DOOMED TO BE A VILLAIN



At the darkest hour of the night, The Batman prowls around the city of Gotham, looking for who to unleash his fury upon, but Davies personally preferred to cruise around in a luxurious sports car during the day whenever he didn't know what he wanted to do, and that was exactly what he was doing right now.

After finding out everything that Q had managed to worm out of Tennessee Williams and figuring out who he was up against, Davies was in dire need of some thinking and planning time. 

It wasn't that he was in an unfavorable situation and needed some time to gather his thoughts, no, quite the contrary. Davies usually took his time to think about these kinds of things due to a force of habit from one of his past lives. 

He usually tried to get a whole grasp of his current situation inside of his head and then arrange it into a sort of board game and then plan out all his moves. Most of the time however, his planning goes to waste, and he has to create another plan on the spot because things never stayed constant, nor did they happen like they were expected to, but Davies never gave up the habit because it was also a form of relaxation for him.

After finishing his breakfast Davies had gone to the garage present in the building as Daniel had told him that his favorite, personally customized Lykan Supersport had been brought over and was now waiting in the garage for him.

In the underground garage, there were a few cars already parked that all belonged to Davies. The Ventley Conraverse, the black Cesla, and a few other cars were present in the garage, but Davies ignored them all as his eyes fell on a sleek, red-colored car with elegant gold and black designs running across its beautiful body.

"..." Davies said no words, but the lightening of his expression and the way his fingers ran across the smooth, lovely, body of the car, was enough to indicate how much Davies loved this car. He loved it so much that he had personally customized it with the best materials to further accentuate its beauty and had even taken extra time to personally tune the car to his liking and even named it "Sierra".

He brought out the key of the car and opened the doors before smoothly getting in and shutting the doors of the car. Before starting up the engine of his beloved "Sierra" he ran his fingers across the interior to look for any uneven surfaces or dents. Luckily for some people, he did not find any, otherwise, whoever had brought his car over would be drinking soup for the rest of his short life.

After inspecting Sierra's body and not finding any problems, Davies pushed the start button, and its engine came to life with a loud rumbling sound that indicated that the engine of this car was definitely no joke. 

Once again, Davies's inner racer had appealed to him immediately he took to the streets, and he had not resisted being taken away by the flow. The engine revved as Davies's foot pressure on the accelerator increased and the speed of the car steadily increased as he dashed across the streets, not paying any attention to traffic signals, speed limits, or anything of the sort.

Davies had let himself go as he sped through the streets, not bothering to think things through as he had originally planned, but had just enjoyed the rare moment of silence… of course, the silence was only on the inside of the car, the outside of the car was loud with sounds of tires skidding and the loud rumble of the engine of his car as he sped through the streets and drifted around sharp corners, there was also the accompanying shouts of cuss words at whoever was the crazy maniac driving through the city like he was driving through an apocalyptic town.

It had come as a surprise to Davies when he had noticed flashing lights in his mirror. He looked carefully at the mirror to get a clearer view and lo and behold, there was actually a police car on his tail.

Of course, Davies paid it no mind and continued enjoying his moment of peace as he sped up even more and took on even more dangerous drifting turns, after all, what could a singular police vehicle do to him?

Even if it managed to catch up to him, he wouldn't be pulling over, and even if he did pull over and was arrested… well, let's just say that he was practically immune to any form of crime, so it made no difference if he was to be arrested, at most he'd take a trip to the station.

Davies continued doing his thing, no longer caring about the police car that may or may not have disappeared from view due to how fast he drove, Davies couldn't be bothered to turn his neck to check the mirror to see if the car was still there, so it came as a shock when,

*BANG*

Davies felt something hit his car from behind, stunning him and almost making him lose control of the car and crash into another car that was nearby, but he quickly managed to regain control of Sierra and avoided crashing into the nearby car, but Davies wasn't happy or relieved that he had managed to avoid crashing into another car but was livid about something else,

"I know, somebody did not just hit me from behind right now," he raged, but before he could try to check who was the bastard that had hit him from behind, he heard a loud bang and then a sharp piercing sound.

*BOP!!!*

Before his brain could manage to register what could have caused such a noise, he heard a loud bursting sound and immediately realized from the way the car immediately spiraled out of control that he had lost one of his back tires.