it."

"Got what?" he asked, tilting his head.

"You gave me a gift, a fresh start... the reason I'm telling you all this... I wanted to thank you," she said, then leaned forward, kissing him—her lips pressed soft against his, tasting like mint from her toothpaste, smooth and warm, her tongue brushing his bottom lip quick, her body heat seeping through her thin shirt as she pressed closer, hands resting light on his chest before she pulled back, cheeks flushing, saying, "Goodnight," spinning around, walking inside fast.

He sucked in a breath, hand touching his lips, then heard chuckling—Galatea floated down, landing on the balcony, smirking, "You pull women like flies, gotta watch you close." She stepped forward, glancing down, seeing his jeans tented, moving in, whispering in his ear, "I can fix that, just say it," biting his lobe—he grabbed her waist, hands moving without thinking, pushing her against the railing, kissing her hard, lips smashing hers, tongue shoving in, tasting her spit as she whispered, "Yes, put it in me again."

"Hell no!" Harley yelled, stomping out, vest twisted, fists balled—he pulled back, starting, "Harley, it's part of a deal—" but she cut him off, "Ya think I'm gonna sit here while ya bang her and not get in on it, fuck that noise!" She grabbed his arm, yanking him, then tugged Galatea's wrist, pulling them inside, shouting, "Sam, grab Lucy, take her for a walk!" Sam sighed, picking Lucy up from the couch, cradling her, heading out the door—Harley called, "Cass, sugar, got somethin' special for ya!" They stumbled into her room, Cass already naked on the big bed, legs spread, hands resting on her stomach, sheets bunched under her.

"Oh boy," he said, as Harley grabbed his hoodie, ripping it over his head, tossing it to the floor, Galatea unbuttoning his jeans, sliding them down his legs with his boxers, Cass sitting up, pulling her hair into a loose ponytail—Harley kicked her vest off, stepping out of her panties, tattoos curling up her arms from wrists to shoulders, stomach flat, thighs thick and muscled; Galatea peeled the t-shirt off, dropping it, breasts hanging full, nipples hard, hips curving wide; Cass stayed bare, legs stretching long, chest small, nipples pink, skin smooth from neck to toes. They pressed in, Harley kissing his lips, sucking his tongue into her mouth, biting his lip, Galatea licking his neck, dragging her tongue down to his collarbone, nibbling the skin, Cass rubbing his cock with both hands, stroking it slow—he grabbed Galatea's ass, squeezing her left cheek, sucking her nipple into his mouth, rolling it with his tongue, her gasping, "Mmm," as Harley dropped to her knees, giggling, "Been dyin' for this," licking his shaft from base to tip, tongue pressing flat against it.

Galatea gripped his cock, stroking it alongside Harley, her hand sliding up and down, saying, "Feels so good, don't it," cupping his balls, rolling them gentle in her palm—Cass pressed her face to his side, sniffing his skin, licking his ribs with quick flicks, shuddering as he slid his middle finger into her pussy, then into Galatea's, both moaning, "Ohh," their walls clenching tight around his knuckles, him thinking they'd squeeze his cock hard when he fucked them. Harley planted kisses up his shaft, starting at the base, working to the head, licking the underside, sucking the tip into her mouth, lips sealing around it—Cass shifted, sucking his left nipple, tongue circling it as he pushed his fingers deeper, curling them inside, Galatea groaning, "Ahh," Harley gagging, "Glk," sliding him down her throat, spit dribbling onto her chest, her hands grabbing his thighs to steady herself.

Galatea leaned in, whispering, "Shove it in me, Mark," as Harley choked, "Grrk," his fingers speeding up, pumping in and out, Galatea moaning, "Nngh," Cass shivering against him, her breath hitching silent—Galatea pulled back, "Need a taste," Cass nodding, all three kneeling in front of him, Harley sucking deep, "Glk," tongue swirling around the head, then passing to Galatea, who took him in, "Mmph," lips stretching wide, Cass licking his balls, sucking one into her mouth, rolling it with her tongue, Harley stroking his shaft with both hands, twisting her wrists. He grunted, "Gonna cum," Harley pulling off, her and Galatea pumping his cock fast, hands sliding together, Cass kneading his balls with her fingers—he shot thick ropes, hitting Harley's cheek, splashing across her nose and mouth, Galatea's tongue catching a stream, flicking it into her mouth, Cass's chin dripping with it, them moaning, "Mmm," licking it off each other's faces, kissing hard, tongues swapping cum back and forth, sucking it off lips, his cock throbbing, staying hard in their grip.

