A/N: I am so sorry for the long wait my readers. I have been busy with work, and whenever I had some free time, I would keep falling into a lazy slump and have zero motivation to write. Your patience is appreciated, and I hope you enjoy this new update. Rest assured, another chapter for Bound Together is in the works. Additionally, I am considering rewriting Garchu since I can't seem to get the next chapter to flow right, it just keeps coming out... wrong. Nothing else to say here, on with the fic!

Chapter one: First Contact.

In a darkened office, sits the form of a female figure in a sleek crimson dress wearing glasses with dark red lenses, tapping away on a computer as a series of numbers appear across the screen. "Mmm, profits seem to be climbing. Good. Though I may need some new contenders for the arena soon. Can't have the fights getting stale." She muttered to herself while pushing up her glasses with her middle finger. Then a message appeared on the screen marked as 'urgent'.

Raising an eyebrow, she clicked on it to see it's contents, her eyes skimming over the words until her eyes widened. After a few moments, they narrowed in curiosity, then they shined brightly. Her face beaming as a smirk appeared while she crossed her arms under her bust. Seems things were going to get interesting very very soon. For now, it was time to fulfill an old promise of hers.

The Next Morning, Konoha.

"Damn it. I really hate the Academy. Every day it's the same thing, I go there, I pretend to listen to Iruka's boring lectures, get the crap kicked out of me by Sasuke in Class spars, ask Iruka for extra training, then he gives the 'Can't give special treatment' speech like an asshole. Rinse and repeat, day after day." Muttered the form of on Naruto Uzumaki as he lazily walked along the road, glaring into empty space. If he was only given a fair chance, then he would be just as good a fighter as anyone else in his class, maybe even be able to put up a fight against the Golden boy Uchiha instead of being the duck-ass' punching bag.

But no, he was supposed to be the 'Dead Last', and his asshole teachers wouldn't do anything to help him or tell him what he was doing wrong. The blonde's musing was broken when he heard the low rumbling of an engine, turning his head he saw a long black vehicle that he recognized as a Limo. Cars were a rare sight in the Elemental Nations, usually only in the possession of the Rich or in the hands of Foreigners. Though in either case, Limos were the most common vehicle, or at least the most easily identifed in the Nations.

The Car slowed down until it matched his pace, making the boy stop in his tracks, wondering if it was following him or if he was simply in the way. His question was answered as a door seemed to open itself, revealing the form of a beautiful woman, his breath catching in his throat as he dryly swallowed. A blush creeping across his face as she seemed to be eyeing him up and down. "Naruto Uzumaki?" She asked him, more in the form of a statement than a question since she addressed him by name, making him nod stiffly.

"My name is Roulette. On your way to the Academy, are you? Allow me to give you a small ride. We have a lot to talk about." She spoke in a sultry tone, waving her finger in a 'come here' motion as she crossed her legs, giving the boy a better view of them.

The blonde's hormone filled body subconsciously eyed her form, making him shake his head violently to break himself from his stupor. Goddamned puberty! Finally, he took a deep breath and replied "Sorry, but my friend Anko warned me against going anywhere with strangers."

If she was offended by his ogling of her, she certainly didn't show it as she spoke in a calm manner "Good advice from a good friend. But we're not stangers. We're family... godson." At that last sentence, he quriked up an eyebrow but then a small smile formed on his face.

"Oh yeah, the whole 'I'm your family' Shtick. Nice try, but I was already fooled once by that one. You're gonna have to try a little bit harder to convince me." He replied as he crossed his arms, a disbelieving look on his face, which soon fell as the woman called Roulette smiled even wider, a haughty look forming as a Casino poker chip appeared between her fingers almost like magic.

"You a gambler?" She asked him in an almost playful manner, earning a confused look from him, chuckling to herself she continued to speak. "Here's the way I see it, you can either play it safe and keep walking towards your school and continue living a meaningless life fighting against the biased and superstitious nature of your village folk. Or, you can take a small gamble with me, and learn what I have to offer. Which may turn your whole world, upside-down and inside out. Care to play?"

After a few moments of thinking about her words, he decided that it'd be better to take a risk and then judge whether or not she was telling the truth. With a small sigh, he entered into the Limo, the door shutting behind him as he took a seat across from her. With that, the Limo drove down the street at a slow and deliberate pace.

A look of pride flashed across the spectacled woman's face as she spoke "Good choice, I respect the spirit of a gambler and a fighter. Allow me to reintroduce myself as Roulette, businesswoman and your Godmother. Hand-picked by my old business partner and close personal friend, Kushina Uzumaki, your mother."

