DC X LOTM: A Beyonder in DC

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Gotham was a city on the brink.

The war between Black Mask, Joker, and the other crime lords had escalated into full-scale chaos. Bombings, assassinations, shootouts—every faction was scrambling for control while the GCPD struggled to contain the violence.

And Alex Kent?

He was watching.

This was exactly what he wanted. A city tearing itself apart, the pieces shifting, the power structure unraveling. He had set things in motion—now, all he had to do was guide them to his advantage.

But Gotham was never predictable. And tonight, the city had other plans.

A Meeting in the Dark

Alex sat in the back of a high-end Gotham lounge, watching the criminals, businessmen, and corrupt officials mingle under the dim lighting.

He wasn't here for drinks.

He was here for information.

Across from him sat an informant—one of Black Mask's mid-tier enforcers, a man named Vincent Ralston. He was sweating, shifting nervously in his seat.

"You understand why I called you, right?" Alex asked, his voice casual, yet laced with something sharper.

Vincent nodded quickly. "Yeah. Yeah. I—listen, I don't know who did it. Black Mask's entire network is on edge right now. Those fires? That wasn't just an attack. It was a message."

"And what message is that?"

Vincent swallowed hard. "That someone out there ain't afraid of him anymore."

Alex leaned forward slightly, pretending to look intrigued. "Interesting."

Of course, he already knew that. He was the one who had set Black Mask's empire ablaze.

"Sionis is looking for blood," Vincent continued. "He's putting out contracts. Big ones. Anyone who so much as whispers the wrong name is getting wiped out."

"And Joker?"

Vincent laughed nervously. "He's… unpredictable as always. One second he's blowing up Penguin's stash houses, the next he's sending 'love letters' to Black Mask. No one knows what he really wants."

Alex smirked slightly. I do.

Joker wanted chaos.

And that was exactly what Alex had given him.

"Where's Sionis now?" Alex asked.

Vincent hesitated, then shook his head. "No one knows. He's gone to ground. But he's planning something. Something big."

Alex nodded, standing up. "Appreciate the info."

Vincent exhaled in relief. "So, we're good?"

Alex smiled. "Of course."

As he turned to leave, Vincent slumped back in his chair—only to suddenly stiffen. His eyes went wide, his hands clutching his throat.

He tried to speak, but only blood bubbled from his lips.

Alex didn't even look back as the man collapsed, lifeless, a fine needle embedded in his neck.

A silent assassin had done the job.

Just as planned.

Vincent had outlived his usefulness. And loose ends? They needed to be tied up.

The Clown's Move

Across the city, Joker was making his next play.

The infamous Arkham Asylum loomed in the distance, its gothic towers standing as a monument to Gotham's insanity.

And tonight?

It was under siege.

Explosions ripped through the front gates, fire engulfing the facility as masked goons stormed in, cutting down security like paper dolls.

The objective?

A prison break.

Dozens of criminals were freed—some small-time, some monsters in their own right.

But there was one target in particular.

Harvey Dent.

Two-Face.

Joker waltzed into his cell like he owned the place, twirling a playing card between his fingers. "Harvey, Harvey, Harvey! Long time no see! How's life treating ya? Half full or half empty?"

Two-Face scowled. "What do you want, clown?"

Joker grinned. "Well, I figured we could have some fun together. Gotham's looking a little… boring lately. Needs a little spice. A little chaos."

Two-Face hesitated, then flipped his coin.

Heads.

"I'm listening."

Joker's grin widened.

The game was on.

The Dark Knight Intervenes

Alex had been expecting something big—but even he hadn't anticipated this.

As news of the Arkham breakout spread, Gotham erupted into violence. Criminals flooded the streets, looting, killing, carving out their own pieces of the city.

And right in the middle of it?

Joker and Two-Face, making their move.

Alex had been shadowing their operations for the past hour, keeping out of sight, gathering intel. He was careful—not using his powers, relying only on his gadgets, weapons, and strategy.

Because he knew Batman was watching.

And sure enough—

"You shouldn't be here."

The voice came from behind, deep and gravelly.

Alex turned slowly, facing the Dark Knight himself. Batman stood on the rooftop, his cape billowing in the wind, eyes locked onto Alex like a predator.

"You've been interfering too much," Batman continued. "Manipulating events. Creating more chaos."

"And?" Alex smirked. "You do the same thing, Bruce. You just do it with a cape and a scowl."

Batman's jaw tightened. "I don't play games with lives."

