DC X LOTM: A Beyonder in DC

The moon hung high over Metropolis, casting long shadows over the industrial district. Alex crouched on a rooftop, his eyes locked on the dimly lit warehouse below. The Seer in him whispered of unseen forces at work, threads of fate intertwining in ways that could not be ignored.

Tonight wasn't just a simple smuggling operation.

It was a test.

A test of his abilities. A test of his control.

And a test of how deep this web of power and influence truly ran.

The Silent Approach

Alex focused, allowing his Seer pathway's intuition to guide him. Patterns of movement among the guards became clear—two-man patrols circling the perimeter every five minutes, a sniper stationed on the roof, a hidden watcher near the loading bay doors.

Professional.

He activated his Hunter abilities, slowing his breathing, making his movements as silent as a shadow. His body adapted to the night, his senses sharpening. Every footstep, every shift in the wind, became a part of his awareness.

Carefully, he scaled down the side of the building, landing just outside the guards' patrol range. The Apprentice in him allowed him to teleport short distances, flickering forward in near silence to bypass an open area.

A guard stood near the entrance, unaware of the presence approaching from behind.

Alex moved swiftly. Iron-Blooded Knight gave his strikes precision and power—one sharp hit to the base of the man's skull, and he collapsed without a sound.

With a flick of his wrist, Alex pulled the unconscious man into the shadows.

He was in.

The Shipment

Inside, the warehouse was filled with crates, some marked with military-grade labels, others unmarked but humming with faint energy.

Alien tech.

The Justice League would want to know about this.

But Alex wasn't here to play hero.

He moved between the crates, his Spectator abilities allowing him to sense the emotions of the people in the room—nervous anticipation, greed, tension. Something big was about to go down.

Then, he saw him.

A tall, imposing figure clad in black metal stood at the center of the operation, giving orders. His voice was laced with a mechanical hum.

John Corben.

Metallo.

The sight of him confirmed Alex's suspicions—this was bigger than a simple arms deal. Someone powerful was backing this, and he needed to know who.

Disrupting the Deal

Alex crouched behind a stack of crates, considering his next move. He couldn't take them all head-on—not yet.

But he could make them turn on each other.

Reaching into his Mysticologist abilities, he conjured a faint illusion near the warehouse's entrance—just a flicker, a shape in the darkness. One of the guards stiffened.

"What was that?"

His partner frowned. "What are you talking about?"

Before they could investigate, Alex triggered his Prisoner abilities, sending a faint mental nudge of paranoia into the first guard's mind. He tensed, gripping his gun tighter.

"I swear, I saw someone."

His partner scoffed, but the damage was done. A seed of distrust had been planted.

Then Alex moved to phase two.

With a flick of his hand, he activated his Planter abilities, causing a crate of alien tech to tremble slightly. Sparks of unstable energy crackled in the air.

"Shit—something's wrong with the shipment!"

Panic spread through the room. One of the mercenaries pulled out his radio. "Sir, we've got a problem—"

Before he could finish, Alex struck.

Teleporting behind him in an instant, he placed a firm grip on the man's shoulder and activated his Sun abilities. A surge of heat passed through his palm, making the guard yelp in pain. Before he could cry out, Alex delivered a swift, precise strike, knocking him unconscious.

The radio clattered to the ground.

And the entire room went on high alert.

Metallo's robotic eyes scanned the area. "We have an intruder."

The mercenaries drew their weapons.

Alex smirked.

Now the real fun begins.

Battle in the Warehouse

One of the mercenaries spotted movement and fired. The moment the bullet left the gun, Alex activated his Savage pathway reflexes, dodging with inhuman speed. The bullet whizzed past, embedding itself in a crate behind him.

Before the shooter could react, Alex used his Justiciar abilities, sending out a wave of righteous authority. The man hesitated for just a second—long enough for Alex to close the distance.

A sharp blow to the ribs. A twist of the arm.

The gun fell from his grip.

Alex caught it and flipped it in his hand.

Another guard charged at him, but Alex activated his Arbiter abilities. His presence became overwhelming, his very stance exuding dominance.

The man faltered.

Alex didn't hesitate. A quick strike to the temple, and the guard crumpled.

By now, Metallo had seen enough.

His chest panel slid open, revealing a core of glowing green kryptonite.

"You should have stayed hidden," Metallo growled. His mechanical arm whirred as it transformed into a heavy plasma cannon.

Alex tensed. Even with all his abilities, direct combat with Metallo was a bad idea.

But he didn't need to win.

He just needed to escape with information.

The Escape

As Metallo fired, Alex activated his Apprentice teleportation again, flickering out of harm's way. The blast struck a crate behind him, sending shards of alien metal flying.

Using his Scholar pathway, Alex analyzed the warehouse's structure in an instant. Weak points. Load-bearing beams. The quickest way to bring it all down.

He acted immediately.

He threw a small explosive charge at one of the key supports. With a boom, the structure groaned, parts of the ceiling beginning to collapse.

Chaos erupted.

Mercenaries scrambled for cover. Metallo cursed, shielding himself.

Alex used the distraction to sprint toward the exit, activating his Reader abilities to absorb every detail in sight—the layout, the enemies, the stolen tech.

He committed it all to memory.

Then he was gone.

Ra's al Ghul Takes Notice

Far from the warehouse, Alex stood atop a rooftop, watching as emergency sirens filled the air.

He had disrupted the operation. Stolen data. And left without a trace.

But the real game was just beginning.

Deep in the shadows, in a hidden fortress far from Metropolis, an old man studied a report on the failed shipment.

Ra's al Ghul's fingers tapped against the wooden surface of his desk.

"So," he murmured, eyes narrowing. "A new player enters the field."

He turned to his assassin. "Find out who he is."

Talia al Ghul stepped forward, a smirk playing on her lips. "Consider it done, father."

End of Chapter 6

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