DC X LOTM: A Beyonder in DC

Alex stood in the center of a dimly lit training chamber, his muscles tense but his expression unreadable. The stone walls surrounding him were ancient, worn by centuries of blood and sweat. The League of Assassins had trained warriors for generations, molding them into deadly instruments of their will.

And now, they were testing him.

Ra's al Ghul sat at the far end of the room, his sharp emerald eyes watching every movement with clinical precision. Beside him, Talia observed just as intently, her arms folded, her expression unreadable. The rest of the League stood in the shadows, waiting.

Alex had passed the first test—proving his capability and taking on the alias of "Kane." But now came the true challenge: earning his place.

"I have seen your skills," Ra's began, his voice smooth yet commanding. "But strength alone does not define a warrior. A true assassin must be more than just a blade in the dark."

Alex remained still, listening. He knew what this was—another game, another test. And if he wanted to survive, he had to play along.

Ra's raised a hand, and from the far side of the room, three League assassins stepped forward. Each was clad in dark, fitted armor, their faces hidden behind black masks. They were elite, trained in the League's most lethal techniques.

"You must fight them," Ra's declared. "Individually, you may be able to defeat them. But together, they are unstoppable—unless, of course, you are truly worthy."

A test of endurance. A test of survival.

Alex sighed internally. They always love their dramatic speeches.

Still, this was a crucial moment. If he performed too well, suspicion would arise. But if he was too weak, they would discard him. He had to find the perfect balance.

Talia smirked slightly from the sidelines. "Try not to die too quickly," she taunted.

Alex chuckled. "I'll take my time, just for you."

Ra's gave a slight nod, and the fight began.

The Trial Begins

The first assassin lunged, a blur of motion. His dagger gleamed under the flickering torchlight as he aimed for Alex's throat.

Alex dodged, twisting his body just enough to narrowly evade the blade. His mind raced, analyzing his opponent's movements. Fast. Precise. But predictable.

The second assassin attacked from the side, aiming a spinning kick toward Alex's ribs. He barely managed to raise his arm in time, absorbing the impact and skidding back. Pain radiated through his side, but he didn't let it show.

The third assassin was already moving, closing the gap with inhuman speed. A sword flashed toward his chest.

Alex teleported an inch to the left, just enough to let the blade miss him by a hair.

The sudden movement startled his opponents.

Ra's al Ghul's eyes narrowed. He had noticed.

Damn. I have to be more careful.

Alex didn't use his Beyonder powers recklessly. Every ability had to be woven seamlessly into his fighting style, appearing as nothing more than skill and instinct.

He focused on the first assassin, shifting into an evasive stance. The assassin lunged again—this time, Alex sidestepped and grabbed his wrist, twisting it in one fluid motion. The dagger clattered to the ground.

Without missing a beat, Alex kicked the assassin's leg, sending him off balance. Before the man could recover, Alex slammed his elbow into his jaw, knocking him unconscious.

One down.

The second assassin wasted no time, swinging a short sword in a deadly arc. Alex dodged backward, but the assassin anticipated the movement, feinting at the last second.

A sharp pain bloomed across Alex's shoulder as the blade grazed him.

Talia leaned forward slightly, eyes gleaming with amusement.

Ra's remained unreadable.

Alex ignored the pain, using the moment to counterattack. He ducked under the assassin's next strike, delivering a quick punch to his ribs. The man staggered, and Alex followed up by grabbing his wrist and snapping it.

The assassin cried out, dropping his weapon. Alex finished him with a swift kick to the head, sending him sprawling.

Two down.

The last assassin hesitated.

Alex smiled. "Having second thoughts?"

The man snarled and lunged, moving faster than the others. More experienced. More dangerous.

Alex barely had time to react before the assassin's dagger slashed toward his stomach. He twisted his body, but the blade cut deep into his side.

That was close.

Blood dripped onto the stone floor, but Alex didn't stop moving. He grabbed the assassin's wrist, using his own momentum to pull him forward. With a well-placed knee to the stomach, the assassin doubled over.

Alex finished him with a brutal uppercut, sending the man crashing to the ground.

Three down.

Silence filled the room.

Ra's al Ghul finally stood, his expression unreadable. "Impressive."

Alex wiped the blood from his side, ignoring the sharp sting. He offered Ra's a smirk, masking his exhaustion.

Talia stepped forward, eyeing his wounds. "You're bleeding."

Alex glanced down at the cut, then back at her. "Really? I hadn't noticed."

She rolled her eyes.

Ra's crossed his arms. "You have skill, but skill alone is not enough. The League requires loyalty, discipline, and purpose."

Alex tilted his head. "And what exactly is my next 'lesson'?"

Ra's studied him for a long moment. Then he spoke.

"You will undergo the Trial of the Mountain."

A murmur spread through the gathered assassins. Some looked intrigued. Others looked grim.

Alex frowned. "Let me guess—climbing a mountain while people try to kill me?"

Talia smirked. "Close. You must reach the peak of the Himalayan Stronghold within three days. No supplies, no outside help."

Ra's added, "Survive the journey, and you will earn your place among us."

Alex exhaled slowly. Of course, it's something like this.

He didn't need food or water the way ordinary humans did, thanks to his Beyonder abilities. But the real challenge wasn't the cold—it was the League itself.

This wasn't just a test of endurance. It was a test of control.

If he wanted to maintain his cover, he had to struggle just enough—not too much, but enough to seem human.

Ra's al Ghul turned toward him. "You leave at dawn."

Alex met his gaze, unflinching. "Then I'd better get some rest."

Talia's smirk widened. "You'll need it."

Smallville, Kansas

Jonathan Kent sat on the porch, his weathered hands gripping a coffee mug as he gazed at the open farmland. The sky was overcast, and the cool breeze carried the scent of rain.

Clark stood beside him, his expression tight with worry.

"Still no sign of him," Clark murmured. "I've checked every city, every place he might've gone."

Jonathan sighed, rubbing his forehead. "He's never disappeared like this before. Even if he was in trouble, he'd let us know."

Martha stepped outside, holding a small photo of Alex—a picture of him standing next to Clark, both smiling.

"He wouldn't just run off," she said softly. "Something's wrong."

Clark clenched his fists. He had searched with his super-speed, scanned with his X-ray vision, and even reached out to contacts in the Justice League. But Alex was gone, vanished without a trace.

"I'll keep looking," Clark said firmly.

Jonathan nodded, but there was something in his eyes—a fear he wouldn't say out loud.

A fear that Alex might never come back.

End of Chapter 10

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