"Neither do I," Alex countered. "But let's not pretend Gotham was ever going to get better on its own. You need people like me."

"No." Batman took a step closer. "What I need is for you to stop before you get yourself killed."

Alex chuckled. "Aw, I didn't know you cared."

"I don't." Batman's eyes narrowed. "But I won't let you make things worse."

"Then you might want to look behind you."

Batman's expression flickered—and then he moved.

Fast.

A grenade had been tossed onto the rooftop, rolling toward them.

Batman snatched it mid-roll, hurling it over the edge just as it exploded, sending shockwaves through the air.

From the alley below, a dozen armed goons swarmed, guns flashing as they opened fire.

Alex dodged, rolling behind cover as Batman descended like a shadow, taking them down in seconds. Fists cracked against skulls, bodies collapsed—within moments, the fight was over.

But this was just the beginning.

Because standing on the far end of the alley—grinning, clapping slowly—

Was Joker.

"Oh-ho-ho! Batsy, Batsy, Batsy! And look! You brought a friend! Ha! Oh, this is just delicious!"

Batman tensed. "Joker."

Alex's mind raced.

This wasn't the plan.

Joker wasn't supposed to be here.

And yet—here he was.

"Well, well," Joker mused, stepping forward. "What do we have here? A little rooftop rendezvous? Ohhh, I love these! Tell me, Bats, is this your new sidekick? Did you trade in the little bird for a… what? A mystery man? Ooooh, how exciting!"

Batman didn't respond.

But Alex?

He smiled.

Because now, things had just gotten interesting.

Joker tilted his head, his eerie grin never faltering. The dim alley lights cast twisted shadows over his white-painted face, making his expression seem even more inhuman.

"Well, aren't we just a merry little group?" He giggled, stepping forward with exaggerated theatrics. "Batsy, you've been keeping secrets! Who's your new boy wonder? Or should I say… boy villain?"

Alex remained silent, watching Joker carefully.

He knew better than to let the clown dictate the conversation.

Batman, however, took a step forward. "Joker. This ends now."

Joker laughed. "Oh-ho, Bats, it's never that simple. You know that! We have so much more fun when things go BOOM! Or—" He pulled something from his coat, flipping it between his fingers.

A trigger.

"—when they go CLICK!"

Batman moved instantly, a Batarang already flying from his hand.

Too late.

Joker pressed the button.

BOOM!

The warehouse behind them erupted into flames. The explosion sent a shockwave through the air, forcing Alex to brace himself as debris rained down.

From the smoke, Joker's goons emerged—dozens of them, armed to the teeth.

"You see," Joker continued, giggling, "I was feeling a little lonely tonight. Thought I'd throw a little party! And look, Bats—you crashed it!"

Alex's mind raced. He wasn't here to fight Joker directly. Not yet.

But now, there was no choice.

The goons opened fire.

Bullets tore through the air.

Batman moved like a shadow, weaving through the chaos, disarming gunmen in seconds. Alex, meanwhile, activated one of his gadgets—a pulse grenade.

He tossed it into the center of the fray.

BOOM!

A wave of EMP energy rippled out, frying the gunmen's weapons. Sparks flew as guns malfunctioned, leaving Joker's men scrambling.

"Ooooh!" Joker clapped. "Fancy toys! I like him, Bats! He's got style!"

Alex ignored him, already moving. He dove behind cover, pulling out another device—a shock disk.

With a flick of his wrist, he sent it flying toward the nearest thug.

It latched onto the man's chest—

ZAP!

He collapsed, convulsing as electricity coursed through his body.

Batman, meanwhile, had cleared a path, dropping goon after goon with brutal precision.

But Joker?

He was just watching.

Grinning.

Why?

Alex's eyes narrowed. Joker wasn't the type to just let things unfold. He was always five steps ahead.

Which meant—

This was a trap.

And then—

A gunshot rang out.

Batman twisted at the last second—but not fast enough.

The bullet grazed his side, piercing through his armor just enough to make him stagger.

Joker cackled. "Oh-ho-ho! Gotcha, Batsy! Right in the—oh, wait, that's not your heart, is it? Oopsie! My aim must be off today!"

Alex's heart pounded.

Batman was injured.

And Joker wasn't done.

"But don't worry!" Joker continued, pulling out another gun. "I'll just fix that—"

Alex moved.

Faster than he should have.

He whipped out a smoke pellet, slamming it against the ground. A thick, choking cloud erupted around them.

