“People with reputations disappearin’ lef’ and righ’, Boomer.” Captain Boomerang’s favorite concubine, something something, said. Sheila Upforit is a better name for you, lovely, Boomerang thought, leering at her from a pockmarked face that bespoke of his heroin habit. “Watch yourself.” Sheila Upforit said, looking away from him with a smirk.

Boomerang laughed. “I ain’t nothin’ special – jus’ took out that tatt’d up abbo—”

As if summoned by his name – giving credence to the rumors that the Tattoo Man was lent supernatural strength by his tattoos – Monster T, the Tattoo Man, threw open the chamber’s doors with a scintillating green dragon tattoo. The serpentine bundle of energy reared back snakelike, hissing at Captain Boomerang as Monster T entered, a grin etched across his tatted and pierced face.

“Back of another shamming, ya filthy abbo?”

“Is that how you treat family, Digger?” Monster T said. With a flick of his arm, he sent a storm of chain tattoos through the chamber. Boomerang’s confidence fell away as he watched the associates fall to blood chunks at the touch of Monster T’s superpowered tattoo chains. “I take you in as a favor to our dear mother, and you come in, take over my heroin den –”

“Shut your ****ing mouth!” Boomerang said, springing aside, sending his newly acquired harem scattering at Monster T. “I ain’t related to you bloody savages.” Screaming, they drew the attention of the dragon tattoo while the chains dealt with the last of Boomerang’s co-conspirators.

Captain Boomerang, hands trained by years as an acquisitions specialist for Monster T’s heroin trade sent a hurricane of specialized boomerangs at the metahuman mobster. They hit home in a series of explosions and electrical bursts that drowned the chamber in a charnel house miasma.

Captain Boomerang, having consolidated his hold over Monster T’s operations, found his exuberance shortlived. A tide of shouts and gunfire rolled through the den’s entrance. Black-suited special forces operatives swarmed the room, half of them with their guns trained on Monster T’s blasted corpse, the others shouting orders at the panicked harem.

“I can pay!” Captain Boomerang dropped his namesake weapons, shed his filthy overcoat and began stepping forward, arms raised. “I’ve got all the money, all the names of all the syndicates you could—”

“****ing cowardly piece of ****.” Boomerang heard Sheila Upforit hiss. Then he felt the cold metal of one of his boomerangs slamming home against the base of his skull. He swooned, spinning as he fell. The last thing he saw was his favorite used toilet, Sheila Upforit, sneering down at him. In her hand she gripped a bloody boomerang. The last thing he felt wasn’t the warm body of a woman on top of him – his preferred way to go, with a nice and quiet heart attack, thank you very much – but the phlegm Sheila hawked on him as unconsciousness took him.

*

"You sure Waller wants...this?" one of the Argus operatives nudged Captain Boomerang's unconscious body.

"You just saw him go toe-to-toe with one of the most notorious metahuman gangsters in the States." An operative shrugged. "She'll find a use for him in some capacity."