"You knew my mother? So I got my surname from her huh?" He asked with a suspicious glare, wondering if she was trying to yank his chain.

"Naturally. Allow me to give you the rundown. Your mother came from a clan, known as the Uzumaki's who had their own island nation and village known as Uzu, which was well on its way to becoming the Sixth major nation. But it was destroyed with a coalition of multiple Villages sought to destroy Uzu, and afterwards pillage it for its resources and treasures. Konoha was a longtime ally of Uzu, but when your clan needed help the most... they never came. Your mother was one of the few, if only survivors. And she had lost everything, home, family, and clan. And she developed a sneaking suspicion that Konoha deliberately allowed Uzu to be destroyed.

The trauma caused her to become a merciless and ferocious fighter. During her time as a Kunoichi, she would torture, maim and murder her way through the ranks until she became known as 'The Evil' Uzumaki, a woman so feared that not even the Nation's Kages would ever dare cross her. Her battle prowess drew me to her, so I attempted to abduct her for my gladiator areana... I miserably failed believing her to be a mindless brute. But... instead I found a kindred spirit in her after she deceived me and escaped her confinement. Instead of killing me, we became lifelong friends and partners.

She had countless enemies within Konoha, so she made me promise that if anything ever happened to her, and if you were unable to live in and thrive in this backwater village, that I was to take you under my wing, nurture you and then make you into the most fearsome fighter in the world. So far... both of those conditions have been met. Something happened to your mother... and you have failed your Academy Exam, twice. And that's the long and short of it." She explained as she rolled the casino chip across her knuckles in a casual manner.

As the blonde listened, he didn't feel like this woman was truly lying to him. But there seemed to be certain holes in her story. "Funny, I don't remember anything in my history books about a village called Uzu. Pretty sure something like a Village being destroyed would have made it into the pages." He spoke in a questioning manner, almost as though he were testing how she'd respond next.

"Indeed you are correct. Unless such information was deliberately censored by those in power." She spoke with a knowing smile, pulling open a small compartment revealing a mini-fridge filled with drinks chilling inside. She plucked a small can of soda out and offered it to him. With a shrug, the blonde accepted it and popped it open, sipping at the carbonated beverage for a moment.

"Those in power? My Mother's so-called enemies? Why?" He asked with a small frown, trying to get all the pieces to this story.

"Correct. And why else? When people are in a position of power for a long enough time, they will do virtually anything to keep it. Your mother was a threat to them all, since the day she set foot in this village and learned how to fight. Thus, an entire conspiracy was formed, and both you and your mother were sucked into the center of it all. Even now, they are trying to manipulate you." She spoke in a more serious tone as she pulled out a small briefcase and opened it, revealing a file of some kind... with his name on it. She then opened it, revealing it to be a very thoroughly recorded set of all his exam results.

"At first glance, it seems like you're a miserably failing student. But on closer inspection, your tests and exams have all been forged, fixed, and edited against you. On orders of your Hokage." She spoke, then pulled out a letter which bore the hand-writing of the Sandaime, asking both Iruka and Mizuki to rig the test appropriately.

"See? They feel threatened by you. They know of your potential. My best guess is, they wanted you to be a full-blown retard to fill your head with silly and lofty ideals so that they wouldn't need to fear retaliation from you." She explained to him as she reclined back in her seat, allowing the boy a moment to digest this information.

"Does this also have to do with me being the Kyuubi's container?" He asked, more in the form of a statement as he started to put everything together.

"Ah. Clever boy. You already know about that, eh? That's actually the very reason your mother was brought to Konoha. Only an Uzumaki can contain the raw power of the Kyuubi. This made her, and by extension you, all the more dangerous." She spoke as she poured herself a glass of wine.

"Didn't take much to figure out. I was born October the Tenth, same night as the Kyuubi attack. Not to mention people keep whispering things in a not-so-subtle manner about 'Demons' and whatnot whenever I'm around. Still... if my mother was the previous container, that would help explain why I was picked to contain the Bijuu. But that begs the question... how did the Kyuubi get loose in the first place if my mother was supposed to be keeping it?" He asked with a small frown, that particular question now ringing in his head since Roulette's story seemed to be making a lot of sense to him at this time.

"There, I cannot help you. But... you could try asking the beast yourself to tell that part of the tale. Whenever you get the chance, I suppose. So... do you believe me?" She asked with a small smile as she took a sip of wine.

"So far... I do not disbelieve you." He replied in a somewhat guarded tone, still feeling unsure of himself, but at the same time... he felt he could put some faith in this woman.

