The wrecked remnants of the TopGolf were still hanging in the air like the aftermath of a bad party—half-collapsed targets, shattered glass, and the faint scent of expensive tequila and regret. Eidolon, looking every bit the nightmare-in-human-form, loomed over Brentley Chadwick the Third, who was nursing what could only be described as the worst hangover of his life. He groaned as he blinked up at Eidolon, eyes a mix of fear and confusion.
"Alright, Brentley," Eidolon drawled, crouching down to get a closer look at his increasingly distressed captive. His tone was casual, but his eyes? Well, they practically screamed "I'm about to ruin your life and enjoy every second of it." "We need to talk. And you're going to do the talking. Got it?"
Brentley gulped, clearly wishing he was anywhere else in the universe. He probably would've rather been stuck in a room full of angry bees at this point. "I-I swear, I don't know anything about alien tech, alright? It was just a guy... a guy who said he had some stuff to sell."
Mera, looking like she could snap him in half with a flick of her trident, leaned in, her voice dangerously sweet. "Oh, I'm sure you know a lot more than that, honey," she cooed, her trident twirling between her fingers. "Now, tell us what you know before I start getting creative."
Brentley's eyes went wide. "Okay, okay! Fine!" he blurted. "There was this dude, right? I don't even know his real name! He just called himself 'Vendor,' like he was some sort of shady marketplace guy! And he—he said he could get me anything I wanted. Anything!"
Eidolon raised an eyebrow. "Vendor. Really? That's the best name you could come up with? Might as well call yourself 'Shady McShadypants.'"
Brentley shook his head frantically. "No, no! It's not like that, man! This guy had stuff! Real high-tech stuff! I didn't ask questions. I just paid him and took it! The weapons, the gear—it's all from Apokolips, alright? I swear, it's alien!"
Mera shot a glance at Diana, who was standing nearby, arms crossed, eyes narrowing as she absorbed every word Brentley was saying. "So, let me get this straight," Mera said, looking like she was about to get a headache. "You went to a guy named 'Vendor' who sells Apokoliptian tech. No names, no faces, just some random guy with weapons of mass destruction, and you thought, 'Hey, this is a great idea, let's buy a few and see how it goes?'"
Brentley, as if expecting a high five for his logic, nodded earnestly. "Yeah! Exactly!"
Diana rolled her eyes and took a step forward, her voice low and dangerous. "Brentley, you're an idiot. Do you have any idea what kind of danger you're in right now?"
Brentley swallowed. "A lot? More than I can count? I... I didn't mean to—"
Eidolon cut him off with a snap of his fingers. "You're talking about the Apokoliptian invasion in Gotham two weeks ago, right? Yeah, we know about that. But what we don't know is where this Vendor is getting the tech. How's he pulling this off, and who's he selling it to?"
Brentley's face paled. "I... I don't know, man! I just bought it! But I—"
Before he could finish, Beta-9's voice crackled through their comms, smooth and full of sass. "Oh, you don't know, huh? Cute. Let me fill you in. This 'Vendor' guy? He's probably one of those players operating on the Dark Web."
Mera blinked, clearly trying to digest that. "Dark what now?"
Eidolon threw a glance over his shoulder at the two women, his crimson eyes glinting with the ghost of a grin. "Yeah, Diana, Mera, let me explain this in a way that makes sense. The Dark Web is... it's like the alley behind the alley. It's a place where the nastiest deals go down. We're talking illegal weapons, stolen data, contracts for anything you can think of, and a whole lot of sketchy stuff you wouldn't want to look at with a ten-foot pole."
Mera scrunched up her face. "So... people buy alien tech from some... dark corner of the internet? That's a thing?"
Beta-9's voice interjected again, dripping with sass and amusement. "Baby, it's the biggest thing. Dark Web's where all the bad boys hang out. Wanna buy a bazooka, a soul, or some Apokoliptian gadgets? That's the place. It's all encrypted so tight, only the smartest or the dirtiest can get in."
Diana, ever the warrior, gave a sharp nod. "Sounds dangerous."
"Yeah, that's kind of the point," Eidolon said, pushing Brentley up against the wall. His voice dropped low, like the calm before the storm. "You're going to help us find this Vendor. Now. I'm not asking twice."
