Ravager's pov
"Diesel, how much did I drink last night?"
The high-school punk laughed as we walked. "I don't know how much you had before I got there." I gripped his shoulder,
"What did you put in my drink?"
"I don't need date-rape drugs toots, I can talk a dog out of a meat house now come on." He dismissed, sliding my hand off his shoulder.
The air reeked of hand sanitizer as we walked down nondescript white halls, our feet clopping on the tile below our feet. This operation seemed legit, scientists and lab techs worked professionally like a well oiled machine. No idle chatter wafted into the hall we were walking down. Professional, I love it, only if I had expected this I wouldn't be half hungover. I would be dressed in something more presentable rather than my cotton white wife beater and black cargo pants.
We kept going onward and then up and elevator. Exiting the elevator I nearly jumped at the sight of some purple, long eared lynx the size of a tiger. Diesel reassured me saying, "Don't worry, that's just Bubastis. My employer's pet."
We walked past it, the lynx's eyes burning into me, and continued into a grand office. An office fit for an emperor, above the man in a tailored suit was an inscription large enough for someone who was blind to read. It read:
"My name is Ozymandias, king of kings:
Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair!" —Percy Bysshe Shelley
The man looked up from the holographic keyboard he was typing on and, with a slide of his hand, whisked it all away. He smiled from behind his marble desk and exclaimed, aging blonde hair and blue eyes sparkling, "Ah-ha! I knew you could do it Diesel!" He clicked a button, triggering a mic, "Get me a Cabernet Sauvignon, the Francis Ford Coppola Director's Cut, and three glasses."
He stood up to greet us and Diesel muttered, "Don't refuse the wine, & be ready, Coppola has got a mean kick."
"I apologize for coming to you out of the blue, Grant Wilson. From what the news portrayed, Ms. Carol Sladky was a very good woman."
It felt like my intestines crammed into my throat. I couldn't even meet the man's face until he clapped twice to get my attention. He wasn't angry, his eyes and smirk were knowing as he added, "And her blood demands justice, does it not? My associate Diesel here has had a great possession of his stolen from him. I'm here to provide to you the greatest of gifts—opportunity."
I stood there at a loss for words, everything about this man was astounding. He's also a celebrity who needs no introduction, one of the three richest and smartest men in the world Ozymandias was a retired Cape who branded his name and made billions. The only others close are Lex Luthor and Bruce Wayne. Diesel nudged me in the back and I offered my hand sheepishly, "Pleasure to meet the smartest man in the world."
He took my hand and gave me a crisp handshake. He didn't wipe his hand off afterwards like some snob out of Gotham no-this guy is a hero! A servant came in with the wine and he exclaimed, "Ah! My Cabernet, tell me, are you fond of wine? This wine was made by the director of none other than The Godfather." He commanded the servant, "Pour a sample and me a glass and a quartino."
After opening a fresh bottle he poured me an ounce and with a jovial shrug I drank it like a shot. Dear gawd that's something else! Diesel failed to contain a chuckle from behind me. My face contorted in disgust despite my best efforts to repress it.
"Hmm, perhaps a blush, white or sparkling wine?" He glanced to his servant, "Primo de Amore Moscato? You're dismissed for now, thank you."
Once the servant left Ozymandias told us to take a seat and he declared, "Mr. Wilson, I'm positive you are wondering why you are here and the reason why I have brought all of us here is because we all have the same core goal. To eliminate corrupt Capes, I used to be a Cape myself but seeing them hurting, stealing from those they are supposed to be protecting turns my stomach. We want to see the Titans pay but should we take them to court they will work out means to obtain a pardon of some kind so justice must now be dealt through morally and legally ambiguous means. I will see justice done, and you two will gain satisfaction. Three birds, one stone, everyone leaves happy."
"Done deal, had I known that it was really you I would have prepared more accordingly."
"No need, Mister Wilson! You're in mourning."
"T-thank you, what kind of wine is that? You mentioned blushes, and sparkling wine?"
"Ah, one of the finest of red wines." He took a sip of his glass and added with a stretched and strained smile, "It's for my cancer."
Even Diesel looked surprised to hear that but he rattled on, "Excellent, my agents will help prepare you two for your mission. You're dismissed."
Ozymandias' pov
After they leave the office...
I took out my phone and dialed. A wheezy man answered, "The super-serum is ready. Grant Wilson will be able to use his brain at 100% capacity. Adeline has just been tipped off as well and is on the cheese trail."
"Good Jackal, that should overload his brain and then we can get the real target. Slade. Just don't forget, I need him to get the kryptonian before you get you're satisfaction."