Disclaimer: Own nothing. Making no money. All characters and names trademarked to DC Comics and Kohta Hirano.

Materioptikon Alert: This series was inspired by, as noted, a reply I received from Metropolis Kid, who I thank for his time. It deals with several superheroes and supervillains from the DC universe making their way to Hellsing and how they were changed by the experience at different points in the manga. It will have twelve different characters, both heroes and villains, entering the Hellsing world, with a two-part Integra-centric finale. See if you can guess who will it be! And do not forget to review!

The freak was hunting. And Alucard was pleased for once.

The freak was a magnificent sharpshooter. Oh, how he envied those weapons. Walter’s marvellous works of art, the Jackal and the Casull, held their own splendidly, but the gauntlets the freak boasted were nothing short of spectacular. After all, wrist-mounted weapons systems were not something everyday freaks were able to afford, even less when the guns were of such quality and power. His agility, while far inferior to the Valentine freak and even the Brazilian, Alhambra, was far above par when compared to humans and infinitely superior to ghouls’. Oh, how he was relishing the hunt for the freak.

-You won’t get me, whatever you are!

And what a resourceful freak this was! While his choices in clothes could be defined as rather questionable for a vampire except for the bloodstains, the armour at least was of a sufficient level to shrug off long-distance shots from the Casull, and mostly resist the effects of a Jackal shot with the aid of the thick coat the freak held on to, and the gadgets he employed were often destructive enough to hold Alucard's interest. Smoke grenades, tear gas, incendiary rounds... The man had to be a walking arsenal.

Alucard could see those gauntlets in his wrists and that mask on his dungeon wall.

He had been summoned by Integra, who reported a suspected freak had slain several Parliamentarians and Parliament guards, with the apparent intention of reaching the Prime Minister, and the discovery of Letzte Bataillon orders detailing a possible hit on the man with the intention of crushing British morale on their own security in preparation for some other plan. While Integra and the Convention could care less about the puppet’s position being compromised, they could not afford to lose a marionette of that kind of coverage. Millennium’s boldness knew no bounds indeed.

Alucard, meanwhile, had a wonderful time chasing the freak across the House of Commons and the Thames. First, the freak’s motorcycle had nearly left Alucard behind before he’d decided to borrow one of the neighbouring cars and started a long, destructive chase. First, the freak had decided to lose Alucard in Kennington Street before turning and heading in the direction of Mayfair. All during this, the brutal shootout had not stopped. The freak had even managed to impress him by destroying his car in Lambeth. Shooting the gas tank from over a hundred metres with was essentially a huge Magnum was something Alucard had to respect.

Of course, all it had done was to make him want to measure the freak’s worth himself. He’d been authorized to remove the seals up to Level 2, and had continued pursuit by jumping on rooftop after rooftop, dodging gargoyles and ornaments, giving the impression a black cape followed him; he decided the freak could use some fear in his system to ensure cooperation-or maximum desperation. He settled of calling a horde of shadow-matter bats to surround him and protect him from the bullets; not that he truly needed the protection.

But, damnation-he had not had this kind of fun since he’d met Anderson!

Integra Hellsing was not having as much fun as her pet. In fact, she abhorred how nonchalant the damned pest could be sometimes. Staring at the gunned-down men in the central lobby of the Parliament, she sighed, and hollered on the communicator:

-Seras! Are all remnants of the attack force dealt with?

She had to wait for a good ten seconds before the fledging responded:

-Sir Integra! I think you better come and see this!

Integra huffed. She had to instil that fledging with the idea she did not have to see every single miniature development in the case. Summoning Walter to her side, she settled on resting her ached feet beside the Post Office section of the lobby. Shortly after, Seras arrived, bearing a laptop, breathless.

-Sorry…Sir Integra…Security branch’s…too far away…

Integra groaned.

-Vampires do not breathe, Police Girl. Calm down and draw only enough to speak.

As expected, Seras briefly cowered. Integra sighed.

-What do you want to show me, Police Girl?

