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Chapter 36: The Evolution of V-Mon – Shadows in the Dark

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The Need for Evolution

Joshua had pushed himself harder than ever before. Fighting in Gotham was different from any battle he had ever imagined. He had already tested Greymon and Garurumon X, but his V-mon form lagged behind.

Tonight, he was going to change that.

Joshua stood on the edge of a rooftop, staring down at the flickering lights of Gotham's underworld. Five major gang bases were scattered across the city—criminal empires thriving in the shadows, poisoning Gotham with drugs, weapons, and fear.

His mission tonight was simple.

Destroy them.

But this wasn't just about cleaning up the streets.

This was about growth.

V-mon needed to evolve, and Joshua knew that the only way to break through was to push himself to the limit.

What he didn't realize, however, was that he wasn't alone.

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The First Target – The Black Blades

The Black Blades operated out of an abandoned factory, their hideout packed with thugs carrying automatic weapons, stacks of dirty cash piled up along the walls. Inside, men gambled, smoked, and laughed—completely unaware that their night was about to become a nightmare.

Joshua leapt from the rooftop, landing in front of the main entrance. His blue scales gleamed under the dim streetlights, his sharp eyes scanning the area.

A guard barely had time to react before Joshua's fist slammed into his chest, sending him flying into the steel doors with a thunderous crash.

"What the hell was that?!" a gang member shouted from inside.

Joshua grinned.

"Time to get started."

The moment the door was kicked open, chaos erupted.

A group of thugs rushed forward, weapons drawn, but Joshua was faster.

A spinning kick sent one gangster flying into a stack of crates. Another reached for his gun, but Joshua dashed forward, grabbing his wrist and twisting—hard. The man screamed in pain as the gun clattered to the floor.

BAM!

Joshua slammed his knee into the thug's gut, knocking him unconscious.

One by one, the Black Blades fell.

Every punch, every kick, every movement was precise and ruthless. Joshua was a storm, tearing through the gang like they were nothing.

In less than ten minutes, the entire hideout was in ruins.

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The Silent Observer – Robin's Discovery

Perched on a nearby rooftop, Dick Grayson—Robin—watched in stunned silence.

He had been tailing Joshua for the past few nights, trying to figure out who or what he really was.

Batman had no idea he was here.

This was something he needed to see for himself.

And what he saw shocked him.

Joshua wasn't just strong—he was brutal.

Robin had seen Batman take down criminals efficiently and methodically, but Joshua? He fought like a wild animal. There was no hesitation, no wasted movement—just pure, relentless aggression.

And yet…

He wasn't killing them.

That was the most terrifying part.

Joshua was holding back.

Robin's grip tightened on the edge of the rooftop. What the hell was he?

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The Second Target – The Crimson Fangs

Joshua didn't waste time. The moment the first hideout was in shambles, he moved on to the next—the Crimson Fangs.

The gang was holed up in a rundown apartment complex, using the building as a front for their drug operations.

Joshua crashed through the second-story window, landing in the middle of a room filled with armed men.

"What the—?!"

Before they could react, Joshua was already on them.

A powerful roundhouse kick sent one thug flying across the room, slamming into a table with a sickening crack.

Another gangster lunged at him with a knife, but Joshua sidestepped, grabbing the man's wrist and twisting it until the blade dropped. Then, with a quick jab to the throat, he sent him gasping to the ground.

It was a slaughter.

Joshua moved like lightning, dodging attacks and countering with devastating force.

The fight lasted less than five minutes.

When it was over, the Crimson Fangs' operations were in ruins.

But something felt off.

His body was burning, energy crackling beneath his skin.

His muscles ached, but in a way that felt… different.

Something was changing.

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The Third Target – The Iron Serpents

Joshua barely gave himself time to breathe before moving on to the Iron Serpents.

By now, the criminals of Gotham had heard the rumors—something was hunting them.

The Serpents' hideout was fortified, guards stationed at every entrance, weapons drawn.

It didn't matter.

Joshua ripped through them like a hurricane.

Every punch felt stronger. Every movement felt faster.

Something inside him was building—boiling over.

And then—

It happened.

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Evolution – The Birth of ExVeemon

As Joshua stood in the center of the wrecked Iron Serpents hideout, his vision blurred.

A massive pulse of energy surged through his body, the air around him crackling with power.

His skin felt like it was on fire.

His muscles expanded, his body grew, and his once-small frame stretched upward, reaching nearly ten feet tall.

His once-short horns extended, his fangs gleamed under the flickering lights, and a massive X-shaped mark burned onto his chest.

Joshua had evolved.

He was no longer just V-mon.

He was ExVeemon.

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The Final Targets – The Last Two Gangs Fall

Now in his new form, Joshua tore through the remaining two gang hideouts with terrifying ease.

The Silver Daggers didn't even have a chance to fight back. A single punch sent their leader crashing through a wall.

The Blood Crows tried to escape, but Joshua was faster.

Robin, still watching from the shadows, couldn't believe what he was seeing.

Joshua had changed.

This wasn't a simple transformation—this was something else entirely.

Robin took a deep breath.

Batman needed to hear about this.

Because if Joshua kept evolving…

Gotham might never be the same again.