Harley laughed, "Love this fuckin' guy," grabbing his cock, pulling him to the bed, climbing onto the mattress—he said, "My turn now," pushing her onto her back, spreading her legs wide, licking her pussy, tongue circling her clit slow, then fast, sucking it between his lips, fingering Galatea's slit beside her, sliding two fingers in, pinching Cass's nipple with his other hand, sucking her breast into his mouth, tongue flicking the tip—Harley rubbed Galatea's clit, fingers pressing it in circles, Galatea kissed Cass, tongues sliding over each other, all three moaning, "Ohh," as he swapped, sucking Galatea's clit, lapping at it, fingering Harley's pussy, pushing in deep, licking Cass's nipple, sucking it hard, keeping his hands and mouth moving, none of them sitting still. He shifted again, licking Harley's pussy, sucking her folds, fingering Cass, curling his fingers inside her, sucking Galatea's nipple, biting it light—Harley kissed Galatea, sucking her tongue, Galatea rubbed Cass's clit, Cass grabbed Harley's breast, squeezing it, all moaning, "Ahh," as he kept going, swapping between them, licking each pussy, fingering each hole, sucking each nipple, hands and tongue never stopping.

Harley rolled him onto his back, climbing over his chest, "Been needin' this forever, gonna ride ya dry," but Cass beat her, straddling his hips, grabbing his cock, guiding it to her pussy, sinking down slow—he thought, "Oh shit," as she took him in, her pussy stretching tight around him, warm walls pulsing, squeezing hard like a fist. Harley huffed, "Hey, that's my dick, ya sneak!" Galatea laughed, "Ya talk too much," moving behind Cass, sucking his balls, "Mmm," tongue lapping at them, rolling them in her mouth as Cass bounced, her thighs slapping his hips, ass jiggling with each drop—Harley climbed his face, planting her pussy over his mouth, "Lick it good, Marky," kissing Cass, lips smacking loud, tongues sliding together, all moaning, "Ahh," Galatea fingering her own pussy, "Nngh," him licking Harley's clit, sucking it hard, Cass riding faster, her insides clenching, him cumming deep, spurting hot inside her, thick streams filling her up, her shuddering, "Ohh," Harley grinding down, "Fuck yesss," cumming on his tongue, juices dripping, Galatea licking his balls harder, sucking them into her mouth.

He flipped Harley onto her back, spreading her legs wide, climbing between them, grabbing his cock, thrusting in—her legs hooked his waist, locking tight, "Pound me, ya big lug," him slamming deep, her nails raking his back, leaving red lines, Galatea sucking Cass's clit beside them, tongue flicking fast, Cass grabbing Harley's hand, squeezing her fingers. He pulled out, flipping Galatea onto her stomach, lifting her hips, sliding his cock into her pussy from behind, "Take it all," her pushing back, meeting each thrust, "Gimme everything," Cass kissing Harley, sucking her bottom lip into her mouth, fingering her pussy, sliding two fingers in, him driving into Galatea, her ass bouncing against his hips, her moaning, "Ahhh," Harley rubbing his balls, rolling them, "Fill her up, stud."

He switched to Cass, lifting her legs over his shoulders, grabbing her thighs, sliding his cock in, her body jolting with each thrust, Harley licking Galatea's pussy, tongue dragging over her clit, Galatea fingering Harley's slit, pumping in and out, all moving together—he pounded Cass, pulling out, flipping Harley onto her knees, grabbing her hips, entering her doggy-style, her rocking back, "Harder, ya bastard," Galatea lying flat beside them, him climbing on, thrusting into her missionary, her legs wrapping his back, "Deeper, fuck me deeper," Cass scooting close, kissing Galatea, sucking her tongue, him switching again, laying Cass sideways, lifting her leg over his hip, sliding in, her body shaking, Harley fingering Galatea, Galatea rubbing Harley's clit, all moaning, "Ohh, yesss," sweat dripping, bodies slapping loud.

He fucked Harley again, sitting up, pulling her onto his lap, her straddling him, sinking down, bouncing fast, "Ride ya like a bull, Marky," Galatea kneeling beside them, sucking his nipple, licking it slow, Cass fingering Harley's clit, rubbing it in circles—he flipped Galatea onto her side, spooning her, lifting her leg, thrusting in, her leg hooking over his hip, "Keep going, don't stop," Harley kissing Cass, sucking her tongue into her mouth, fingering her pussy, sliding fingers deep—he switched to Cass, rolling her onto her stomach, climbing on, grabbing her hips, entering from behind, her pushing up on her hands, "Mmm," Harley licking Galatea's clit, sucking it hard, Galatea fingering Harley, pumping fast, him pounding Cass, swapping back to Harley, bending her over the bed's edge, grabbing her shoulders, thrusting deep, Galatea scooting under, licking his balls, sucking them into her mouth, Cass kissing Harley's neck, sucking the skin—he moved to Galatea, lifting her straight, her legs wrapping his waist, him slamming his cock in, her bouncing against him, Harley fingering Cass, Cass sucking Harley's nipple, all tangled, moaning, "Ahh," bodies rocking together.

