Chapitre 14: DC Chapter 14 Battle with Ras Al Ghul
The city of Gotham lay beneath a choking shroud of chaos and fear. From the rooftops, Spider-Man surveyed the burning streets, his crimson spider symbol glowing ominously against the blackened sky. The suit's gleaming chrome mask reflected the fires below, while the red energy lines running through his armor pulsed, synced with his breathing. He felt the hum of the Ark Reactor in his chest, its technology energizing every part of the armor and enhancing his strength. Through his mask's animated compound eyes, Gotham was a nightmare of panic and destruction, made worse by Ra's al Ghul's fear toxin now spreading across the city.
Suddenly, J.A.R.V.I.S.'s voice echoed in Viktor's ear. "Sir, I've detected activity near the Gotham water supply. Ra's al Ghul's men are setting up an operation near Wayne Tower."
Viktor's eyes narrowed behind his mask. "Of course he is." He shot webbing at the blown prison wall, sealing it with thick layers before turning his attention skyward. "Let's put an end to this then."
He soared into the night, his thrusters blasting off as he rocketed toward Wayne Tower, the fate of Gotham hanging in the balance.
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UNDER THE BATCAVE
Bruce Wayne, fully suited as Batman, was securing the last of his equipment. His black, imposing Nomex suit, reinforced with Kevlar bi-weave, glistened under the Batcave's dim lighting. Alfred handed him his final tools, his expression grave.
"The League of Shadows," Bruce said, his voice a low growl, "they're preparing to destroy Gotham's water supply with the microwave emitter. Ra's is going to vaporize the city's reserves and release the toxin into the air."
Alfred, ever composed, replied, "Do take care Master Wayne. You'll need to keep both Ra's and your... new ally in check."
With a final glance toward his mentor, Bruce jumped into the Batmobile, the Tumbler's engines roaring to life as it sped through the Batcave exit.
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As Batman raced toward Wayne Tower, Viktor soared above Gotham's crumbling streets. His suit cut through the air like a blade, each movement creating a shockwave.
As he neared Wayne Tower, Viktor landed softly on a nearby rooftop. His crimson Ark Reactor gleamed, casting an eerie glow over the skyline. A group of League of Assassins soldiers, heavily armed, had begun setting charges along the main pipeline. Viktor could see their state-of-the-art weaponry, sleek rifles, and swords gleaming in the moonlight. His mechanical spider legs flexed, ready for combat.
Without hesitation, Spider-Man dropped in front of the soldiers. The assassins immediately opened fire with high caliber weapons, but Viktor's armor shielded him from the barrage as he leaped into the fray, smashing one soldier into the ground with a single as his skull burst like a watermelon. His strength, bolstered by the suit, sent shockwaves through the concrete.
The assassins attacked from all sides, slashing with swords, but Viktor was unfazed. He activated his shocker gauntlets, sending out vibrational blasts that knocked his attackers back in a blur of kinetic energy.
He lashed out again, a repulsor blast sending several more assassins flying. "Come one give it all you got, entertain me more!"
The last of Ra's soldiers tried to retreat, but Viktor's webs shot out, snagging them and leaving them helplessly stuck against the walls. He moved methodically, securing the area as if he were tying up loose ends. Behind him, Wayne Tower loomed ominously.
J.A.R.V.I.S. spoke in his ear. "Sir, the toxin has reached critical levels in the city. League of Shadows operatives are stationed near the monorail. Ra's al Ghul is onboard, nearing towards Wayne Tower."
Spider-Man's eyes narrowed. Wayne Tower. That was the target. Ra's planned to vaporize the fear toxin and turn the city into a monument of horror. He needed to stop him, he can't let the old coup destroy his points farm that is Gotham.
"Can't let him turn Gotham into a graveyard, I still need to earn points." he muttered, webbing up toward the monorail track overhead. As he swung closer, the distant echo of gunfire reached his ears.
He arrived just in time to see Batman fighting Ra's al Ghul's assassins on the monorail. The Dark Knight, clad in his black Nomex survival suit, fought with brutal precision. His armor was battle-worn, but the cape, a flowing mass of memory cloth, billowed with every movement. The fin like spikes on his gauntlets deflected the sword strikes as he faced off against a group of League ninjas, their curved blades shimmered menacingly. Batman's eyes, hidden behind his cowl, were focused, every move calculated.
Below the train, Spider-Man could see Gordon driving the Tumbler, following the train with determination. Batman wouldn't be able to handle Ra's and his men alone.
Time to join the fray.