"Good. Trust, respect, and loyalty are to be earned, and never given. Though sometimes, you may need to take a gamble. If you'd like to bet on me, I could provide for you wealth, privilege, and the chance to unleash your true power and strength. What do you think?" She asked him, extending out a hand towards him.

After thinking for a few moments, the blonde finally spoke in a firm voice "Nobody got anywhere by constantly playing it safe. And earlier you asked if I was a gambler... the answer is 'yes'." with that said, he accepted her hand into his own and shook it. She then pulled him in and planted a searing hot kiss on his lips, her warm tongue slipping into his mouth making his eyes widen at receiving a french kiss, from an adult woman no less.

She then released his hand and slowly pushed him back with a stiletto covered foot until he his back was pressed against the seat. He blushed a bright red color as his hormones raged inside his body, he could even still feel the warmth of her lips against his own.

She adjusted her spectacles and licked her lips, as though she had just tasted a yummy treat. "There. Our contract has been sealed with a kiss. You'll find that I don't do things half-way." she spoke as she trailed the tip of her stiletto down his chest and stomach until she retracted it. Crossing one leg over the other with a saucy grin. Noting his state of blushing she couldn't help but inwardly laugh and find it a little cute. He was still a growing teenage boy, likely going through puberty and still discovering the attractions of the opposite sex.

It was definitely going to be fun to torment him a little during this chapter of his life. "Now then... do you have any personal belongings or prospective friends to bring with you before we depart? I get a very distinctive feeling that this village won't be a very safe place for you." She asked him in a professional manner, snapping the boy from his stupor.

"Yeah, I got a few friends in mind that'll be happy to pack up and go. So... who was my father?" He replied back, his last question being more of an afterthought since it handn't crossed his mind until now.

"Mmm, I never met your father, and Kushina would always get this sour look on her face whenever he was brought up in conversation. By my understanding from what little she spoke of him, he never truly loved you as a father should have." She explained in a sincere tone, wishing she could be able to provide more information on the subject.

"I see. Maybe someday I'll find out more about that. When do we leave exactly?" He asked at the end, wondering how much time he had to try and gather the few friends he had in Konoha so that they wouldn't be left behind.

"Today." Was Roulette's reply in a tone of finality, earning a nod from the blonde as he looked out the Limo's tinted windows. A large smile forming on his face as he felt that things had become clearer for him, and now he had finally met his family. But then... was the Saindaime truly his enemy? He still had some doubts clawing at the back of his mind since the man was like a grandfather to him. How would the old man react if he were to grill him with this information?

"I know that look. You still need a little extra incentive that your gamble won't be a wasteful one. Here, how about you ask your Hokage himself? It's not like he knows where you are right now, does he? And he won't even be able to lay a finger on you with my protection." The black haired woman spoke as she pulled out a telephone hidden beneath a leather armrest. She tapped on the phone a few times then extended it to him, instructing him to push the green button.

He nodded and did so, bringing the phone up to his ear. Listening to the phone ring, until the aged voice of the Hokage spoke on the other end, "Hello? Hiruzen Sarutobi, Sandaime Hokage speaking."

"Hey old man. Wanted to ask you something." The blonde replied in a flat tone, a small gasp of shock coming from the earpiece.

"Naruto-kun? How'd you get the number to my office? I don't remember giving it to you." The Aged Hokage spoke in obvious surprise, followed by some coughing. It was likely he was smoking his pipe and choked on some smoke.

"Doesn't matter. Wanted to ask... were you ever planning on telling me about my mother?" He asked with venom dripping off his every word. The blonde's hand gripping the telephone tightly.

"Your mother? Naruto-kun, I never knew her. Where is a question like that coming from?" Hiruzen asked in a confused tone, causing the blonde to decide and change his question a bit.

"Really? Let's try this then. Does the name Kushina 'The Evil' Uzumaki ring any bells?" The blonde asked with a devious grin stretching across his face, he glanced in his godmother's direction who was also smiling and gave him a nod of approval. From the phone... there was only silence.

"I'll take the stunned silence as a 'yes'. So then you must also know about Uzu? About the Uzumaki clan? Would you also care to explain why you purposely had my tests and exams rigged from the jump?" The blonde asked, bombarding the Sandaime with questions.

The Hokage stammered for a few moments, until he finally formed a coherent sentence "Who told you these things Naruto-kun?"

"Oh, my godmother did. She calls herself Roulette." The blonde replied in an all too casual manner as he sipped at some soda to wet his whistle.

"Godmother? Naruto-kun, you don't even have a godmother! Whoever this woman is, she's feeding you nothing but lies." Hiruzen spoke, almost screaming into the mouthpiece of his phone, making the boy cringe slightly in discomfort.