Chapter 37: Gotham's New Monster – The Bounty Rises

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Gotham's Shifting Power – Gordon's Perspective

Commissioner Jim Gordon had seen Gotham evolve in ways that defied logic. Crime in this city had always been vicious, always shifting like a storm that never settled.

But tonight, something had changed.

Tonight, a new force had torn through Gotham's underworld.

Batman's new sidekick.

No one knew his name. No one knew where he came from.

But the criminal world already feared him.

A creature of nightmares that could shift its form, adapting into something even more terrifying with each fight.

And after tonight's five consecutive gang raids, that fear had only intensified.

By the time the GCPD arrived at the first gang hideout, the scene was absolute carnage.

Walls were ripped apart by claws, scorch marks lined the floors, and unconscious criminals lay scattered across the room—bruised, broken, and beaten senseless.

No fatalities.

But it was clear that whoever had done this could have ended them if they wanted to.

Gordon walked through the wreckage, taking in the destruction.

"Commissioner, you need to see this."

One of his officers approached, dragging forward a battered thug, his face swollen and his hands trembling.

Gordon crouched down, taking a slow drag from his cigarette. "Alright, talk. What the hell happened here?"

The thug swallowed hard. "It… it wasn't Batman."

Gordon exhaled. "I know. So who was it?"

The thug's face twisted in terror. "It was that thing! His… his monster!"

"Describe him."

The thug licked his lips, voice shaking. "He wasn't just one thing, man. He—he changed. He started as some blue lizard, fast as hell. He tore through us like we were nothing. But then—then he turned into something else."

Gordon's brow furrowed. "Something else?"

The thug shuddered. "He… he grew. Wings. Claws. Bigger. Stronger. And then… he changed again. A wolf—no, not just a wolf. A goddamn armored beast with glowing eyes."

Three forms.

Three different creatures.

And from the look in this man's eyes, Gordon could tell he wasn't exaggerating.

He stood up, flicking his cigarette aside. "Get forensics in here. I want full analysis on everything—structural damage, scorch marks, claw marks. I need to know exactly what we're dealing with."

The officer nodded and rushed off.

But Gordon already knew the answer.

Batman's new partner wasn't just another crimefighter.

He was a weapon.

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The Criminal Underworld Reacts – Raising the Bounty

The news spread like wildfire.

By the time Gordon reached the second crime scene, the word had already hit the streets.

Every gang, cartel, and crime family in Gotham knew about the monster working with Batman.

And they weren't taking chances.

In a private underground meeting, some of Gotham's most powerful crime lords sat in grim silence.

At the head of the table, a grizzled old man with deep scars along his face slammed his fist onto the table.

"This thing ain't human! The Bat was bad enough, but now he's got a goddamn shapeshifting monster doing his dirty work?!"

A man in a well-tailored suit, his fingers adorned with expensive rings, exhaled sharply. "He's more than just a monster. He's an evolving monster. Every fight makes him stronger."

The room fell into uneasy silence.

Until a deep voice spoke from the shadows.

"Then we do what we've always done."

The group turned toward the speaker—a powerful figure, his presence demanding attention.

"We put a price on his head."

Murmurs rippled through the room.

The crime boss in the suit leaned forward. "A bounty? You think that'll be enough? Who the hell is gonna take a job against something that can change forms?"

The shadowed figure chuckled. "Everyone has a weakness. Even monsters."

He gestured toward a large screen, where the updated bounty listings for Batman's sidekick had been uploaded.

New Bounty Issued: $5,000,000 – Alive

New Bounty Issued: $2,500,000 – Dead

The crime bosses stared at the numbers in silence.

A hefty increase from the original bounty.

A bounty big enough to bring in some of Gotham's most dangerous assassins.

A bounty that would force the monster into the open.

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Batman's Arrival – The Unspoken Truth

By the time Gordon finished assessing the fifth gang base, a familiar shadow fell over him.

Batman.

The Dark Knight stepped forward, his cape billowing slightly in the cold wind.

Gordon didn't bother looking up. "I assume you've been watching?"

Batman nodded. "I anticipated this."

Gordon shook his head, crossing his arms. "You knew they'd put a price on his head?"

"It was inevitable."

Gordon let out a slow sigh. "This kid is getting stronger. Every fight, every enemy he faces—it's like he's evolving. Tell me, Batman… what happens when there's no one left strong enough to challenge him?"

Batman's jaw tightened. "Then it'll be up to me to ensure he stays on the right path."

Gordon turned to him, his voice dropping lower. "And if he ever loses control?"

Batman's eyes narrowed. "Then I stop him."

The words were calm, but the weight behind them was heavy.

And Gordon wasn't sure if he entirely believed it.

Because if this kid kept getting stronger…

Even Batman might not be able to stop him.

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Gotham's New Reality – A City on the Brink

Joshua had shaken Gotham's underworld overnight.

The bounty was set.

The hunt had begun.

Every assassin, bounty hunter, and mercenary in Gotham would be looking for him.

And somewhere in the shadows, the city's most dangerous players were already plotting.

Because if Batman's monster kept growing stronger…

They'd have to find a way to kill him before he became unstoppable.

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