"Ohhh, dramatic!" Joker coughed. "I love it! But do you know what I love even more? Fire."

And with that, he threw a flare.

Straight into the smoke.

It ignited instantly.

The entire alley went up in flames.

Alex felt the heat rush against his skin, his mind racing. He couldn't use his Beyonder abilities—not here, not in front of Batman.

Which meant—

He had to outthink Joker.

The Escape

The flames raged around them, thick smoke choking the air. Batman was injured, his movements slightly sluggish.

Joker's men were regrouping.

They needed to get out. Now.

Alex activated his grappling hook, firing it toward the fire escape above. "We need to move!"

Batman hesitated—but only for a second. Then he followed, using his own grapple to ascend.

Below them, Joker just laughed, watching them go.

"Ohhh, running away already? Come on, fellas, let's give 'em a send-off! OPEN FIRE!"

Bullets tore through the air.

Alex and Batman barely made it to the rooftop before the gunfire shredded through their previous position.

But they weren't safe yet.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk!" Joker's voice echoed up from below. "You boys are NO FUN! You always run away before the party's even started!"

Alex ignored him, turning to Batman. "We need to regroup. You're injured."

"I'm fine," Batman growled.

Alex's eyes flickered to the wound. It wasn't critical, but it was bad enough.

"You're not," Alex said flatly. "And you know it."

Batman didn't argue.

Instead, he looked down at Joker, his jaw tightening. "He had a plan."

"Of course he did." Alex crossed his arms. "The question is… what's the real endgame here?"

Because this?

This wasn't Joker's big move.

This was just a distraction.

And that meant—

Something much, much worse was coming.

The Unseen Hand

Across the city, in a darkened skyscraper, a figure watched the chaos unfold through security feeds.

His lips curled into a smile.

"Everything is proceeding as expected."

A voice from the shadows spoke. "Shall we proceed with Phase Two?"

The man nodded. "Yes. Gotham has had its fun. Now… it's time for the real game to begin."

From their vantage point on the rooftop, Alex and Batman watched as Gotham descended into chaos.

Joker's attack wasn't just a distraction—it was a trigger.

Across the city, sirens wailed as explosions lit up the skyline. Firefights broke out between gang factions, chaos spreading like wildfire.

"He planned this," Batman muttered, his fists tightening. "This isn't random."

Alex scanned the city. Joker was many things, but he wasn't the type to pull off large-scale coordinated attacks.

This level of precision? This level of strategy?

Someone else was pulling the strings.

"Who benefits from Gotham burning?" Alex mused. "Joker loves chaos, but someone else is orchestrating this."

Batman's gaze darkened. "The League of Shadows would. So would the Black Mask. Or… someone new."

Alex nodded. "Whoever it is, they're using Joker as a catalyst."

And that meant they had only one option—

Find Joker, and force him to talk.

The Hunt Begins

Joker's men were still scattered from their escape, but they wouldn't stay that way for long.

"We need to track him fast," Batman said. "He won't stay in one place for long."

Alex pulled out a small drone from his belt. "I planted a tracer on one of his men before we escaped."

Batman glanced at him. "Smart."

"I know."

He activated the drone, watching as it mapped Joker's location.

"He's moving toward the docks," Alex noted. "That's not his usual style."

"Because it's not his plan," Batman said. "Someone's waiting for him there."

"Then we'd better get moving."

They launched their grapples, disappearing into the night.

The Docks – A Meeting in the Dark

Joker strolled along the edge of the docks, humming a tune. The sound of waves lapping against the pier filled the silence.

In the shadows, figures watched him.

One stepped forward. A tall man in a suit, his face obscured by the darkness.

"You did well, Joker."

Joker twirled. "Awww, thank you! I do try to keep things lively"

"The city is in chaos," the man continued. "Just as planned."

"Yes, yes, all very fun. But—" Joker's eyes narrowed, his grin still present. "—you never told me why you wanted Gotham to go boom-boom. What's the punchline?"

The man didn't answer immediately. Instead, he reached into his coat and tossed something at Joker's feet.

A briefcase.

"Your payment."

Joker stared at it. Then—

He kicked it into the water.

"I don't do this for money," Joker said, his voice suddenly deadly serious. "I do this for the fun. So tell me—" He stepped forward, his gaze dark and unreadable. "What's the joke?"

The man finally smiled. "The joke, dear Joker… is that Gotham's true rulers have finally decided to step out of the shadows."

And then—

Gunfire erupted.