"As far as you knew. And for some reason... I find her far more trustworthy than you right about now. And that whatever you may say next, will be nothing but excuses or honeyed lies. So long old timer, the next time we see each other, I'll be standing over you, crushing your throat underfoot." With that said, the blonde returned the phone to his godmother who promptly hanged up before the Sandaime could even get a word in.

"So, you made your final decision then?" she asked with a knowing smile, alreading aware of the answer to her question.

"Yup. He knew the entire time and never told me. Never dropped a hint to me, or anything for that matter. He didn't even try to own up to his lies, or come clean when I confronted him just now. You were right... Konoha's not safe for me anymore. The sooner we get my friends and leave this dump, the better." He responded in a matter of fact tone.

"Good. Be sure to write up a list of your friends, that may wish to leave with us and I'll handle the rest. Then... we can get your training underway." She responded with some pride in her voice.

"Will do... what was your job again? You mentioned something about a gladiator arena?" he asked with some curiosity, wondering how his godmother was so obviously wealthy.

"Ah. Yes. I am the manager of an underground Gladiator arena, and casino. I usually pit skilled fighters or super-powered beings in fights to the death. She rectified it, and made it so that only the vilest of people were put to death. You'd be amazed how much people would pay to see the killer of a loved one be slaughtered in an Execution style match. She liked to call it 'Bloodsport'. I think she got the name from a movie." She explained while casually waving her hand from side to side.

"Seems kinda wrong to profit off people's grief." Naruto commented as he crossed his arms with a questioning look.

"Maybe a bit. But money's money. And if it brings the family some real closure, then what does it matter? Would you rather a murderer or a rapist live off your tax-paying money, sitting in a cozy cell, eating three meals a day? Your mother had a firm belief in the 'Eye for an Eye' approach. Thieves get their hands cut off. Rapists are castrated. Murderers are gutted. That sort of thing. She always said the best way to stop crime at the source, is to put the perpetual fear of God into them and shove the knowledge of guaranteed punishment down their throats." Roulette explained the principal behind one of her most profitable enterprises.

"Putting it like that... makes better sense. Guess it's a gift to see in shades of grey. Which is why people try and seperate things into black and white to make it simpler for them." He responded with a thoughtful expression.

"And there's that practicality that I loved so much from your mother. She was always able to see things in a bigger picture. If you're half the fighter that your mother was... I know you will definitely do well in life... and in my arena. So then... executioner? Or entertainer?" She spoke with a large smile, adjusting her glasses which glinted in the light.

"Sounds like fun. I think I might try both. Once I get the proper experience." The blonde replied with a broad smile, cracking his knuckles slightly. The thought of being able to fight and grow stronger... almost seemed quite exciting to him. And it seemed his godmother was very eager to supply.

Two years later.

"Tonight, we have ourselves a very special execution! The chosen victim? One Victor Zsasz, straight from Gotham city!" spoke the form of one Anko Mitarashi, acting the part of MC as she spoke into a microphone. The crowds booing at the form of the Serial killer, trapped inside the arena as he twirled a pair of knives in his hands.

"For those who do not know. Victor is a wanted Serial killer, who kills his victims, then carves a tally mark into his flesh for each kill. Batman and the GCPD have apprehended this monster, countless times. And what did they do? They sent him to Arkham Asylum! Only for this maniac to bust out each time, and add more to his already high body count! But not tonight! Tonight, this freak will be getting his just desserts! I present to you, your favorite Executioner, and the undefeated Champ of the arena; The one, the only, Naruto Uzumaki!" Anko announced, causing a spotlight to appear showing the form of Naruto himself.

Despite his youth, he already stood at 6'2, and he wore a crimson trench-coat with a pair of black colored jeans and combat boots. He wore no shirt under his open trench-coat, instead he let his chest and chiseled abs out for all to see. Across his chest was a tattoo in the form of the japanese Kanji for 'Wrath'.

The crowds went wild, cheering for the blonde to kill the murderer, desiring that Victor get his final comeuppance. With a maniacal grin, Zsasz leaped forward, his knives at the ready, already poised for the blonde's vital spots. With a small smile, he merely swatted away the incoming weapons, then grabbed the scarred man's wrists, crushing them with a loud snapping noise.

"Yeah, nice try. See, this isn't actually a fight. It's an execution. So I'm meant to kill you in a nice and brutal manner for everyone to see. Despite your body count, I find you to be pretty small potatoes. Annnnnd I'm rambling. Sorry. I ramble when I'm bored. I'll get to killing you now. Sorry for the wait." The blonde spoke with a shrug. Yanking the killer towards him, then headbutting the scarred man, causing his nose to crunch.