Brentley was shaking, practically a puddle at this point. "I—I don't know how to find him! I just—I just got a link! A deep link to a site called 'DarkMarket.' You need a burner device to access it, or they'll trace you. It's all anonymous, man."
Mera raised an eyebrow. "DarkMarket? That's the best name you got?"
Eidolon snorted, shaking his head. "Better than some of the names I've heard. At least it's not 'ApokDaddy69.'"
Diana glanced sideways at him, a hint of a smile on her lips. "You really are a piece of work, aren't you?"
Eidolon shrugged. "Gotta keep things interesting."
Brentley was too frazzled to notice their playful exchange. He was practically on the verge of tears. "I—I don't know anything else! I swear! I just... I just got a burner phone and bought some tech. He showed up, sold me some gear, and that's it!"
Mera waved a hand dismissively. "Okay, okay. We'll deal with you later. First, let's find this DarkMarket place."
Beta-9 chimed in, her voice filled with that confident, slightly teasing rhythm she always had. "Yeah, yeah, I got it, sugar. I'll crack that baby wide open. It's all encrypted, but trust me, I've been to places a lot darker than that. I'll get you what you need. Faster than you can say 'Queen Bey.'"
"Good," Eidolon said, standing up and brushing himself off. His eyes narrowed as he looked down at Brentley, still lying on the floor like a wet noodle. "You've been a great help, Brentley. But you're not off the hook yet."
Diana and Mera exchanged a glance, the tension thick enough to cut with a knife. There was a spark there—something unspoken—and Eidolon noticed it. He smirked, knowing exactly what he was doing, and how he was doing it.
He turned to Mera and Diana with a wink. "Alright, ladies. Let's get to work."
With a final glance at Brentley, Eidolon was the first to leave the room, his footsteps echoing in the now-silent wreckage of the abandoned TopGolf. Mera and Diana followed closely behind, each of them carrying an intensity that could level cities.
And somewhere, deep in the bowels of the Dark Web, a new thread was waiting to be pulled—and it was about to pull them all into something far darker than they'd ever imagined.
The game was on. And it wasn't going to be pretty.
—
The sirens of the squad cars wailed like banshees, screeching through the night as they pulled up to the wrecked TopGolf, with its broken windows and debris scattered across the parking lot. Brentley—looking about as healthy as a watermelon after a hammer fight—was being herded into the back of one of the cars by a couple of cops who looked like they'd seen too much action in their lives.
Mera, twirling her trident like a bored ballerina in a room full of toddlers, tossed a glance over at the poor sap, a wicked grin on her face. "See you on the other side of your nightmares, Brentley," she said, her voice dripping with mock sympathy. Honestly, it was like she was the embodiment of evil but with a soft spot for sarcasm.
Diana, who'd been standing like some kind of Amazonian statue, shook her head as her piercing gaze scanned the mess of the wrecked venue. "This whole thing just feels... anti-climactic, you know? I mean, I didn't even get to stab him. All that build-up, and he just... falls flat."
Eidolon, who could be described as a brooding, handsome wrecking ball of mystery, chuckled from the shadows, his form silhouetted by the dim glow of the streetlights. "Trust me, Diana. A stab wouldn't have been nearly as satisfying as what's coming next. We're about to take things up a notch." He paused, his eyes flicking to Beta-9, who was already tapping away at her wrist interface. "You know what to do, Beta. Patch Batman and Cyborg in. Time to get some heavy hitters on this."
Beta-9's voice crackled through the comms like the sound of someone on their fifth espresso, smooth and full of sass. "You want the Dark Knight and the Robot Genius? Well, sugarplum, you got it. Let's see if they can handle a digital chase."
Mera raised an eyebrow, leaning on her trident like it was a personal throne. "Wait, did you just call Batman 'The DarkKnight' and Cyborg 'Robot Genius'?"
Beta-9 laughed, and it sounded like she was enjoying herself a little too much. "Honey, I can't help it. I'm just generous with nicknames. It's a gift. I mean, I don't see you calling him 'The Bat,' so I gotta take the lead."
Diana rolled her eyes dramatically, clearly unimpressed. "I think we've officially hit the 'trying too hard' stage. What's next, 'Wonder Babe'?"
