DC X LOTM: A Beyonder in DC

The city was alive with its usual symphony of distant sirens, car horns, and the murmurs of people walking the streets below. But up here, perched on the rooftop of a high-rise overlooking the ruins of the warehouse, Alex was untouchable.

The warehouse raid had been a success.

He had stolen valuable data, disrupted an illegal shipment, and forced Metallo to retreat. But he knew the true consequences of his interference had yet to come.

Someone else had taken notice.

Ra's al Ghul.

And his League of Assassins was already hunting him.

A slow smirk tugged at Alex's lips.

Good.

The Silent Pursuers

The Seer in him whispered of unseen threats. Alex knew he was being followed.

Even if he hadn't seen them yet, he could feel them. The subtle pressure of watching eyes. The faint disturbance in the air. The presence of trained killers moving in the shadows.

He remained still, focusing his Spectator abilities.

The emotions of his pursuers became clear—cold calculation, silent anticipation, readiness to strike at a moment's notice. They weren't amateurs. They were some of the best assassins in the world.

But to him?

They were just another challenge.

With deliberate slowness, he pushed off the rooftop and dropped down into a nearby alleyway. The perfect trap.

A Game of Shadows

The assassins followed, sticking to the walls, waiting for the right moment to strike.

Alex kept walking as if he didn't notice them.

Then, in the blink of an eye—he vanished.

Apprentice teleportation.

One of the assassins stiffened. He turned his head just slightly, sensing something behind him.

Too late.

Alex whispered in his ear, voice laced with Justiciar authority:

"You should have stayed in the shadows."

Before the assassin could react, Alex's hand snapped out—Hunter-trained precision, striking the nerve point in his neck. The assassin's body stiffened before crumpling into unconsciousness.

One down.

The other two realized something was wrong. They moved into defensive stances, scanning the alley.

Alex chuckled, using Arbiter presence to fill the air with an oppressive weight. Doubt crept into their minds.

"Are the legendary assassins always this sloppy?" Alex mused, his voice carrying an edge of amusement.

They attacked.

The first assassin lunged with a dagger. Alex sidestepped, his Savage reflexes kicking in, allowing him to dodge by a hair's breadth. Before the assassin could recover, Alex struck—his Iron-Blooded Knight strength driving a knee into the man's stomach.

The second assassin was faster, spinning with a curved blade aimed for Alex's throat.

Alex smirked. Teleportation.

He flickered behind him in an instant.

Then, a brutal elbow strike to the skull. The assassin collapsed, groaning.

Two down.

The Warning

Alex knelt beside the barely conscious assassin, gripping his chin lightly.

"You were sent to test me," he murmured, his Spectator ability allowing him to sense the assassin's wavering resolve.

The man's breathing was shallow. He didn't answer.

Alex's Planter abilities kicked in. With a flick of his fingers, he manipulated the faint traces of life within the man's body, making him feel like his veins were tightening. A harmless trick—but one that felt real enough.

The assassin's eyes widened in fear.

"Tell your master..." Alex said, his Justiciar aura amplifying the command, "that I know he's watching."

The assassin nodded shakily.

Alex released him, stepping back into the shadows.

Let Ra's al Ghul come.

Meanwhile, in a Hidden Fortress…

The League of Assassins operated from the shadows, unseen and unknown, moving the world's fate like pieces on a chessboard.

In a grand chamber lit by flickering torches, Ra's al Ghul listened to the report in silence.

The assassin, still shaken from his encounter with Alex, kneeled before the Demon's Head. "He knew we were watching. He… played with us."

Ra's sat back in his chair, fingers steepled.

"No name. No known affiliation." His voice was a whisper of contemplation. "And yet, he defeated you all effortlessly."

Talia al Ghul, standing nearby, scoffed. "Perhaps they were simply incompetent."

The kneeling assassin flinched at the insult but said nothing.

Ra's ignored the jab. His mind was elsewhere.

This newcomer had power. But more than that—he was aware.

And that intrigued him.

Slowly, a smile crept onto his face.

"Talia," he said.

She straightened.

"Bring him to me."

Her smirk matched his. "Consider it done."

End of Chapter 7

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