But before Victor could fall to the ground, the blonde had his hand's around the killer's head, then began applying pressure. Zsasz trying to push away the blonde's hands with his forearms, but it proved useless since his hands were useless and the blonde's grip refused to loosen. Then, the sounds of bone crunching could be heard, and the Serial killer began to scream in pain. Blood starting to drip from his tear ducts, his nostrils and ears. The dripping of crimson liquid then turned to a large gush.

Victor's screams soon turned to nothing but gurgling noises, until a wet sounding crunch was heard. His head popping like a balloon filled with chilli, as blood and brain matter sprayed about. The crowd's roaring in approval that a convicted murderer and repeat offender was finally put down like the rabid animal he was.

"That's all folks!" Naruto announced to the crowd, giving a small 'victory' sign before exiting the arena. Uknown to him and the crowds... a certain archer was watching the entire event undercover.

That night.

"This is Speedy, to the Justice League... we have a pretty major problem. And truth be told... I don't think I can handle this on my own." the red haired Archer spoke with a scowl, almost angry at himself for having to call for assistance. On the plus side... it wasn't terribly hard to get in touch with the JLA if you knew how, which made this a bit more convenient. But still very annoying.

"We hear you. What is the situation?" Martian Manhunter responded in a professional manner, waiting for the rogue archer's report.

"Roulette and her underground arena have been running a sick game they call 'Bloodsport'. It is essentially an execution where people pay to watch criminals be murdered. The latest victim is Victor Zsasz. The favored Executioner and the current Champion is called Naruto Uzumaki, allegedly he is Roulette's godson. I asked the patrons about him, and they all say the same things. That he's the crowd favorite and is completely unbeatable. After careful observation, I have confirmed that he has strength above the average human norm, and he is a skilled martial artist, but I haven't been able to determine his full range of skills yet." Speedy spoke, giving the details he had covertly gathered, though it was difficult to maintain his cover after watching such a slaughter.

"Understood. We shall dispatch the Team for a covert operation. Standby until they arrive at your coordinates." Manhunter spoke with a nod, cutting off the connection. With a small sigh, the archer decided to pass the time by checking his arrows to ensure they wouldn't malfunction when he needed them most. Fortunately, he didn't have to wait long for the 'Kiddie JLA' to show up.

"That was pretty quick. The JLA got you twiddling your thumbs in your clubhouse? And what's with the new faces?" Speedy asked with a small sneer at seeing three new females. He recognized Aqualad, Robin, Kid Flash, Miss Martian, Superboy and Artemis. But there was also some new ones too. An orange skinned female, and a cloaked girl with pale grey skin. The only one he did recognize of the newcomers was Batgirl.

"Speedy, meet Starfire and Raven. Our newest members. The JLA already gave us your report. Good thing you found out about this. I never would imagine people would pay for that kind of thing." Aqualad spoke in a serious tone, feeling that it was definitely their duty to put a stop to this inhumane practice. The term 'Bloodsport' sounding more and more, appropriate.

"I am new to your Earth. But the Revenge seems to be a powerful motivation amongst all species, regardless of who they are or where they come from." Starfire spoke with a somewhat saddened expression, the others all nodding in agreement to her statement.

"All right, we shall infiltrate covertly as 'patrons' then from there, we'll coordinate and plan out an assault to apprehend Roulette and this Naruto person. Robin, Batgirl, Artemis and Speedy will take point since they'll stand out the least in the crowd. Miss Martian, you try to scout around and figure out the patrols of their security and the positioning of their cameras and points of interest. The rest of us will keep to the shadows until you all find a decent opening for us to strike. Any objections?" Aqualad spoke in his leader tone, earning nothing but silent agreement from the others.

Now that the infiltration plan was set up, they would need to get inside and figure out a more detailed plan. But still, one thing was bothering them all... There was only one uncertainty that stood out amongst everything else. What was this 'Naruto Uzumaki' truly capable of? He was an unknown element and a mystery that they were all unfamiliar with. But still, they had fought worse... right?

Roulette's office.

"Intercepted transmission huh?" Naruto spoke as he listened to the interaction between both Speedy and the JLA. It seemed like the Archer's communicator wasn't truly secure, rookie mistake on his part. His godmother having a confident smirk which turned into a full smile. Information was an extremely valuable thing to have, sometimes it was worth more than gold or diamonds. And now they knew that somebody would be coming to break up their operations.

"Seems that you'll finally be able to fight some Heroes. I was hoping to wait a bit longer, but that's okay. I doubt that the League will be sending any Big-Timers like Superman, Batman, and the like." Roulette spoke in a somewhat excited tone, already calculating the money to be earned from her godson fighting the so-called heroes.

