Plotkuna Kaisen in Marvel and DC

In a dimly lit office, the faint glow of a cigar illuminated a gigantic figure seated behind a massive desk; beside him, the walls were lined with opulent paintings, wildly contrasting with the cold, sterile steel of the reinforced doors beside him.

This was a man who ruled not only with wealth but with fear, the shadow of the city's underworld-- Kingpin.

*Knock...* *Knock...*

The knock on the door was timid as if the person on the other side had already regretted the mere idea of being there. When the door creaked open, a lackey stepped in with his trembling hands, betraying the anxiety he tried to suppress.

Kingpin didn't immediately acknowledge him; his eyes were rather fixed on the open ledger before him. For a few seconds, the soft scratching of his pen was the only sound until he said, "You're late."

The lackey swallowed hard. He had bad news, and delivering bad news was everything but 'bueno.' "I... uh... There's another one."

Kingpin's pen paused mid-stroke; slowly, he lifted his gaze, locking his cold eyes onto the lackey with an intensity that could pierce steel. He gestured with a subtle flick of his fingers, so he continued.

"There's... this new guy," the lackey stammered, barely above a whisper, "Another loner. H-He took out Tommy's crew. Killed every single one of them, it was clean, it was precise. Like he has done it a hundred times before."

Kingpin leaned back in his chair, steepling his fingers, "Tommy's crew? They were amateurs, barely worth the ink on their tattoos."

"Y-yeah, boss, but..." The lackey hesitated, "-it wasn't just them. It's been happening all over. Anyone flying your flag in your territory... This guy, too, is cutting through them as if he didn't know your name or didn't care who you are.

"I saw him myself!" The lackey blurted out, rising with desperation, "Just a glimpse, boss. He's fast-- too fast. He also plays dirty, and somehow, whenever someone tries to shoot, the guns simply jam as if he possessed some kind of power."

Kingpin's expression didn't change, but the room's air grew heavy, "Powers..." After repeating that, he stood from the chair, casting an imposing shadow over the trembling lackey. He walked to the window, gazing out at the sprawling city below, "Do you know what makes this empire untouchable?"

The lackey stammered, unsure if he should answer, "C-Control...?"

Kingpin's voice lowered, but the weight of his words felt even more suffocating, "Exactly. Everyone under my banner knows their place; everyone knows the consequences of stepping out of line."

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The room was in an oppressive silence, with the only sound being the faint whine of a ceiling fan, "This... nuisance has made a mess of my operations. First, he dismantles a few of my smaller gangs-- fine, mistakes happen. But then, he takes out my people here, in my city, on my streets."

His fist slammed into the table, cracking the wood, "I don't tolerate loose ends! If he thinks he can disrupt my work and walk away unscathed, then he is mistaken."

One of the men, covered by the shadows, said, "I'll gather a team; we will flush him out."

"No..." Kingpin said, like a low growl, "This isn't for amateurs. I want a professional. Someone who won't just eliminate him but make a statement."

The lackey, more focused on his survival than the conversation, piped up nervously, "W-we've got a lotta people who can--"

"Enough!" Kingpin snapped, silencing the room. His cold eyes scanned the photographs of Sukuna one more time as he reached for the intercom on his desk, "Bring him in."

The door at the far end of the room opened, and heavy footsteps echoed, letting a figure enter. He was tall and lean, covered in a simple black suit. His sharp blue eyes seemed to pierce through the dim light, and a small smirk played at his lips. In his hand, he casually flipped an Ace of Hearts card, the faint fluttering sound unnervingly rhythmic.

The lackey's face went pale as he recognized the man, with whispers spreading like wildfire between the bodyguards.

Kingpin stood in place, extending a hand toward the newcomer. "There's another player in town. I want you to find him, watch him, and learn his patterns."

The newcomer caught one of his cards mid-flip, holding it between his fingers with a casual smirk, "Another job? Sounds fun." His grin widened as he stepped closer, picking up one of the photos of Sukuna, "This him?"

"Make it messy."

The stranger let out a low chuckle, tucking the card back into his sleeve, "Don't worry. I'll make it a masterpiece..." His voice dropped to a dark, almost playful murmur, "As soon as I finish my first job."

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Authors note:

I'm gonna give Sukuna an ally that NONE of you expect.