"I would have killed you right here and now if not for one simple fact," David interrupted, his voice dropping to something cold and quieter, somehow more frightening than his earlier rage. "Your son still loves you. It's a natural thing, you know—kids his age, they still seek their parents' affection, even when those parents are absolute trash like you. Even when they don't deserve a single ounce of that love." Without another word, David turned on his heel and left the house.
Outside, he called down to the boy who had been flying around with the happiness a kid like him should have, "Alright, I have to go now. There are more people out there who need saving, more children like you who need help." David's expression softened just slightly as he looked at the uneasy child. "I'm going to take you to the police station, and they will take care of you from there. You're safe now." The kid nodded silently, uneasy still written across his young face, but David didn't have any more time to waste comforting him. In a flash of movement too quick for the eye to follow, he teleported away, but not before deliberately drawing the security camera's spheres towards him.
In another part of the world, in a bedroom, a small voice broke the terrible silence. "I don't want to," a little girl said softly, her words barely above a whisper as she looked at her uncle, who stood before her with his pants pulled down, wearing an expression that made her stomach turn.
"I'll give you money," the uncle said with a light, practiced smile that had probably worked to manipulate her before—a smile that froze solid on his face the instant the little girl vanished from where she'd been standing. In her place now stood David, who regarded the man with a smile of his own, though his held no warmth whatsoever.
"Let me try, but you don't need to pay me, it's for free," David said conversationally, his tone almost casual as he reached out and grabbed the man's exposed genitals. With one savage pull, he ripped them straight off the man's body, the sudden violence causing a scream of pure agony to tear from the uncle's throat.
But even greater pain crashed over him a split second later when David's hand connected with his face in a vicious backhand slap that sent him sprawling. Without ceremony, David teleported the bleeding, screaming man directly to the nearest hospital—he simply didn't have time to deal with government procedures, police reports, and all the bureaucratic nonsense that would follow if he allowed the man to die.
David couldn't afford to stay in one place for long. All across the United States, in countless homes and hidden corners, such horrors were happening at this very moment, and so he teleported frantically from place to place, appearing and disappearing in flashes of light. The entire world watched through cameras and phones in mounting shock at what was unfolding before their eyes.
Even people who weren't actively committing crimes at that precise moment found David suddenly appearing before them, because he remembered everything—every single incident from yesterday.. Just because it had been his day off didn't mean these monsters could get away with their acts, didn't mean they could escape justice.
Ever since David's intense battle with Allura, something had changed within him. His senses had sharpened to an almost supernatural degree, expanding and deepening until he could perceive things that had always been hidden before. The world watched in mounting horror as, in the span of just one day, David brought to light thousands upon thousands of acts that had been carefully concealed from public view, buried under lies and silence and shame.
Child abuse of every kind—whether physical beatings or psychological torture, whether obvious wounds or invisible scars—David appeared to stop it all, materializing like an avenging angel wherever children suffered. Not every perpetrator received the same punishment.
Some of the less severe offenders were lucky enough to earn only a stern warning and a promise of surveillance. Others weren't so fortunate, receiving far more than just a slap across the face—some lost body parts entirely, torn away as payment for their crimes, while others had those same severed parts forced down their throats as a final, brutal lesson they would never forget.
[Bess T. Ality] Oh shit, no one is safe! I want to see who would dare do stuff like that.
[Stacy Rect] I don't know, something about this just instant right. I know he is doing a good thing, but I get the feeling of power abuse.
[Phil McCrakin] Judge, look into Stacy Rect. This guy is clearly hiding something.
[Harry Azcrac] I'm on it, I will find out this dude's information.
[Pat Maweini] GO JUDGE! Yeah, this street would be safe with this man running around.
[Kimmy Hed] Uncontrolled power isn't something to be ignored. Who can stop David if he goes out of control? The guy is like a god. What can he not do? Power can go to anyone's head. We should honestly be looking at what we can do when David loses his shit
[Nutcracker] Guy above, shut the hell up.
[NutCracker]- Okay, it looks like Judge can sense things happening over a large range. For now, we would limit this to him being able to sense bad things going on.
[Stacy Rect] let's ignore that he could do this yesterday, but was busier with his day off… but okay, I'm the bad guy.
The world had a lot to say about David's actions, opinions flying from every corner of the globe, but David didn't care in the slightest what they thought. The statistics were staggering—about 8,000 people were killed every single day in the USA alone, a number so insane it barely seemed real.
David had set himself an ambitious goal: to lower that horrific figure to about 5 people at most per day, maybe even less if he could manage it. He aimed to bring the crime rate all over the world down to numbers so low they would be almost frightening in their own right, a testament to what one person with enough power and determination could accomplish.
But of course, not everyone was okay with this new world order David was creating. Many people—powerful people with much to lose—were decidedly not okay with his methods, his interference, his very existence. In the shadows of boardrooms and secret meetings, they gathered quietly, scheming and plotting various ways they could erase David from the equation entirely, remove this unpredictable variable that had upset the careful balance of power they'd maintained for so long.
Two weeks after David began his worldwide streaming campaign, bringing justice to every corner he could reach… well, he only worked in the USa, but somehow, all over planet earth, same stopped. For everyone, no matter who were to scared to commit a crime so long as David existed.
But on that day, an event took place that would forever show the world what a truly enraged David looked like—what happened when you crossed the one line that should never, ever be crossed.
On that day, a clown with a sick sense of humor thought it would be absolutely hilarious to dig up David's daughter's grave, to violate that sacred resting place. This twisted individual dressed her lifeless body in garish clown makeup, painting her pale face with reds and whites, and positioned her remains standing upright before a massive cannon, which he was preparing to fire, to blow apart, all while broadcasting it for the world to see.
Where was David at this precise moment? He was currently sitting comfortably with Superman in what had become their regular hangout spot, completely unaware of what was unfolding.
"Come on, you still can't be upset about watching Boku no Pico," David said with a mischievous laugh, observing how absolutely grumpy and disturbed Superman looked, his normally heroic expression twisted into something between disgust and existential horror. The Man of Steel had found time to watch the infamous anime yesterday, and he had done exactly that.
"I watched the whole thing at super speed! Every single episode!" Superman exploded, his voice rising with each word. "I watched the first episode and I was thinking, what the fuck is this! Then the next episode came and I was like, WHAT THE FUCK... and then they got in that car!" Superman roared, his horror boiling over as he threw his glass of water directly at David's face, only for the glass to pause impossibly right in front of David, suspended in mid-air as if time itself had stopped.
"It was so disturbing, it was like Satan himself handed me his personal porn collection and forced me to watch it... yet somehow I couldn't stop watching, I had to see how much worse it could get... and then there was that dog toy!" Superman held his head in both hands, looking genuinely traumatized, while David fell over onto his side, laughing so hard he could barely breathe, tears streaming down his face.
As Superman continued talking, venting all his trauma and horror out loud, trying to process what he'd witnessed, David only laughed harder, showing just what a terrible, awful friend he was. But David wasn't alone in his amusement—the whole world was watching this livestream, millions of viewers tuning in. Some were laughing right along with David at Superman's expense, while others were fully supporting Superman in his time of trouble.
But David's attention was suddenly, violently caught by an alert notification that popped up on his phone, and instantly his smile died completely, wiped away as if it had never existed. His face went cold and hard as stone when he saw the breaking news broadcast—the image of the Joker pressing his painted face mockingly against his daughter's lifeless cheek, grinning that horrible grin directly into the camera.