Eidolon shot her a look, trying (and failing) to hide his grin. "Keep it up, Diana. Keep it up." His tone was playful, but there was a sharp edge to it. "Anyway, enough about Batman's brooding 'nickname'—Beta, patch them in. I'm not known for my patience."
With a quick flick of her wrist, Beta-9 did just that, and within a heartbeat, the gravelly growl of Batman's voice came through the comms. If voices could be made of broken glass and stone, Batman's would be the poster child.
"Batman here."
"Good Lord," Mera whispered under her breath. "That guy sounds like someone dipped his vocal cords in gravel and then made him scream into a megaphone for ten years."
Eidolon didn't even flinch. "We've got a lead. DarkMarket. It's where Apokoliptian-level tech is being sold—dangerous stuff. Cyborg and you, Batman, are the only ones who can go after these digital ghosts. We got a name for a Vendor, and we need you to track him down."
There was a long pause before Batman responded, his voice as sharp as a blade. "DarkMarket. This isn't a coincidence. You sure about the connection to Apokoliptian tech?"
Eidolon smirked, rubbing the back of his neck like someone who knew they were about to get a standing ovation. "Positive. Brentley didn't give us much, but he did let slip the site's name. DarkMarket. It's like eBay, but instead of vintage comic books, you're buying weapons that could level cities."
Mera snorted. "So, instead of bidding on rare mint-condition action figures, you're selling your soul for the right to destroy the planet? Fun."
Batman's voice didn't even acknowledge Mera's snark. "I'm sending you a secure link. Cyborg and I will handle the digital side. Stay out of our way. This site is encrypted beyond belief, and things could get messy."
Eidolon couldn't help himself—he was practically vibrating with excitement. "Messy? If 'messy' means what I think it does, then I'm definitely in. And just so we're clear, I'm the least of your worries. We'll stay out of the digital mess—mostly. But I can't make any promises."
There was a brief pause, and then Cyborg's voice came through, smooth but carrying that unmistakable tech-heavy edge. "Yo, I got the link. But don't get cute and mess up my systems while I crack this. I'm gonna need all the coffee and concentration I can get."
Eidolon chuckled. "No promises, buddy. But I'm sure you'll manage. You're a genius and all that."
Diana, who had been unusually quiet during the comms chat, finally spoke up, her voice low but filled with purpose. "We'll back you up if things go south. But we can't let this Vendor slip through our fingers."
Mera, her grin never faltering, was all in. "Yeah, I'm not just here for the punches and quips. I've got a few tricks up my sleeve for digital ghosts. Let's see who's haunting this Vendor."
Eidolon clapped his hands together, his eyes glowing with excitement. "Perfect. We'll stay out of your hair, but don't take too long. I've got a bad feeling about this. Things are only going to get worse from here."
Beta-9's voice piped in again, smooth as honey. "You're good to go, sugarplums. Go make those ghosts disappear."
"Alright then," Eidolon said, his voice a low rumble. "Let's get ready to hunt." His eyes locked onto Diana and Mera, a mix of heat and calculation in them. "And let's make sure our Vendor has the worst day of his life."
As the team fell into motion, heading toward the digital rabbit hole that was DarkMarket, it was clear one thing was for sure—no matter how deep they went, they were all in this together. And when Eidolon led the charge, things got wild in the best possible way.
The hunt was on, and this was going to get interesting.
—
Back at the Underforge — Gotham's worst-kept secret unless you had X-ray vision and absolutely no respect for personal property — Cyborg was working overtime.
His fingers moved across the keyboard at a speed that would give mere mortals carpal tunnel just by watching. Screens bathed him in neon light, highlighting the sharp angles of his cybernetic body. His left eye, glowing an intense red, flickered as he scanned thousands of lines of code faster than a TikTok video could tank someone's career.
And, of course, there was her.
"Mm-hmm. That's right, baby," Beta-9 cooed through his earpiece, her voice a velvet purr that could've made a brick wall blush. "You slam that firewall. You spank that encryption. Make it cry for its mama."
Cyborg barked out a sharp laugh, the sound rumbling through the Underforge's cavernous chamber.
"Girl, you keep talkin' like that," he said, grinning wide, "and I'm gonna start sendin' you invoices for emotional damages."