With a flick of his wrist, Spider-Man fired a web toward the train, the mechanical legs on his back extending as he shot toward the fight. He landed silently atop the speeding monorail, his weight barely disturbing its motion. His legs clamped onto the train, giving him a solid footing as it raced through Gotham's skyscrapers.
The wind whipped past him, but his attention was on the chaos unfolding ahead. Batman had already dispatched several of Ra's al Ghul's men but was now advancing toward the front of the train where Ra's himself waited.
"J.A.R.V.I.S., scan for Ra's' position."
"Scanning...Ra's al Ghul is approximately thirty meters ahead of you, sir."
As the monorail sped through the night, its screeching rails echoing across Gotham's skyline. Spider-Man, clad in his menacing black-and-white armor with its crimson spider symbol, dashed across the top of the speeding train. His suit, imbued with the power of the arc reactor, radiating a low hum of energy as he moved. The mechanical legs on his back extended with a soft whir, their flexible appendages ready to strike.
Gunfire erupted around him as Ra's al Ghul's ninjas, clad in their dark, deadly garb, emerged from the rear cars. Spider-Man barely flinched as bullets ricocheted off his suit, the enhanced protection absorbing the impacts. His armored body, powered by the suit's advanced tech, weathered the onslaught effortlessly.
"Typical," Spider-Man said, his voice dripping with dark amusement. "You'd think after all this time, you'd realize that bullets don't work."
He leaped into the air, the mechanical legs propelling him with incredible force. Landing behind a ninja, he delivered a crushing punch that sent the man sprawling. Another ninja charged with a sword, but Spider-Man caught the blade mid-swing, his grip crushing it into useless shards before blasting off the assailant with the repulsor beam sending him flying off the train.
The air was filled with chaos as the monorail rumbled toward Wayne Tower. Inside, Ra's al Ghul, unfazed by the commotion above, stood resolute. His cold eyes were fixed on the approaching tower, his mind calculating the final stages of his plan. The fear toxin would soon be released, and Gotham would be on its knees.
Batman, his cape billowing like a dark specter, entered the rear car. The clash of metal against metal rang out as he engaged Ra's ninjas, his grappling gun and utility belt delivering precise, lethal force. The battle was fierce, but Batman's focus remained unshaken. He had one goal: stop Ra's.
As the train barreled through the city, Spider-Man reached the front, where Ra's awaited. The leader of the League of Shadows stood poised, his sword gleaming with malevolent intent. The night wind whipped around him, making his coat flutter like dark flames.
"Ra's al Ghul!" Spider-Man's voice cut through the storm, sharp and cold. "You're about to find out why this city doesn't fall to threats like you."
+ 10 points from Ra's Al Ghul.
+ 1 Item Loader: An item when use will guarantee to give you a Legendary rank item and up. Seeing the bonus item's Viktor can't help but smirk. He can't wait for this even to be over and draw items from his Gatcha System.
Ra's turned, his expression a mask of disdain. "Ah the Spider. How quaint. Too bad you're here only to witness the fall of your city."
Without further delay, Ra's lunged at Batman, his sword slicing through the air with deadly precision. Batman met the attack with a fierce parry, their combat a flurry of strikes and counterattacks. The clash of metal and sparks flew as the train surged forward, its momentum threatening to tear it apart.
Spider-Man's eyes, hidden behind his mask's compound lenses, focused on the train's front guide wheels. With a fluid motion, he fired his web shooters, latching onto the wheel, but it seems it's not enough to stop the momentum of the train. The train's shudder was violent, sparks and metal groaning under the strain, but it still continued to rush on.
Ra's noticed the sudden change, his gaze piercing through the chaos. "You dare interfere with the League's plans?"
Spider-Man's response was icy. "I don't interfere. I end things." He yanked Ra's off balance by using four of his mechanical spider appendages from his back, sending him stumbling toward the rear of the train.
Batman seized the opportunity, advancing on Ra's with a series of rapid, powerful strikes. Ra's retaliated with swift, brutal counterattacks, their fight a deadly ballet atop the train. Despite Batman's skill, Ra's' experience made him a formidable opponent.
Spider-Man, witnessing the struggle, knew the real danger lay in the monorail's trajectory. With a swift motion, he extended his mechanical legs, its sharp edges shreds the cabin of the train as he flew off. He soared high above the city, scanning for the monorail's support pillars.
Spider-Man's lenses glinted as he noticed Gordon who was trying his best to destroy the pillar, his currently driving the Tumbler most likely handed to him by Batman. He had fired the cannon from it, but keeps missing and missing shot after shot, failing to take out the monorail pillar. As Spider-man hovered mid-air, his HUD displayed the targets.