"Yup. At least I'll be able to get a decent warm-up. Guess this means that a line's about to be drawn in the sand. Now we'll have to see who's going to fire the first shot. In either case, we'll be going to war with the Justice League. Then, we have an old score to settle with Konoha." Naruto spoke while rubbing his neck with a yawn.

"Don't worry. I know that you can throw down with the best of them. Best part? Not a single one of them will see your power coming. Not even Batman, the contingency-plan-for-everything guy will be able to pin you down if he can't find a strategy against you." She spoke as she adjusted her glasses with a small yet confident smile.

"Assuming I give him the chance. This is gonna be something special, I take it that it'll be broadcasted live across the world?" Naruto asked, knowing his godmother was going to want to reel in more clientele.

"Naturally. But this serves both our purposes. A live broadcast will satiate my greed, and you will be able to tear the JLA a new one. Win-win." She spoke with some sadistic glee, which Naruto seemed to share with a devious smile.

It was only a matter of time before his opponents showed up. May as well try and relax until then. "You know Roulette, I kinda need to unwind a bit after crushing a sociopath's head like a watermelon." He spoke as he threw off his trench-coat, his toned body now on full display.

"Of course. Only the best for my godson. Lie down please." She spoke, pointing to a massage table. Her godson nodding in understanding and lied on it in a facedown position. Roulette sighed as she unzipped the back of her dress, letting it fall and pool around her ankles. Then she discarded her stiletto heels, leaving her only wearing her spectacles, crimson silk fingerless gloves and of course her trademark snake tattoo.

Taking a deep breath, she dashed forward, then jumped in the air, her bare feet landing directly on his back. But the whiskered teen barely even budged under her as she landed gracefully on him. Raising her hands over her head, she grabbed onto a metal handlebar to maintain her balance as she used her feet to help ease the tension and knots in his back. "You are lucky to be massaged like this. I just had a veeeeery expensive pedicure just yesterday. But, small sacrifices for your happiness." She spoke in a mock hurt tone, gingerly working out a knot below his left shoulder blade.

"I imagine you have killed men for less than ruining a perfect pedicure." He replied, letting his godmother do the work. Sighing in relaxation from her delicate and practiced touch.

"True. And they never saw it coming. I would put them on this table, right here, where you're lying. Then I would offer a special massage with a 'happy ending'. Easing them into a relaxed state... then I'd snap their necks before they could even yelp." she spoke, her foot slowly trailing up his spine, giving him a tingling sensation.

She then lifted herself up slightly, and asked him to flip over. He obeyed, allowing her to massage his chest and stomach. And giving him a perfect view of her nude form. "Stupid and dirty old men huh?" Naruto asked in a half-joking tone, but she still nodded in confirmation.

"You know, I don't usually like younger men. Far too immature, inexperience, and lacking in finesse. But you, you are a worthy specimen. If you weren't my godson, you would definitely be a kill to remember." She spoke with a fiendish grin, her eyes gaining an edge to them, akin to a hungry predator.

"Oh? Being prey to a Cougar doesn't sound so bad. What would you do to me, if I were your prey?" he asked her, groaning slightly in discomfort as a tent started to form in his pants.

"Mmmm. I would put you out on this table, and slowly take my time tenderizing you, like a fine piece of meat. I would make you crave me, and wish to indulge in the forbidden fruit of a woman more than twice your age." She spoke as she lowered herself slowly. Crouching down like a feline as she deftly reached down and unzipped his pants.

"But I am not a cougar, I am a Boa. I will slowly coil around you. Entrapping you. Mezmerizing you with my divine body. Then, I would slowly squeeze you. Not enough to suffocate you, but definitely keep you in my coils, ready for the feast." She spoke as she rubbed her chest against his, her tongue slipping out of her mouth like a serpent as she pulled back then and removed his pants.

"I would defile your young body, putting your cock deep into my hungry womb. Then, I would slowly drain you. Sucking the virile, hormone filled seed from your balls, until you have nothing left to give me. Then, when you are weak, helpless and nothing but a vegetable... I would swallow you whole. And thus, the young little cub, has been devoured by the mature prey. Does that not sound erotic? I find it quite arousing." She spoke with a hungry look in her eyes.

"Doesn't sound so bad to me. Fortunately you aren't a real life boa, otherwise you might eat me." He replied as their lips met.

"Can't I? I am still a Cougar as you graciously called me, a hungry one at that. And you, will be my young prey. And I shall definitely do all that I described, figuratively of course." She spoke as she tore off his boxers, her face twisting slightly with a malicious predatory like smile. The blonde could only smile back, knowing that she was going to rock his world.

