A.U. Villian Deku. He will be based off of a combination of The Riddler, The Joker, Two-Face, and Penguin. He will remain Quirkless throughout the story and will operate more or less as a mastermind who pulls the strings. Don't worry, this story will be a slow burn but it will be well worth the payoff with twists and turns along the way. I hope you all enjoy it.

Origin

Society had changed rapidly ever since a baby in China was born with "special gifts." These "special gifts", or, "Quirks" became more and more widespread throughout the globe. It is said that approximately 80% of the population possess some kind of quirk.

Some people would inevitably use their gifts for their own personal gain. They were labeled as criminals, or villains. However, there were brave men and women with quirks who began to put their lives on the line to combat them and defend the innocent. These courageous men and women were called "heroes."

Ever since Midoriya could remember, he wanted to be a hero. As a kid, his dream was to attend U.A., the number one hero course. However, he had just one small problem…..

"If you keep picking on people, then I'll never forgive you!" A four year old Midoriya declared to the resident class bullies before him.

"Even though you're quirkless," The ringleader of the bullies began to say. When he pounded his fist against his hand, embers burst forth from his knuckle. "You're pretending to be a hero, Deku?!"

That's right. He was quirkless.

There was, statistically speaking, about a 20% chance that he would be so.

And he drew the short end of the stick.

As he laid on the ground badly beaten. His eyelids half open, teetering on the edge of consciousness, one fact reverberated in his mind.

All men are not created equal.

Despite what his doubters and detractors said to him, Midoriya persevered. Why? Well, that was simple.

You never know unless you try, right?

It was one thing if he tried and failed. He could live with that. But quitting on his dream without even trying was unforgivable. In fact, he refused to even entertain the notion.

Despite his classmates laughing at him for dreaming to join U.A., and despite Bakugou declaring that he would undoubtedly make it into U.A. and talking down to not only Midoriya but the rest of the class, insinuating that Midoriya's presence would only make a mockery out of U.A., he strove toward his dream day after day.

However, after class during one particular day, things changed. All because of one incident.

Because of one moment.

Class had just ended, and Midoriya was excited as ever to write in his "Hero Analysis" notebook. Earlier that day, he witnessed Kamui Woods in action, as well as a new and, ahem, "ass-tacular" hero known as Mt. Lady. Her special attack, "Canyon Cannon," appeared to have been particularly deadly.

"I can't wait to write about what I saw!" Midoriya exclaimed to himself.

Before he could place his notebook back into his backpack however, a hand reached out to grab it from in front of him.

When Midoriya looked up, he saw that it was none other than Bakugou himself.

"I wasn't done talking to you, Deku," Bakugou said. He waved around Midoriya's book nonchalantly.

Two of Bakugou's friends, or "lackeys" as Midoriya preferred to refer to them as, approached him.

"Eh? What's that notebook?" One of them asked.

Bakugou handed it to him.

"Huh? 'Hero Analysis For The Future?!' Pfft-" The lackey couldn't contain himself any longer. He began to laugh uncontrollably.

Midoriya clenched his fist. He was beginning to become angry, but he held it at bay. If he tried to fight them now, he could seriously die.

"J-J-Just give it back!" He demanded with a shaky voice.

In response, Bakugou slammed his fist against the notebook. Although he had the ability to burn it to cinders, he instead chose to singe it. Midoriya gasped with shock as his lifelong bully then tossed his precious notebook out of the window haphazardly.

"Do me a favor, Deku," Bakugou gave him a "light"-hearted smile. He placed his hand on Midoriya's shoulder. "Stay away from U.A., nerd."

As the trio of bullies began to walk away, Midoriya continued to stand dejected. Now, both of his fists were clenched. He felt a fire within his belly, a furnace of anger that burnt white hot. Normally he would look at a situation as objectively as possibly, weigh out the pros and cons, and then act. But he began to think about how wonderful it would feel to punch Bakugou as hard as he could. Just one punch. That's all he needed. Then he could die happy.

"Hey, you could at least say something," One of the lackeys cackled.

