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IM/DC Chapter 155
🕑 Added 2024-07-11 01:23:12 +0000 UTCHarley’s Point of View
I couldn’t believe how successful me and Ivy have become. It’s like even just pretending to be nice and people want to eat any shit we peddle. I bet we could literally sell our branded shit and it would sell out. We were at another project she was working on. Poison Ivy had gotten really into the celebrity persona and was making actual changes in the world.
She ran a campaign to plant a hundred million trees in deforested areas and we pulled two hundred million pounds of garbage from the ocean. We did another cleanup of cities where people could send in a video of them cleaning and we’d compile a video that Poison Ivy would thank all those who participated. She got a bunch of other celebrities and YouTubers to help with her projects so far and every single one was signal boosted to heck and back.
We had become the most famous YouTuber duo and both had over two hundred million fans. We made several additional channels with different languages and the message from each video reached all across the world as a sudden influx of new people began planting trees and cleaning up garbage. Each new language would get another video compilation that the voice actors for Poison Ivy and I would thank.
Right now we are visiting Africa to help signal boost an endangered species. Our camera gal kept zooming in on Poison Ivy’s breasts as she spoke. “This is the black rhinoceros. Do to poachers hunting them for their horns to make boner pills. As a chemist, I can tell you that process doesn’t work and the effects are all placebo.” She kept zooming in cutting between the rhinos behind her and Poison Ivy’s tits.
I’m really glad we got a camera gal who knew what she was doing, the videos with her tits as the thumbnail always get millions more views. It just doesn’t make sense we got to put a fake shocked face as well as a red circle and arrows but that was just the cost of doing business baby. She kept going through her written speech as we suddenly heard gunshots.
A group of poachers came barreling down the road as the guides we hired and poacher hunters went to their positions to defend the rhinos. Ivy’s constant on-screen smile broke as she looked at them like they were already dead. As much as she had calmed down, she still hated people actively making the world a worse place.
I worked my way over to her and gave her a big hug to bring her back as I whispered in her ear. “We can still make this video about the endangered species. You just have to cut the part where we kill them.” Her smile went back on her face as I noticed the malicious gleam in her eye. “As we speak, poachers are coming to try and kill these poor animals.”
She looked over towards the gunshots with fake panic in her expression. “We’ll have to cut away and bunker down while the rhino’s guardians try their best to fight off the poachers. We’ll be right back… Unless the worst happens. Cut the feed.” She made a gesture and the camera went up to signal it had been turned off. I made sure she wasn’t filming still, we already had to get rid of one cameraman because he was trying to blackmail us with off-screen problems.
Poison Ivy took in a deep breath as she began jogging towards the vehicle and I followed right after. We clear the gate and just keep running towards the jeep the poachers are using. I can’t help but cackle at how unlucky these fuckers are. The day they decide to try and harvest some horns two fucking superhumans show up and annihilate their group.
I have to remind her. “Leave one alive. We got to find out if there are any more of them.”
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I lay in bed still connected with my first love in this world. Natasha laid on top of me resting, she was at a point where I had to be more careful with her. She is still months away from having our baby so I couldn’t go all out anymore. Most of the time we spent together when we first got together was for sex, now it was for cuddling. She opened an eye and looked at me.
“Mmm. Let’s stay like this forever.” I pulled her down into a kiss. “Can’t. You’re too busy. Your phone has been going crazy.” She telekinetically floated it over to herself. “Fuck! Why am I so good at my job!” She cried out frustrated as she got up off me. I asked out of curiosity. “What’s that about?” She put on her panties and bra before answering me.
“One of the golems suits has a person stuck inside. Oh! I forgot to mention before. HYDRA tried to attack M.A.N.A. a week or so ago.” Hmm. I didn’t hear about this. “What happened? I’m surprised I wasn’t asked to help.” She looked at me confused. “What do you think happened? A bunch of normal humans attacked a building full of murder golems. We weren’t even sure what was happening before it was over.”
I could only laugh. Of course, the clowns got themselves killed. I didn’t even need her to tell me how overwhelmed they were. I had been tracking most of the known spies for a few weeks after making M.A.N.A. before I realized that was a gigantic waste of time. I cleared my throat. “Speaking of which. How is the super secret project going?”
She was fully dressed and started to walk out of the room as she answered. “We still need to coordinate between the Justice League but the resources have been gathered already. We just need the help for the follow-through.” I tented my fingers as I mimicked Mr. Burns’s voice. “Excellent.” I couldn’t help but be pumped. This was something I had been preparing since… Well, since I got together with Raven.
I had spent almost a billion dollars on something that could have backfired if the secret had been revealed early. Thankfully I wasn’t busy as the Mauraders base was still being constructed at the moment. I was stockpiling demon-killing resources and powers and making tools, weapons, and armor to kill one of the strongest creatures in the entire universe.
At least one that was an actual threat to the destruction of the universe. I’d have eventually had to do it if I wasn’t Raven’s boyfriend but her fucking me definitely sped up the timeframe. I had downright put in days if not weeks worth of effort which was more than pretty much anything besides an endgame goal of mine. It had eaten up as much time as acquiring new businesses and making money had.
I’ll spend the next three days preparing for the real thing. In the next few days, Trigon would be dead or… No, that was it, in the next few days Trigon would be dead for sure.
