DC 7

Going undercover to find out who ordered this small assassination on me wasn't my style, instead, I stole a roller from a construction site and used my cloak's ability to transform it into a demonic vehicle of doom in Ghost Rider fashion.

The transformed roller alone was enough to withstand large bombs and flatten tanks without effort but something that small was not enough to scare the hard-cooked criminals of this city back into their mother's womb, they might even get the stupid idea of stealing it from me.

So, I added a few other things I found on the site to my machine of doom. Instead of a cabin to drive to sit in, it had a giant skeletal skull that could open its mouth and shoot out tendrils to drag unsuspecting humans into its mouth.

Of course, that was not the highlight, the reason it did this was for the shredder I added to the car, any unfortunate victim would be shredded and its remains shit back out from its exhaust. I was also thinking of only ejecting the red stuff and using the bone shrapnel as ammunition for some turrets but decided against it.

If this wasn't evil enough for you, a cement mixer on both sides would flood the street with lava that would leave a lasting mark wherever I went. Good luck getting near me if every side of the vehicle was able to kill you.

I didn't wait for any signal or sign to start my rampage and slaughter and started right away. It was already morning when I finished looting the construction site and went on the street, so my unusual choice of transportation was noticed pretty much immediately… or at least until the skeletal jaw opened itself and dragged any witness into it.

There was something oddly satisfying about watching the nearby street and houses get showered in blood, organs, and tiny bone fragments.

Simply driving around the streets of Gotham was not interesting enough, so I decided to flatten the place that was being visited by criminals daily, the Bank. I made a straight beeline to the bank, happily driving through all the houses on my way, I even added a mixer I found in someone's kitchen to my car. That's how I gained several spinning razor blades.

My Gotham reconstruction project didn't go unnoticed by the authorities but any car that tried to catch up to me from behind, through the destroyed buildings, needed to first have lava-resistant tires, as it turns out, Gotham's police cars do not have them.

Some firetrucks tried to stand in my way during the few times I came out of the buildings onto the streets, only to be flattened and have their water pumps added to my deadly murder machine as an acid thrower.

I can safely say that by the time I arrived at the bank, my vehicle had become an impenetrable killing machine, I even shot down a few helicopters with the acid sprayer. I love how this feels like a video game.

The bank got to live for a few more minutes as I decided to drive circles around it until the bats would arrive. What was taking them so long?

Finally, after six rounds of creating a ring of lava and dying the bank and other nearby houses red, I saw a black Batplane fly toward me. I don't know why it took so long for him to arrive but at least he took it seriously from the beginning and shot the doom car with bullets and missiles but they quickly proved useless.

I was beginning to think that I might have overdone it a bit and left him helpless as I started shooting acid at his Batplane which he desperately tried to dodge. Luckily for me, the show was not over just yet.

I watched as a section of the plane opened and what looked like a large headlight popped out. I was momentarily disappointed as I thought he would once again try to blind me but that all disappeared when I was hit by an annoying sound hit me.

Of course, it did more than just that. It used ultra-high frequency sound vibration to disrupt and weaken molecules. No idea how he got his hands on something like this but it was more destructive than most bombs, not in terms of radius but it weakened my vehicle enough to allow ordinary weaponry to do slight damage.

I could further strengthen the vehicle or repair it but I wanted to give him some hope.

By the time the vehicle was damaged pretty well, I decided to play my ultimate card. I once again enveloped it in my cloak and to their horror, when it appeared again it was fully repaired and even more durable than before.

I did not forget my original goal of revenge against these mobsters, everything till now was just to mess with Batman and the city officials who would have to spend a lot of money to repair the streets and buildings, as well as clean the blood and organs lying around.

Since I didn't know where these mobsters were hiding and didn't feel like going on a scavenger hunt for them, I exited the vehicle and put it on autopilot. Although its eternal rampage across the city might not kill the big bosses, it would surely disrupt their business and bring them heavy losses.

From now on the now-named Doom Car would randomly drive around the city until it was destroyed or thrown into space by some other superpowered being, probably Superman or Flash. At least I had some mercy and made its speed only a bit faster than a lawnmower, I didn't want the whole city destroyed in a few days.

While I simply walked away, killing any gutsy policemen who tried to stop me, batman was still desperately trying to stop the advances of the unstoppable destroyer. Making get aways was so easy with him, just give him something bigger to worry about than your escape.