"J.A.R.V.I.S., give me full power to the Unibeam. We're taking that pillar down," Spider-Man commanded.
"As you wish, sir," the AI responded.
With pinpoint precision, Viktor's chestplate shifted, exposing the Unibeam. A surge of energy built within the core, growing brighter with each second. With a deafening roar, the Unibeam unleashed a massive, concentrated blast of energy. The force was overwhelming, cutting through the air like a supercharged cannon.
The blast struck the base of the two pillars simultaneously, shattering them on impact. Concrete, steel, and debris exploded outward in a wave of destruction. The entire structure groaned as the support beneath it collapsed, sending the monorail and its tracks tumbling down in a violent cascade of rubble. In a single, devastating strike, both pillars were obliterated.
"Down goes the train," Spider-Man chilling voice dripping with satisfaction.
Spider-Man hovered in midair for a brief moment, watching the chaos unfold with a twisted grin. The train, unable to maintain its course, plummeted toward the ground, spiraling out of control.
Ra's al Ghul and Batman were still locked in their fierce struggle, but Spider-Man cared little for their fight. His objective had been achieved, he had collected enough points he needs for his system.
The train crashed into the street below with a thunderous explosion, a fiery wreckage engulfing the surrounding area. Flames and debris shot into the air, lighting up the Gotham skyline in a blaze of destruction. Spider-Man descended calmly, landing near the wreckage as dust and ash swirled around him.
Wayne Tower stood tall in the distance, untouched by the disaster. Batman landed beside him, cape swirling, his eyes unreadable beneath the cowl. Spider-Man didn't even bother to look at him, his gaze still fixed on the wreckage.
"Seems like we've managed to keep the city safe," Spider-Man said, his voice laced with satisfaction.
Batman nodded, his cape swirling as he surveyed the wreckage. "For now," he replied, his tone serious and reflective. Though it would be a different case once he discovered that Viktor had killed some of the League of Assassins. How he would react? Only time would tell. For now, the unlikely duo had saved the city. The chaos it had suffered began to subside, returning to its uneasy calm.
Seeing everything was resolved, Gordon who's on the cockpit of the Tumbler breathe a sigh of relief as he opens the doors he waves to Spider-man and Batman, he can't help but think without these two unlikely heroes the city might have truly fallen.
The very next day, the morning sun filtered through the large, ceiling-high windows of Viktor's frost Sea Side Mansion, casting a soft glow on the sleek marble floors. Viktor sat at the head of a long, polished oak table. His usual cold, calculating demeanor softened slightly as he sipped his morning coffee.
"Master, a call has come through. It's from Alfred Pennyworth." J.A.R.V.I.S. notified him.
Viktor raised an eyebrow, intrigued but not surprised. "Put him through."
From the speakers a distinguished voice came through. "Good morning, Mr. Forst. I hope this isn't an intrusion. Allow me to introduce myself. I am Alfred Pennyworth. I serve as Mr. Wayne's butler and advisor."
Viktor leaned back in his chair, intrigued. "Not an intrusion at all, Mr. Pennyworth. I've heard a lot about you."
Alfred's tone remained formal, though there was an undertone of urgency. "We are aware that you've recently acquired a considerable amount of Wayne Industries stock, and I would like to discuss a matter of some importance regarding the leadership of the company."
Viktor's interest piqued further, though his expression remained unreadable. "Go on."
"As you may know, Wayne Industries was recently made public under the management of the current CEO, William Earle," Alfred continued. "Mr. Wayne, however, has reclaimed the majority of shares, and we are seeking to replace Mr. Earle with someone more... suitable. Lucius Fox, to be precise."
Viktor's eyes gleamed with interest. His mind immediately shifted wanting to press a few buttons. "Lucius Fox is a name I respect. A brilliant man with a knack for innovation," Viktor said smoothly, his tone laced with subtle admiration. "He's responsible for the creation of several impressive projects, one being the Tumbler, if I'm not mistaken. A vehicle quite... suited for Gotham's night activities."
Alfred's eyes twinkled slightly on the other end, though his voice remained neutral. "Indeed. Mr. Fox is the most capable candidate to steer Wayne Industries in a direction that benefits not only the company but the city. However, we require the support of other shareholders such as yourself included, to make this transition as seamless as possible."
Viktor nodded. "You have my support. Wayne Industries will be in good hands with Fox."
Alfred replied with gratitude. "Thank you, Mr. Forst. Your assistance is greatly appreciated."
The call ended, Viktor's eyes lingering on the view of the ocean, it seems Alfred didn't took his bait when he mentioned the Tumbler. Though he had no interest in Wayne's battles, so long as he can earn more money legally without resulting to more devious schemes his all good and well.