The next morning.

"Sooooo, the point of infiltration is to blend in, to not stand out, and not be discovered, right?" Asked the form of a certain teenage speedster as he scratched the back of his head.

"Yup." Was the brief reply of both Aqualad and Robin as they looked about at their surroundings, their eyes narrowing slightly.

"Except... there's nobody here." Kid Flash pointed out, his arm making a sweeping motion as he gestured towards the empty seats surrounding the arena, then continued to speak "So if that's the case... we completely stand out now."

Robin grimaced and added in his own observations "Clearly the setup towards a trap. They knew we were coming here. Speedy... your communicator was secure... right?" The boy wonder asked, causing everyone to turn their attention to the archer in question.

"I am absolutely positive that it was secure." He replied through gritted teeth, failing to surpress a frustrated growl. Clearly... he was lying and now they were likely going to pay for his mistake.

Sensing the growing tension in the atmosphere, Starfire spoke up "Let us not start the Arguing-amongst-friends. Since this place is empty, we need not worry about the Hurting-of-innocents ." Her innocence and cheerful nature helped relieve some of the tension, making some of her more serious teammates begrudingly nod in agreement.

Sighing, the Atlantean spoke to both his martian teammate and the newly resident empath Raven "Sense anyone nearby? There could be guards waiting for an ambush." At his question, both shook their heads, responding that there were no signs of anyone in hiding. Of course, that only applies to guards of an organic nature.

Fortunately, both Robin and Batgirl had briefly used their scanners to search for any signs of machinary, but came up empty as well. It was highly unusual that there wasn't anyone around. Not even a drone or a robot.

Suddenly, Superboy's ears perked up as his hearing picked up a noise coming from the arena. It sounded like... wheels? "Everyone... someone is here." He spoke as he pointed down towards the blood-stained arena, a spotlight appearing which shined on a blonde figure, who was casually rolling towards the center of the arena in a computer chair, with his back turned towards the group.

"Dr. Stein, eat your fucking heart out." The blonde quietly whispered to himself, though it was picked up by the cloned Kryptonian. The blonde stranger then slowly turned towards the group of heroes and then waved in a somewhat mocking manner towards them and spoke aloud "Here I was, hoping for an entree from the JLA. Instead, I'm only served appetizers. That's okay though. This will be all in good fun." With a snap of his fingers, multiple cameras came floating into existence, some of them positioning themselves near the Heroes and the other cameras surrounding the blonde himself.

"That's him. Naruto Uzumaki. Be careful, we don't know what kind of tricks he's got up his sleeve." Speedy warned everyone as he readied his bow. The Team all nodded in acknowledgment towards his warning, then all descended towards the arena to face the whiskered teen.

"Weird. He doesn't seem that much older than us." Miss Martian spoke with a small frown as she tried to take a small peek into the blonde boy's head. Only to be met by an iron wall of Mental defences that prevented her mental probing.

"Doesn't matter. He is still a merciless killer. He murdered Victor Zsasz by crushing his head bare-handed." Speedy harshly reminded her, earning a nod from the Martian... and a bored yawn from Naruto.

"Sure I did. What's your point? Victor was a serial killer. If anything, I think I did a public service." Naruto responded with a shrug. Smirking as the cameras rolled, his exchange with these Heroes being broadcasted Live across the entirety of the world... excluding the Elemental Nations. He didn't want anyone back home to know how strong he'd gotten.

"You call murdering someone for money, a 'public service'?" Robin asked with a heated glare, almost as if he wanted to light the Jinchuuriki on fire with only his eyeballs.

"Hey, I provide a service. If people wanna pay me and my godmother to snuff out a sociopath like Zsasz, then that's their choice. At the very least, they'll be sleeping like little babies since old Victor is now six feet under and won't be preying on anybody else. What was your solution Robin old boy? Sticking Victor in Arkham Asylum, putting him out of sight and mind until he breaks out again and kills more people? How's that worked out for you, or any other member of your Rogue's Gallery?" Naruto questioned with a bored yawn, flipping the boy wonder the bird, leaving Robin momentarily stunned.

"Ah well. I wasn't planning on really starting this fight, but since your JLA would rather sacrifice innocent lives to maintain that whole holier-than-thou 'No killing' code, I guess it's my job to set you people straight, and make you choke on a big nasty pill called 'Reality'. So... who wants to throw down first? You can come at me all at once, or one at a time. Makes no difference to me." The Jinchuuriki muttered as he stood up and kicked his chair to the side. His sapphire blue eyes scanning the heroes in front of him for any signs of aggression.