Ambush at the Docks

Batman and Alex landed silently on the cranes above, watching as figures emerged from the shadows.

Gunmen.

Dozens of them.

They weren't Joker's.

They weren't any known gang.

"Who are they?" Alex whispered.

"New players," Batman replied grimly. "And they're trying to kill Joker."

"Should we let them?"

Batman didn't answer.

Joker, meanwhile, cackled as the first shots rang out.

"Oh-ho-ho! This just got interesting!"

He dove behind a shipping container, laughing as bullets riddled the metal.

"Boys, boys, boys!" Joker called out. "If you wanted to dance, all you had to do was ask!"

Then—

He pulled out a detonator.

And pressed it.

BOOM!

The docks erupted in flames.

Containers exploded, sending shrapnel flying. The gunmen were thrown back, screams filling the air.

"Oh, that's beautiful!" Joker howled. "You people need to smile more!"

But the gunmen were relentless.

They recovered fast, moving like trained soldiers.

"They're professionals," Alex noted. "Not just hired thugs."

"Then we take them down," Batman said.

And they moved.

The Battle in the Flames

Alex dropped first, landing behind one of the gunmen.

Before the man could react, Alex slammed a shock disk into his back.

ZAP!

The man went rigid, then collapsed.

Batman was already among them, moving like a shadow, taking down enemies with brutal efficiency.

Joker, meanwhile, was laughing in the chaos, dodging gunfire with wild, erratic movements.

"Ooooh, this is just like Christmas!" he cackled. "Except instead of presents, I get bullets!"

One of the gunmen turned—spotted Alex—

Alex whipped out a smoke bomb and threw it.

POOF!

The man choked on the sudden cloud of gas.

Alex moved fast, closing the distance—

And slammed his fist into the man's throat.

The gunman dropped.

But more were coming.

"Bats!" Joker called out. "You know, you could have just let me die! But you're just too much of a goody-goody—"

Batman silenced him with a punch to the face.

Joker staggered, laughing. "Ooooh, Daddy Bats is mad! I like it!"

Then—

A helicopter appeared overhead.

Spotlights bathed the docks in blinding light.

A voice echoed through speakers.

"This is Overwatch. You are surrounded. Drop your weapons and surrender."

Alex's eyes narrowed. "Who the hell—"

Batman was already moving. "Time to go."

"Aww, leaving already?" Joker called out. "We were just getting to the punchline!"

But he wasn't laughing anymore.

Because whoever these people were—

They weren't cops.

They weren't the government.

They were something else.

And that meant—

Gotham's true game had only just begun.

The whirring blades of the helicopter sliced through the night sky as it hovered above the burning docks. The blinding spotlights cut through the smoke and flames, illuminating the chaos below.

A deep, authoritative voice boomed through the loudspeakers.

"This is Overwatch. Stand down, or you will be terminated."

Batman's jaw tightened.

"Overwatch?" Alex muttered, taking cover behind a shipping container. "Who the hell are these guys?"

"Not GCPD," Batman responded. "And definitely not government."

"Mercenaries?"

"Possibly. But working for who?"

Their answer came when the gunmen, who had been fighting Joker just moments ago, stopped shooting.

Instead of turning their weapons on the newcomers—

They lowered them.

"They were waiting for this," Alex realized. "They weren't here to kill Joker. They were delivering him."

"And now their employer has arrived," Batman added. "Stay sharp."

Joker's Reaction

Joker, to his credit, looked intrigued.

"Well, well, well!" he called out, waving his arms dramatically. "If it isn't the mystery guest! And here I thought I was the star of the show!"

The helicopter door slid open, and a figure stepped onto the edge, bathed in shadows.

"You always were an unpredictable asset, Joker," the voice said, smooth and calculating. "But your usefulness is at an end."

"Ooooh, big words!" Joker grinned. "But tell me—who are you, and why do you sound like you gargle with glass shards every morning?*"

The figure stepped into the light.

A tall, well-dressed man with slicked-back hair, wearing a dark tactical suit beneath his coat.

His cold, piercing eyes scanned the chaos below, unimpressed.

"Who the hell is that?" Alex whispered.

Batman's expression darkened. "LexCorp branding on his equipment. He's one of Luthor's men."

"Luthor's involved?"

"Looks like it."

The man looked down at Joker. "Your role was simple. Create disorder. Provide a distraction. And yet, you couldn't even do that properly."

Joker blinked, before bursting into maniacal laughter. "Ohhhh, you're one of those guys! The 'I-have-a-big-plan-and-everyone-has-to-follow-it' type! Tell me, what's your big, scary goal?"