As Viktor finish the call and his coffee, a satisfied grin on his face as he watched the blue screen of his Marvel Gatcha System come to life. Looking on the side he could see the bonuses he got when meeting Batman, Ra's Al Ghul and Scare Crow for the first time. 2 Item loader and 1 character loader. Without a thought he quickly use them. Seeing the buffs in effect. His fingers danced over the controls as he press the draw button, eagerly drawing from his accumulated fame points. The stormy graphics on the screen signaled the beginning of another round of draws.
The screen flickered as meteors rained down, each one leaving a trail of shimmering light. Viktor's eyes followed the descending meteors with keen interest. One by one, the items and character cards materialized before him. After five draws, Viktor reviewed what he'd received.
+1 Sabretooth (Victor Creed) – Purple rank, Legendary character card. The fierce mutant known for his nearly unparalleled combat skills and regenerative abilities.
+1 Channel Bag – White rank, junk item. A simple bag with no special attributes, clearly not worth much.
+1 Gold Bar – White rank, junk item. A single gold bar, useful but mundane compared to the character cards.
+1 Golden Cat Idol – White rank, junk item. A decorative trinket, more suited for a collector than a practical use.
+1 Psi-Shield Helmet – Legendary rank, use by the notorious mutant Magneto, this helmet had shield him from almost all telepathic powers, even omega level telepath like Charles Xavier can't read magnetos mind with this helmet on.
+1 Captain America's Shield – Purple rank. A Legendary and valuable item made from vibranium, known for its durability and defensive capabilities. Viktor noted its impressive attributes with satisfaction.
+1 Expired Milk – White rank, junk item. Someone's dad probably left it on the porch, it's an item no one would want, especially considering its condition.
+1 Old Newspaper – White rank, junk item. An outdated piece of paper with no practical use.
+1 Wanda Maximoff's Undergarments – White rank, junk item. A personal item with no real use, might sell well back home. I know a lot of people who will die for this.
+1 Gwen Stacy's Lipstick – White rank, junk item. An inconsequential item that would likely just gather dust.
Viktor's eyes gleamed with a mix of amusement and satisfaction as he sorted through the items. "Well, it seems those buff works," he said, a smirk playing on his lips. "Sabretooth's card is a considerable find, and Captain America's shield made out of Proto-Adamantium will undoubtedly come in handy as for Magneto's helmet I have to experiment with it to see if I could find any use for it. The rest… not so much, now let's draw some more"…
After 5 draws, Viktor look as his winnings. Theres a collection of Curative Reach vials appeared. Viktor's lips curled into a pleased smile. "More of these, I see," he murmured. The vials, each a glowing green, were incredibly useful, healing serums capable of rapidly mending severe injuries. It was always good to have a stockpile of these and the another surprise a character card the 'Black Widow Natalia' Alianovna Romanova.
Among the rare items, Viktor saw:
Captain America's Shield – Purple: The shield was depicted in its iconic vibranium luster, a symbol of durability and precision. This rare item was renowned for its ability to absorb impacts and be thrown with exceptional accuracy. Viktor knew it had a storied history, providing a significant defensive advantage.
Psi-Shield Helmet – Legendary: This helmet, often associated with characters like Magneto, was designed to block telepathic intrusions. Its sleek, metallic design was both practical and sophisticated. The helmet offered crucial protection against mental probes, an invaluable asset in many situations.
Next, the character cards:
Sabretooth (Victor Creed) – Purple, Legendary: The card depicted a fierce figure with razor-sharp claws and a predatory glare. Sabretooth was known for his enhanced strength, agility, and senses, as well as his nearly unmatched proficiency in hand-to-hand combat. His feral nature and brutal fighting style made him a formidable force. Viktor's eyes gleamed with interest at this acquisition.
Natasha Romanoff (Black Widow) – Blue, Rare: The card showcased Natasha Romanoff in her black tactical suit, exuding a combination of elegance and deadly precision. Known for her exceptional espionage skills, combat prowess, and mastery of various martial arts including Krav Maga, Judo, and Aikido, Black Widow was a highly valuable asset.
Viktor leaned back in his chair, a satisfied grin stretching across his face. "Finally, some worthwhile draws," he said with a chuckle. "It seems my luck's turning around." Despite the occasional letdown of receiving junk items, these new acquisitions were more than worth the effort.
He carefully cataloged the valuable items and character cards, his mind already buzzing with potential strategies and applications. The system had delivered, and Viktor was eager to make the most of his newfound assets.
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