"Deku, if you wish to have a quirk, there is one thing that you could do," Bakugou stopped to say. "You could go to the highest roof and jump off of it. As you fall, wish with all of your might that you will be reborn with a Quirk in the next life!"

Midoriya turned to face Bakugou. His anger had reached a boiling point. The furnace within was akin to a supernova, and his visage was twisted with rage.

Bakugou simply smirked at him. Now that was an expression that he had never seen before. It was interesting.

"Oh? I like that look that on your you what Deku," Bakugou placed his arms behind his back. "I'll give you the first punch."

"Grrrrrrr!"

That's it.

He had found his chance.

Midoriya rushed Bakugou. He nearly tripped over his own feet as he did so, yet he managed to remain upright. He clenched his right fist and reared it back. He imagined what his favorite hero, All Might, would do, and mimicked him.

"Detroit! Smash!" Midoriya roared as his knuckle collided against Bakugou's cheek.

He heard Bakugou grunt from the impact, but he remained completely still. From his vantage point, Midoriya could not read his expression, but he saw the look on the face of his lackeys, and they shocked to silence.

"Detroit? Smash?" Bakugou muttered. His voice was low, almost inaudible.

Once the euphoria of what Midoriya had done washed away, it was instead replaced with an overwhelming amount of regret.

He was done for.

Bakugou wiped his mouth and looked at Deku with eyes that were devoid of any discernible emotion.

"Don't make me laugh, Deku!"

Midoriya didn't see it coming. A heavy right handed strike landed square on his jaw. The impact along with the burst of explosion aided from his quirk sent Midoriya flying against the wall of the classroom. He almost blacked out from the impact, yet he managed to remain conscious.

"Guard the door," Bakugou ordered his lackeys. "Make sure no one wanders in here. I will be out in a second."

The duo did as they were told. They stepped out of the classroom and shut the door behind them and remained in front of it conversing as to not draw suspicion.

Inside, Midoriya laid against the wall, his lower lip bleeding and busted and his cheek covered in blisters due to Bakugou's quirk. What's worse is that he knew that Bakugou was holding back. If he hadn't, then he would have literally killed his quirkless classmate.

"I'm proud of you, Deku, for finally having the balls to stand up for yourself. I really am," Bakugou slammed his fist against his hand, much like he did all those years ago.

"But you chose the wrong one to stand up to."

Normally, Midoriya would plead. He would beg for forgiveness, and beg for his life. But he didn't have the strength to anymore. If he was going to die anyways, then why not say how he really felt.

"You know what," Midoriya began to slowly stand to his feet using the wall that he laid against for support as he did so. "The funny thing is, if I were in your position, I wouldn't pick on anyone. However, instead, I was born without a quirk, which is something that you feel the need to remind me as much as you can. But….."

Midoriya looked Bakugou in the eyes and roared with all of his might, "But I bet without your quirk, you would be nothing!"

…..

Silence.

Bakugou's visage was a twisted blend of amazement and astonishment. That's two times that Deku had stood up to him. What in the world had gotten into him? Furthermore, he asserted that he, Katsuki Bakugou, would be nothing without his quirk? Had he lost his mind?

"Do you think that I wouldn't be able to kick your ass without my Quirk, Deku?"

Midoriya neither shook nor nodded his head.

"Well!?" Bakugou pressed.

Midoriya swallowed hard and then nodded his head.

Bakugou did not say another word. He simply charged at Midoriya who did not expect it. He began to punch Midoriya relentlessly. From his face, to his chest, and to his stomach. One body blow in particular caused the quirkless boy to double over in pain. He fell to his knees in agony and puked his lunch out onto the ground. Bakugou then reared his leg back and kicked Midoriya in the head.

That blow was hard enough to cause him to black out.

Midoriya awoke hours later in a daze. At first he did not know where he was. But then he remembered that he had just gotten his ass kicked by Bakugou and that he was still at the school. He had never been knocked unconscious before, was it normal for people to be out it for several hours?

And why did no one notice that he hadn't gone home yet? Where were the teachers? The principle? The faculty and staff?

