Author's Note: This happens to be my first fanfic, inspired by a3dkid on deviantart

I decided to list this simply under Godzilla, as, frankly, it's crossed over with so much I can't figure it out.

disclaimer: I own nothing. Not even the idea. That was by the artist above. You can google all of the character names and find out their owners, too many to list.

Harryhausen.

The very name of the city is enough to light excitement in anyone's eyes.

The city has a power like no other, when standing in one of the outer burrows, you can see the heart, the island of Tomoyuki, the countless towers rising into the sky, a place home to ten million.

But the City of 20,000 Skyscrapers is not as idyllic as seen from afar, for even the most beautiful of apples can have a rotten core.

Harryhausen Municipal Bank, Midnight

Martin Muto glanced at the watch, "Martha! We only have two minutes at most! We have to hurry!"

"I am quite aware!" His wife yelled, lugging the heavy bags, "You could help you know!"

Martin was barely able to reply before a bag sailed into his stomach, "Damn, Martha, thanks for that."

"No problem Marty."

The two hefted the bags down the stairs and through the lobby, to their car parked halfway inside the building, The vehicle had been smashed backwards through plate-glass doors, allowing the pair to load their stolen loot easier.

Martha cocked her head, "I hear sirens! Go! Go! Go!"

They hopped into the car, Marty in the passengers, his wife in the drivers. She turned the car to drive, gunned the engine and shot out of the building into the sparse night traffic.

Marty looked behind them and swore, "Damn! The cops are right there, go faster!"

"I know Marty! You don't need to remind me!"

A little ways behind, behind the wheel of a police cruiser, sat a blue-gray reptile in a dark blue uniform, "Okay, Gorosaurus," he said, "You ready, kid?"

"Yessir."

The Lieutenant regarded the rookie, then focused back on the road, he swerved around a few cars and punched the gas. The police cruiser quickly began gaining on the weathered car.

Martin glared at Martha, as she refused to speed up, "What the hell Martha? They're fucking gaining!"

"I know ass-hat! I always know! I'm just trying to do something!" She suddenly braked, and tore the car into a U-turn, then gunned the engine, allowing the cop car to shoot by.

"Damn!" The Lieutenant yelled, as the Mutos zoom past, he went to turn but was cut off by a stream of traffic, "Fuck!" He slammed the steering wheel. Finally traffic cleared a bit and he sped in the direction the robbers went. He went down the street he thought they had gone down, but after several minutes, he braked and sighed, then picked up the walkie talkie, "This is Lieutenant Zilla, about the 459 at the HMB, the perps got away."

The escaping car shot down some streets into a quieter, dirtier part of town. The beaten, red SUV drove down an especially disgusting alleyway. It paused in front of a derelict garage door. After Martin pushed a button, the door slowly creaked open. It slipped inside to a long-abandoned underground garage.

After driving down a few levels, Martha put the car in park and looked at her husband, he stared back, and the two started to laugh, "Holy shit!" Martin yelled, "Holy shit! I can't believe we just fucking did that!"

His wife chuckled some more and wheezed out, "I can barely believe that worked!"

The two slowly came off of the high of a theft this large.

Two million dollars in cash, bonds, and valuables, just lifted from the Harryhausen Municipal Bank, a fortress of a financial center that was notoriously burglar-proof.

The two climbed out of the truck and started unloading the duffek bags of loot from the trunk.

Martha's head snapped up, "Hear that?"

"Eh? What?" Martin asked, examining how a gold watch looked around his smaller limb.

"That clacking noise."

Martin rolled his eyes, "It's probably just a rat or something."

"Oh, believe me, Martin, it is anything but a rat," a deep, powerful voice boomed, "in fact… I believe you're the rats."

Both Muto's head's snapped to the source, and gasped.

Staring down from a car ramp was a truly massive kaiju, eight feet tall at least. He was saurian in nature, and thick spikes jutted from his back. His tailored suit was black as tar, and he leaned on a cane of oak, iron… and what appeared to be bone.

The Mutos knew there was only kaiju like this, "D-don Godzilla!" Martha stammered, "You- I-" she only grew more flustered as the hulking kingpin started walking towards them.

Martin stepped forward, "Don Godzilla, it is an honor, but, what business do you have here?"

Godzilla slowed to a stop in front of the male, "Where'd you get the valuables?"

"J-just robbed a bank, sir."

"Hmm, which one?"

Martin blinked, "Uh, Harryhausen Municipal."

"Hmph. Do you happen to know who invests in that bank? Whose protection that money is under?"

A bad feeling started to come over Martin, "Uh, um, I d-don't know sir..."

"Me."

Martin's eyes widened and he was about to respond when the saurian dropped his cane and punched him in the mouth. Teeth sprayed into the air as their owner crumpled to the floor.

"NO!" Martha yelled, and shot towards the crime lord, intent to kill him.

His face twisted into a snarl, he dodged her swipe, then dealt a punch to her gut. She doubled over, then shot out another hook-like claw, and snagged Godzilla's ankle, then pulled.

The kingpin stumbled, then shook off the claw. He lunged forward and kneed the female Muto in the stomach.

Martin jumped at the giant kaiju, unfolding his two wings and grasping the titan's spines. He dragged the larger kaiju across the room, before Godzilla snapped his arm back and grasped the male's limb. With a grunt, the saurian hauled Muto down and crashed him into the ground.

Martin sprang up, sprinted away, then ran back, spreading his wings and soaring at Godzilla.

His jaw tightened and he spun, his massive tail crashed into Martin, then carried him into the wall. The crunch loudly announced Martin was dead before his body collapsed limply to the ground.

Martha screeched and shot forward, Godzilla raked his claws across her face, then grasped her jaws prying them apart.

His spikes flashed blue, and he blasted radioactive fire down her gullet, in a few second, the pressure blast apart her neck. Martha's body fell as her head stayed in Godzilla's grasp. He dropped it and casually brushed his hand off on his pants.

After picking up his cane, he whistled up the garage, and in a few moments, his right and left hands, Angurius and Rodan, quickly came down, followed by ten or so goons.

Godzilla nodded as he looked at the group, "Okay, gather up everything you can find, someone dispose the bodies, give them to that Cloverfield kid. The bank loot is in the duffel bags, we're bringing it back, and I mean it. If I find out one dollar was pilfered from the bank loot, all of you will find yourselves vaporized. As for everything else? That's fair game." The goons nodded and set to work with eager smiles.

Godzilla motioned Anguirus and Rodan over, "Make an anonymous call, I want the HMB to know that we recovered the stolen goods." He looked at the stiff look Rodan had, "What's wrong?"

"Sir… El Gusano is back in town. I saw his lackey, Komunga, setting up a store front on the edge of our suburban Willis territory."

Godzilla's jaw set, "Stupid worm, what on Earth makes him think he can return after all these years," he shook his head, "Scout some more, contact some people we know there, have them set their eyes on him."

"And Ang?"

"Yes?"

"Alert the other Fathers, don't call a meeting, just send out a message." He paused for a moment, he brought his friend closer, and muttered, "Call up a girl for me, I still have energy to burn."

"Which one?" Angurius whispered back.

"Erabus."

Anguirus nodded, "Sure thing, my friend."

Godzilla turned away and watched the goons fight over the various items from the Mutos' hoard.

The Kingpin of Harryhausen smiled.