The man's eyes narrowed.

"Gotham belongs to us now."

Joker's laughter stopped.

For the first time, his smile faltered—just for a fraction of a second.

Then, he tilted his head. "Ohhhh, now that's interesting."

"Kill him," the man ordered.

Escape into the Flames

The gunmen raised their weapons.

Joker moved first.

With a wild grin, he yanked the pin from a grenade on his belt. "Time for a magic trick, boys!"

He dropped it at his feet.

BOOM!

Smoke and debris exploded outward, creating instant chaos.

"Move!" Batman ordered, already grappling away.

Alex followed, but his eyes locked onto the helicopter.

The Luthor operative had disappeared back inside.

"We can't let them leave," Alex muttered. "They know something."

"One problem at a time," Batman replied, already dodging gunfire as the mercenaries reoriented.

"Joker's getting away," Alex warned.

Batman's eyes flicked toward the fleeing clown, disappearing into the maze of burning shipping containers.

"We split up," Batman decided. "You take the mercenaries. I'll deal with Joker."

Alex hesitated for only a second before nodding. "Got it."

And then—

They moved.

The Pursuit – Batman vs. Joker

Batman's cape billowed as he sprinted across the burning docks, leaping over fallen debris.

Joker's cackling echoed through the smoke-filled air.

"Batsy! You just can't stay away, can you?"

A gunshot rang out—Batman dodged, the bullet ricocheting off a metal beam.

Joker emerged from behind a crate, holding a stolen rifle. "Ooooh, I've always wondered what would happen if I just shot you!"

Batman moved.

Before Joker could react, a Batarang sliced through the air—hitting his wrist.

The gun clattered to the ground.

"Ow!" Joker pouted, shaking his hand. "That was rude—"

Batman punched him.

Hard.

Joker staggered, laughing through the pain. "Oh, Batsy—this is why I love you."

"Tell me who hired you," Batman growled.

Joker grinned, blood on his teeth. "Oh, but that would ruin the fun!"

Batman grabbed him by the collar. "Who. Hired. You?"

Joker's eyes twinkled. "Wouldn't you like to know?"

Before Batman could respond, a detonation rocked the docks.

BOOM!

"Oooooh," Joker giggled. "Looks like my ride's here!"

A speedboat burst through the flames, heading straight for the docks.

"See ya later, Bats!" Joker saluted—before diving into the water.

Batman threw a tracker, but—

Joker was gone.

The Fight – Alex vs. Overwatch

Meanwhile, Alex was outnumbered.

The mercenaries moved like a military unit, coordinating their fire.

He moved fast, dodging between crates, using the environment to his advantage.

He wasn't using his Beyonder powers—

But he was using his tech.

He activated his pulse gauntlet—

ZAP!

A burst of EMP energy fried the nearest merc's weapon.

Another rushed him—Alex sidestepped, tripping the man before slamming a shock baton into his ribs.

CRACK!

The mercenary collapsed.

"He's using tech," one of them shouted. "Adapt!"

Another soldier pulled out a drone, sending it whirring into the air.

Alex reacted instantly—throwing a jammer disc.

POOF!

The drone fell, disabled.

"Cute trick," Alex muttered.

He turned—just as the lead mercenary lunged at him with a combat knife.

Alex barely dodged—his suit's reinforced plating taking the glancing cut.

"You're not just some vigilante," the merc growled. "Who trained you?"

Alex smirked. "Wouldn't you like to know?"

He activated his hidden blade—

And parried the next strike.

The merc's eyes widened—but before he could react, Alex drove his fist into the man's solar plexus.

The mercenary collapsed, gasping for breath.

"Your team's done," Alex said. "Now start talking."

But before he could force answers out of the man—

The helicopter above roared to life.

"All units, fall back," a voice ordered. "Phase one is complete."

The mercs, still standing, retreated toward extraction points.

"Damn it," Alex hissed.

He pulled out his grapple, launching himself after them—

But the helicopter was already rising.

"We'll meet again," the operative called out. "And next time, you won't be so lucky."

The chopper disappeared into the night.

Aftermath

Batman regrouped with Alex as the flames continued to burn.

"Joker's gone," Batman said. "And whoever those mercs were, they're working for someone bigger."

"Luthor," Alex guessed.

"Maybe," Batman admitted. "But this is bigger than him. This is organized."

They looked at the burning city.

"And it's only just begun."

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