Wait, speaking of home….

My mom's going to kill me!

She was probably worried sick! Alarmed by this realization, Midoriya shakily arose to his feet. His body was sore, and his ribs in particular hurt unlike anything that he had ever felt before. He walked towards his bookbag and almost slipped on something wet. He looked down to see that it was his own vomit and held in the urge to do so again. He can't believe how badly that he was beaten. Was Bakugou trying to kill him?

As he looked through his backpack to make sure that he had all of his belongings, he realized that he was still missing his prized "Hero Analysis" notebook.

Even though he wanted to stick around to look for it, it was already evening time and the sun was down. Hopefully his notebook would turn up in the lost and found tomorrow.

He began to walk home his normal way but was cut off by a barricade of police officers. Apparently an incident had occurred where a slime villain took a student hostage and All Might managed to save him. Further details weren't given to him, but Midoriya was still somewhat upset that he was unconscious for the whole ordeal.

What's worse was that he had to take an alternate route back home, and it was through a part of town that was shady at best. Still, due to the recent slime villain attack, there was an increase in not only police presence, but heroes on patrol as well. Running into trouble should be unlikely.

Finally, in what seemed like forever, Midoriya was merely a block away from home. Always cautious, he made sure to glance behind himself every so often and thankfully he wasn't being followed by anyone.

Home sweet home! He exclaimed inwardly as he continued his trek uninterrupted-

"Hey, kid, what's in the backpack?"

Midoriya froze.

No way!

He turned to see a man wearing all black and with a ski mask covering his visage standing menacingly.

No way!

He checked everywhere! Constantly! He didn't see anyone! It didn't make any sense!

No way!

"H-H-How?!"

The man's body disappeared suddenly before he then reappeared back into the quirkless boy's view.

"Does that answer your question, kid?"

Midoriya dropped his backpack.

Of course….

Another person with a Quirk taking advantage of someone else without one. When would it end?!

Wait, that's it! So what if he doesn't have a Quirk! All he has to do is yell for help, and a hero with a Quirk will show up to rescue him!

When the masked criminal reached for the backpack, Midoriya reached for it as well and screamed at the top of his lungs, "Help! Somebody help me please! I'm being robbed!"

"Shut up kid!" The criminal roared as he reached back to brandish a handgun and then pointed it at the Quirkless student.

Midoriya was stunned for a moment, but he figured that someone would come for him. He was assured that there would be more cops and heroes on patrol in the area. He was about a dozen blocks away from the incident with the slime villain, so he was still within range of the patrol. So sooner or later, he should be rescued.

"Help! Someone! Anyone! Please! Hel-"

Bang!

The ear splitting sound of a gun being fired went off in the vicinity. The criminal cursed beneath his breath and took off as fast as he could. His body disappeared due to what Midoriya assumed was an invisibility or camouflage Quirk.

But as for him?

Well….

No way….

He fell onto his knees due to the mind numbing pain that he felt in his gut. So far he was in shock, thus, he could not register what had happened to him. However, once he saw the blood ooze from his wound, realization washed over him.

He had been shot.

No way….

Midoriya let out a blood curdling cry. The pain that he felt was beyond imagination. It made what Bakugou did to him earlier in the day feel like nothing more than a pinch.

While he teetered on the edge of consciousness, all he could think about was….

Where are all of the heroes?

Why is no one here?

"Boss, I found something," A boy that sounded to be around Midoriya's age said. In his hand was a notebook that he had happened to have picked up.

"What is it?" The mysterious man in question asked.

"It's a notebook that has all of the information that you could ever want about almost every hero imaginable! Lucky!" The boy exclaimed with a menacing smile.

"Oh? Does the notebook say who the owner of it is?" The man asked.

The boy scratched his head feverishly and flipped through the pages. He didn't see a name on the cover, but he did manage to find one on the very last page.

"It is owned by some kid named Midoriya Izuku."

"Interesting," The man said. "Most interesting."

"Why does it matter who made it?" The boy asked.

"Because whoever this Midoriya is, he could prove to be quite useful to us."