"Let's see. How many of you are there? Ten of you? Sheesh, this might take a little too long. Guess I'll speed things up a bit." Naruto spoke as he rubbed the back of his head, then with a smirk he whispered "Conqueror's Haki." all at once, the Team felt an overpowering aura that seemed to be trying to crush them. Both Raven and Miss Martian quickly succumbed to it since they were an empath and telepath respectively. Starfire was then rendered unconscious followed by Batgirl, and Finally Artemis.

Leaving only the male half of the team still standing, albeit they were heavily sweating and seemed to have temporarily lost the ability to breathe correctly, as evidenced by their heaving chests. "There. That's better. To be honest... I don't like to fight women all that much... unless they're total bitches. Then it's much more bearable to beat them down a peg. Now then... who's first gents?" the blonde asked mockingly, although he could almost swear that his godmother was laughing at him for his 'preferential treatment' from her own office.

Without waiting for a plan of action, Kid Flash zipped across the arena floor at full speed to tackle the Jinchuuriki. But Naruto merely lifted his leg up then kicked forward, a loud snapping noise ringing as the speedster fell to the ground, his kneecap shattered making his leg for a V shape as he screamed in pain.

"If you can catch a speedster, the easiest way to shut them down is to break their fucking legs." Naruto spoke as he lifted his leg up again to break the boy's other leg. Only for Superboy to charge him at full force to body-slam him, the cloned Kryptonian's eyes glowing a burning red.

"Armament!" The blonde shouted, an inky black aura surrounding his fist as it collided against Superboy's jaw. The impact causing a shockwave that blew back the remaining heroes a few feet. Then, the Kryptonian himself was blown back by the blonde's fist sending him into a wall, leaving him unconscious as blood dribbled out of the corner of his mouth.

"Feh. For someone meant to be a knock-off of the Man of Steel... this guy sure has a glass jaw." Naruto commented with a yawn, visibly bored by these 'Heroes' whom he considers to be little more than rookies. He was snapped out of his yawning streak as he snatched an arrow from the air then tossed it aside before it exploded in a bright light that blinded him.

"Fucking Flashbangs." Naruto muttered as he rubbed his eyes, then sensed the remaining three heroes bull-rushing him. "Ah, the perks of Haki. Call me an over-powered bastard." Naruto cackled as he raised up his hands, then caught an incoming kick from Robin in one hand, while the other had grabbed Aqualad by the throat. With a flick of his wrist, he twisted the boy wonder's leg making a loud snapping noise, then tossed him aside.

He sensed another arrow coming his way and used the Atlantean as a meat-shield, causing the water dweller to yell in pain as the projectile exploded on his back. "You wanna know one of several reasons as to why you can't beat me? Answer: You can't fight me with the intent of killing me. You heroes always hold yourselves back from going for the win. That's why you always struggle and get kicked around. Seriously, how many 'Heroes' does it take to just fight one guy?" Naruto asked as he tossed Aqualad aside, then dashed forward, grabbing Speedy by his hands before the Archer had time to reach for another arrow.

"Here's another good question. What's an Archer's most valued tool? Answer: Their fingers." With a smirk, the blonde squeezed down until Speedy's finger bones shattered beneath the Jinchuuriki's grip, his mouth letting out a soundless scream while he barely held onto consciousness from the pain. Then, as if to add insult to injury, the blonde brought his knee up, smashing it against the Archer's groin to finish him off, causing Speedy's legs to crumple beneath him like jelly as he sank to the floor in a blissful state of unconsciousness.

With a smirk, the jinchuuriki flipped a giant middle finger towards the cameras and spoke "This the best you can do Justice League? You really think that your brand of Justice can fix the world? I'll give you one warning, leave me and my godmother Roulette to our business. If you send any of your Heroes to shut us down, I'll fight them all and capture them myself for my own private collection. And remember, there is a difference between helping the mentally ill and unstable, and snuffing out pure evil. TTFN. Ta Ta For Now. I'll be keeping these Junior Heroes as collateral. See ya around. And next time... try sending one of your Big-Timers. I love a challenge."

With that said, the cameras switched off, leaving a fuming and angered Justice League... and a curious populace of Earth. What if Naruto was right? What if the JLA's 'justice' wasn't helping anything? Regardless of the answer... both Naruto and Roulette would profit either way.

End Chapter one.

Next time: With his new prisoners, Naruto must now decide what to do with them. Despite his extreme and jaded views, he still believes in the possibility of second chances. Can he offer his foes a chance for salvation and freedom, or are they too far gone due to the conditioning forced on them by the members of the Justice League's members?