Seras, now more calm, opened the laptop and handed it to Integra.

-Security footage, Sir. The freaks were dead before we came here.

-What!?

She pressed Play. And what she saw froze her on the spot.

-Contact the American Embassy now!

Meanwhile, the master vampire was having nothing short of a blast with the freak.

-Dammit, Batman! Your place is in Gotham, not across the pond!

Gotham? Alucard, for a moment, was left utterly confused. He remembered a Gotham man had once tried to control him not too long after his release; he’d broken his mind and sent him back to whatever asylum he had escaped from. Once, he’d gone to Gotham himself in the times of Arthur, and participated in a fight against an old enemy with a man bearing a great power hidden within a ring. With a dash of shadow matter, he had destroyed all the lights in the little corner of Hyde Park and thrown the filthy thing against a tree. In his suave, cruel voice, he stated:

-You’ll have to be clearer than that, scum…I haven’t gone to Gotham in quite a long time. Has it changed? Is it still the cesspool of blackness it was once? Is the man with the green light still illuminating its streets?

-You…you aren’t the Bat, are you? The Lantern…Sentinel…he’s left Gotham. The blackness stuff, yeah. Pretty much. Air’s corrupted, water’s worse, people are insane. Once spent some time in Arkham…That’s the core of all the black in there.

Alucard decided to indulge a bit in maniacal laughter. After all, the freak had managed to interest him. For quite a while, he had found the night to be well-spent, and could afford to conduct some impromptu interrogation rather than outright absorb the soul lingering within the freak and to ruin the evening with his impatience. His Jackal was levelled at the man’s bloodstained mask, and with a huge smile, full of serrated teeth, he started by asking:

-All right, then…let’s have a talk, shall we? What was your mission at Parliament? What can you tell me about Millennium’s future movements? Is that insane little Major still interested in raising Hell to Earth with his menagerie of monsters? Is the dear old Doctor well? What has become of that interesting Captain?

-I…I don’t know what you’re talking about…I was paid to kill the Jensen man by his wife; man was jumping his secretary and two other women. Group of monsters attacked me when I was preparing the shot from across the street… Made me go into Parliament… killed them there…found my mark, killed him, his friends and their guards… got the Hell out of there and into you from there on.

Alucard’s smile waned for a moment, as he activated his third sight and looked closer to the “freak”. And suddenly, the immense, face-ripping smile was back.

-You’re a human! A human managed to do all of this! And a mercenary, of all things!

-Yes, I’m a freaking human! Now let go, you monster!

But Alucard kept grinning, and clasped the man’s hand, shaking it.

-It’s been so long, since I went against a human that lasted this long!

“Alucard!”

“Yes, my master?”

“Have you terminated the target?”

“No, master. But I beg of you, let me enjoy some more time! He’s a human, of all things! He killed the freaks and battled me, and I liked it! Please, master, don’t order me to kill him, he’s too entertaining…grant me some more time to enjoy, to savor this...”

“Well, thank heaven you did not kill him. While I’m pleased you won’t pester me for a while with petitions to ambush Anderson, I’m afraid your playmate needs to go to the American Embassy. He’s a wanted fugitive, name Floyd Lawton, a.k.a…”

“Deadshot!”

-…please reconsider, Mister Lawton, you’d have immense benefits as a Hellsing operative…

-And have to live with the monster? Thanks, but no thanks! Suicide Squad it is for me!

And Floyd Lawton allowed himself to be cuffed with a spring in his step as he was taken into the darkness of the American embassy. Integra sighed and placed a hand on her temples to stop the impending migraine, and hailed Walter to place her Rolls closer. As soon as she was in, she muttered:

-Congratulations, Alucard. You managed to frighten the man who has battled the Earth’s most powerful metahumans into accepting a place in a squadron of such high mortality it’s known as the Suicide Squad instead of accepting a deal that would have allowed him to serve in the ranks of Hellsing and eventually retire a free man.

Alucard, to his credit, said nothing until the car was on the very steps of Hellsing.

-…did you tell him to write?