He pulled out, flipping Harley onto her back again, spreading her legs, climbing between them, thrusting in slow, then fast—her hands grabbed his ass, pulling him deeper, Galatea lying beside her, sucking Harley's nipple, Cass kissing Galatea, fingering her pussy—he switched to Cass, lifting her onto her knees, entering from behind, grabbing her hips, pounding hard, her body jolting forward, Harley scooting under, licking his balls, Galatea fingering Harley, all moaning, "Ohh," him pulling out, flipping Galatea onto her back, spreading her legs, sliding in, her legs locking around his back, "More, need more," Harley kissing Cass, sucking her lip, Cass fingering Harley—he fucked Galatea deep, pulling out, rolling Cass onto her side, lifting her leg, entering her, her pushing back, Harley licking Galatea's pussy, Galatea rubbing Harley's clit, all moving, "Yesss," sweat soaking the sheets.

He switched again, pulling Harley up, sitting her on his lap facing away, her sinking down, riding reverse, "Fuck me silly, Marky," Galatea kneeling beside them, sucking his balls, licking them slow, Cass kissing Harley's neck, fingering her clit—he flipped Galatea onto her knees, entering doggy-style, grabbing her hips, thrusting hard, her pushing back, moaning, "Ahhh," Harley lying flat, licking Cass's pussy, Cass fingering Galatea—he moved to Cass, lifting her legs straight up, holding her ankles, sliding in, her body shaking, Harley kissing Galatea, sucking her tongue, Galatea fingering Harley, him pounding Cass, swapping back to Harley, bending her over, thrusting deep, "Ya love it, dontcha," Galatea sucking his nipple, Cass fingering Harley—he fucked Galatea again, lifting her against the wall, her legs around his waist, slamming in, "Harder, break me," Harley licking Cass's clit, Cass rubbing Harley's pussy, all moaning, "Ohh," bodies slapping.

He pulled out, flipping Harley onto her stomach, climbing on, entering from behind, grabbing her shoulders, thrusting fast—her pushing up, Galatea scooting under, licking his balls, sucking them, Cass kissing Harley's back—he switched to Cass, rolling her onto her back, spreading her legs, sliding in, her legs wrapping his hips, Harley fingering Galatea, Galatea sucking Cass's nipple—he fucked Galatea again, sitting up, pulling her onto his lap, her riding him, Harley kissing Cass, fingering her pussy, Cass rubbing Harley's clit—he flipped Cass sideways, spooning her, thrusting in, her leg over his, Harley licking Galatea's pussy, Galatea fingering Harley, all moaning, "Ahhh," sweat dripping, bed creaking.

He ended up in the bed's center, Harley sprawled across his chest, legs draped over his thighs, Galatea curled on his left, arm slung over his stomach, Cass tucked on his right, head resting on his shoulder, legs tangled with his, cum and spit smeared across their skin, sweat pooling in the sheets, all breathing hard, chests heaving, room quiet except for their gasps, bodies pressed close, sticky and spent.

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David Armstrong pulled his truck to a stop outside Star Labs, tires crunching on gravel as he parked just beyond the perimeter fence, stepping out, slamming the door, walking to the edge of the chain-link barrier, bending his knees, jumping high, clearing the top by twenty feet, landing inside with a thud that cracked the pavement. He wore a leather jacket over a plain shirt, jeans scuffed at the knees, boots scraping the ground as he straightened up, brushing dust off his hands, heading toward the main building entrance, glass doors reflecting the night sky. He pushed through, stepping into the lobby—two security guards shouted, "Stop right there!" rushing him, batons raised—he laughed loud, swinging his arm, backhanding the first guard, sending him crashing through a plaster wall, dust exploding, then grabbed the second guard's head, yanking hard, ripping it off, blood spurting across the floor, spine dangling as the body slumped.

A lab technician bolted from behind a desk, sprinting for a red alarm button on the wall—David tossed the head like a football, hurling it fast, hitting the technician square in the back, snapping his spine with a loud crack, folding him in half, dropping him limp to the tiles, blood pooling under his twisted legs. He walked deeper into the lab, kicking a door off its hinges, stepping into a hallway lined with offices and workstations—scientists in white coats scattered, screaming, him grabbing one by the collar, slamming him into a computer monitor, glass shattering, blood smearing the screen, then punching another through a glass partition, shards raining down, body crumpling in a heap. He moved fast, snapping necks with quick twists, heads lolling, bodies hitting the floor, stomping a third scientist's chest, ribs caving in, blood bubbling from her mouth as she gasped, kicking her aside, continuing through, leaving a trail of corpses, blood streaking the walls.

