AM I SUPERMAN?

As Kaius pondered the mysterious Banknote Ability, a dialog box suddenly popped up in his consciousness, overlaying the additional effect description of Batman's card. It was an updated instruction program, seemingly triggered after the system's latest upgrade.

"This skill involves causality. Please rest assured while equipping it."

Kaius stared at the prompt, his suspicion only deepening. "Causality?" he muttered, his brow furrowing. "Are you trying to bully me because I didn't study enough philosophy?"

Feeling a mix of curiosity and caution, he decided to test the feature. "Let's push the boundaries of danger," he thought, meditating three times to calm his mind. "This is purely for research purposes. It's not like I actually care about owning one percent of Wayne Enterprises!"

With that, Kaius equipped the Batman card into the auxiliary slot. The boost to his attributes was negligible, barely a blip compared to his already immense power.

Just as he was about to dismiss the whole thing as anticlimactic, his phone began to ring, the sharp tone pulling him out of his musings.

"Rolling in the Deep" blared through the room as Kaius checked the screen. The name flashing on his phone sent a chill down his spine: Bruce Wayne.

"Seriously? That fast?" Kaius muttered, his mouth twitching as he hesitated before answering. He steeled himself and pressed the button.

"Hey, Kaius. It's me, Bruce," came the familiar, deep voice of Batman on the other end. His tone was unreadable, as always.

Kaius scratched his head nervously. "Hello, Bruce. What can I do for you?"

"I know everything…" Bruce said ominously.

Kaius's heart skipped a beat. Does he already know about the one percent share? He braced himself for Bruce to confront him about tampering with Wayne Enterprises, but to his surprise, Bruce continued, his tone softening.

"I've been reflecting on the Justice League," Bruce said. "Its purpose is far more profound than I initially realized. For so long, I've fought alone. As much as I hate to admit it… there are times when I've felt powerless. I couldn't even protect the people I loved."

Kaius relaxed slightly, sensing the vulnerability in Bruce's voice. "Hey, Bruce, let's not dwell on the past. We're partners now. If you ever need help, I'll have your back, no hesitation."

There was a pause on the line before Bruce replied, "Thank you. That's why I've decided to do something. I'm allocating a one percent stake in Wayne Enterprises to sponsor the Justice League."

Kaius's eyes widened, his grip on the phone tightening. "Excuse me? Did I hear that correctly?"

"One percent," Bruce repeated matter-of-factly. "I want the League to have the resources it needs. Equipment, management, operational costs—these things add up. You have extraordinary abilities, but I can contribute financially. This is my way of supporting our mission."

For a moment, Kaius was speechless. Bruce Wayne, the man who carefully calculated every move, was offering up an immense fortune without hesitation.

"Uh… I… thank you," Kaius finally managed. "On behalf of the Justice League, we accept your generous gift."

"Good," Bruce said. "I'll have Alfred prepare the contract for the transfer of shares. Once it's ready, you can come by to sign it. If you prefer, I can authorize Alfred to manage your stake in board meetings."

Kaius chuckled. "Yeah, I'll leave the corporate politics to you and Alfred. I doubt I'd fit in at those meetings anyway."

Kaius hung up the phone and let out a long sigh, reclining on the worn-out sofa in his modest living room. He looked around at his surroundings, the peeling paint on the walls and the creaky floorboards. It was almost laughable to associate the word billionaire with himself.

"I got rich overnight?" he murmured, still trying to process the reality.

Across the room, Diana was sprawled on another couch, casually munching on potato chips while flipping through TV channels. The sight of the Amazon warrior indulging in modern comforts brought a wry smile to Kaius's face.

"I've decided to build a spaceship," Kaius declared, trying to sound confident. "I need to consult Jor-El at the Fortress of Solitude. Want to come along?"

Diana barely glanced at him, her attention fixed on the television. "Maybe after this show," she replied nonchalantly. "You can go ahead."

Kaius sighed. For all her strength and wisdom, Diana had fully embraced the joys of modern entertainment. "Fine," he muttered, standing up. "I'll go by myself."

Meanwhile, in Central City, at the state-of-the-art S.T.A.R. Labs, Cisco Ramon and Caitlin Snow were running routine checks on Barry Allen, who was still comatose following his exposure to the lightning storm and the particle accelerator explosion.

Cisco, ever the eccentric, decided to play music on the lab's speakers. A familiar pop hit, Poker Face, blared through the room. The irresistible rhythm had Cisco swaying his hips and humming along, albeit off-key.

"," Cisco sang, twisting his torso like a dancing marionette.

Caitlin shot him an exasperated look. "What on Earth are you doing, Cisco?"

"Trying to wake Barry up," Cisco replied matter-of-factly. "I saw on his Facebook that he likes this song. Maybe it'll jog his memory."

Caitlin rolled her eyes. "Hearing might be the last sense to fade, but if Barry wakes up to this, the first thing he'll do is shut you up."

"Please," Cisco retorted with mock indignation. "I was the karaoke champion in high school. Not appreciating my voice is your loss."

As he hummed even louder, Caitlin shook her head, muttering something about losing brain cells.

Suddenly, Barry bolted upright in his hospital bed, gasping for air like a man saved from drowning. The wires attached to his chest and arms stretched taut before snapping off.

"OH MY GOD!" Cisco screamed, jumping back in fright. "Barry, are you serious?! Is my singing that bad?!"

Barry's wide, panicked eyes darted around the room, taking in the unfamiliar surroundings. "Where am I? Who are you? What happened to me?" he demanded, his voice hoarse but forceful.

"Relax, man!" Cisco stepped forward, hands raised in a calming gesture. "You're at S.T.A.R. Labs. Don't panic!"

Caitlin approached with a medical flashlight, already assessing Barry's condition. "Pulse is 122. Pupillary response is normal. Breathing is steady," she muttered, jotting notes. Her calm demeanor contrasted sharply with Cisco's theatrical antics.

Barry, still disoriented, began yanking off the remaining cables. He swung his legs over the side of the bed and stood unsteadily. "S.T.A.R. Labs?" he repeated. "Who are you people?"

Cisco was quick to respond. "I'm Cisco Ramon, and this is Dr. Caitlin Snow. Do you remember anything about what happened before you were unconscious?"

Barry rubbed his temple, his mind racing. Flashes of memories surfaced—the storm, the particle accelerator, the blinding bolt of lightning. "I remember… the lightning," he murmured. "And the explosion. But after that… it's all blank."

"You were struck by lightning during the particle accelerator explosion," Caitlin explained gently. "You've been in a coma ever since. But you're awake now. How do you feel?"

Barry flexed his fingers, then took a cautious step forward. "I feel... different. Like there's something inside me… something I can't explain."

Cisco and Caitlin exchanged a knowing glance. They'd seen the medical data—the elevated heart rate, the strange electrical activity in Barry's cells. Whatever had happened to him that night, it had fundamentally changed him.

"Barry," Caitlin said cautiously, "we need to run some tests. Whatever happened to you... it's not just about the lightning."

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