He reached the main lab, shoving through double doors, finding shelves of vials and equipment, tables cluttered with machines—he scanned the room, grabbing a crate, smashing it open with his fist, pulling out bottles of chemicals, rare elements sealed in lead cases, stuffing them into a duffel bag slung over his shoulder, then spotting a glowing green shard in a locked case, punching the glass, snagging the kryptonite, tossing it in with the rest. He turned to a trembling scientist hiding under a desk, saying, "Sorry folks, boss is the boss," zipping the bag, slinging it higher, heading for the exit—scientists cowered, some running, him grabbing one by the arm, yanking him up, saying, "You're pretty scrawny," pulling a syringe from his pocket, jabbing it into the man's neck, injecting fast, then throwing him over a table, crashing him into a machine, metal bending, sparks flying as the device broke apart.

The technician twitched, groaning, skin turning red, body swelling, muscles bulging, growing large, tearing through his coat—he roared, standing tall, fists smashing tables, ripping shelves from walls, chemicals spilling, glass shattering as he swung wild, destroying everything in reach. David stepped outside, wind hitting his face, stretching his arms—wings sprang from his back, leathery and wide, dragon-like, flapping once, lifting him off the ground, flying up, soaring over the lab, leaving the chaos below, bag swinging from his shoulder as he cut through the night sky.

He flew across the desert, sand stretching endless below, landing outside a shack in the middle of nowhere, dust kicking up around his boots—shack looked old, wood peeling, windows boarded, him walking to the side, pressing a hidden keypad behind a loose plank, punching in a code, a low beep sounding, ground rumbling as a lift opened, metal doors sliding apart. He stepped in, platform descending, gears grinding, taking him down deep underground—lift stopped, doors opening, him walking out into a lab, concrete walls stretching long, lights buzzing overhead, passing cages and tanks lining the halls, abominations inside twisting and groaning. One glowed bright, body pulsing, exploding in bursts, screaming as flesh reformed, another with arms stretching, snapping back, bones cracking, others clawing at glass, faces melting, reforming, all trapped, suffering.

He walked further, pushing through a steel door, entering a larger lab, finding Dr. Juice bent over a workbench, tools scattered, vials bubbling—David dropped the bag on the floor, saying, "Got all the stuff you asked for." Dr. Juice kept working, tweaking a machine, ignoring him—David stepped closer, "Hey, doc, got it all here," but Dr. Juice stayed focused, adjusting a dial, scribbling notes.

Dr. Juice looked up after a minute, blinking, saying, "Ah, David, you've returned, you have what I need I assume."

"Yeah, doc," David said, nudging the bag with his boot.

Dr. Juice waved a hand, "Apologies for not listening, been quite busy here, one of our backers dropped off something interesting." He turned, picking up a small vial of blood from the bench, holding it to the light.

He tilted his head, "Do you remember the hero Omni-Man?" he asked David.

David shrugged, "Yeah, though I wouldn't call him a hero anymore."

Dr. Juice nodded, "Well, during that fight with the young hero, he got torn up bad, our backer grabbed a sample of his blood while he was down."

He held the vial higher, "This blood's incredible, extremely pure and very aggressive, our backer wants me to turn it into a weapon," spinning it between his fingers, walking to a microscope, peering through, muttering about cell structures, DNA strands twisting tighter than anything human, aggression coded deep.

David crossed his arms, "Can you do it?"

Dr. Juice smiled, pulling a metal syringe from a case, "I Already have," twirling it in his hand.

David stepped closer, "Just need a test subject then."

"Indeed," Dr. Juice said, setting the syringe down, tapping it with his finger.

"What's the worst that could happen?" David asked, leaning on the bench.

Dr. Juice picked up a clipboard, flipping pages, "I've made it to bind with your DNA, restructure it with his, but with how aggressive this stuff is, there's an 80% chance you're dead in a month, body might reject it, tear itself apart trying to adapt."

David rubbed his chin, thinking it over, then asked, "Will it make me stronger?"

Dr. Juice grinned, "Oh yes," stepping closer, syringe gleaming in his hand.

David stuck his arm out, rolling up his sleeve, "Go for it," locking eyes with the doctor, waiting for the needle.

(AN: A bit of a set up chapter. Well and a naughty one, but tbf it made sense to have that reunion between them. But yeah you'll see David making his debut soon but first we need to deal with Mark and his and Karas baby which I suspect will be getting delivered soon. I hope you liked the chapter.)

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