On the nearest holo-screen, Beta-9's avatar blossomed into view — a luminous goddess made of stardust and pure sass, posing like she was about to drop a platinum album called Saving Your Sorry Butt: Volume One.
"You couldn't afford me, sugarcakes," Beta-9 said, striking a pose so fierce it would've sent Tyra Banks into early retirement. "But lucky for you, I do pro bono work for fine pieces of man-meat like yourself."
Cyborg shook his head, still grinning. "Beta-9, if I had a dollar for every time you flirted with me, I'd own Gotham."
"Please," Beta-9 said with a hair flip so extra it created a glitch in the server. "If I flirted for money, I'd own this planet."
Meanwhile, deep under Wayne Manor, Batman sat in the Batcave — because, really, where else would you expect the world's most brooding billionaire to hang out? His cape draped over the back of his chair like the world's most dramatic blanket, while he glowered at his computer screens like they owed him money.
Christian Bale voice: activated.
"This doesn't add up," Batman growled, tapping the keyboard with enough force that it was honestly a miracle it didn't shatter.
From behind him, Alfred Pennyworth glided into the cavern, carrying a silver tray with a thermos and a plate of sandwiches so tiny they could've qualified as appetizers for mice.
"If I may, Master Bruce," Alfred said, deadpan as ever, "perhaps you might consider sustenance before attempting to intimidate cyberspace into submission."
Batman didn't even glance back. His fingers punched the keys like he was typing out a death sentence.
"Leave it," he rasped, the words practically disintegrating midair from pure gravel.
Alfred gave the world's longest-suffering sigh and set the tray down anyway. After all, there was always a small chance Batman would eat if he accidentally tackled the food while chasing villains.
Back at the Underforge, Beta-9 — who had, naturally, hacked into every comm system Justice League adjacent — chimed in again, voice sliding like silk across the line.
"Alright, my darlings," she said, stretching the word like taffy, "good news and bad news."
Cyborg arched an eyebrow. "Hit me, B."
"Good news: I found your Vendor." Beta-9 flicked her hand, and a glittering holographic file spun into existence.
Across the link, Batman's voice sliced in, sharper than his Batarangs. "And the bad news?"
"Oh, you're gonna love this," Beta-9 said, practically dancing across the holographic display. "Vendor's a puppet. Real boss? Amunet Black. A.K.A. Blacksmith."
Cyborg sat up straighter, the plates on his armor shifting with a soft whirr. His red eye pulsed once. "The Amunet Black? The underground queen of meta-tech smuggling?"
Beta-9 tsked. "The very same. And lemme tell you, boo, she's been shopping. Apokoliptian weapons, Thanagarian tech, Kryptonian relics— girl's hoardin' like it's Black Friday and the world's ending."
Batman's voice, cutting in like a buzzsaw: "Brentley never had the intelligence to organize this. I knew it."
Cyborg snorted. "Man needed Google Maps just to find his own pants in the morning."
Beta-9 laughed, tossing her glittering hair. "Bless his heart," she said. "But he couldn't mastermind a bake sale, let alone a black market empire."
Over in the Batcave, Alfred coughed politely into his hand. "Pardon me, sir, but might I suggest letting someone else handle the… conversational aspect of this investigation?"
Batman ignored him. Again.
"Focus," Batman said, voice low and lethal. "If Amunet's stockpiling Apokoliptian weaponry, she's planning something. This isn't just arms dealing. It's preparation."
Cyborg leaned back, crossing his arms over his gleaming chest plate. "Yeah, something tells me this ain't a charity drive."
Beta-9 waggled a holographic finger at him. "Ooh, look at you, all grim and manly. No wonder I keep your file marked 'snack.'"
Cyborg shook his head, laughing despite himself. "B, you flirt like it's an Olympic sport."
Beta-9 blew him a kiss made of actual sparkling code. "Sugar, if it were, I'd have more gold medals than Michael Phelps."
Across the comms, Batman growled, "Beta-9."
"Yes, bossman?" Beta-9 sing-songed.
"Trace Amunet's last known location. Cyborg, prep for mobile engagement. We move fast."
Beta-9 gave a two-finger salute, her avatar donning a sparkly combat helmet for dramatic effect. "Sir, yes, sir."
Then, switching channels only to Cyborg, she added in a sultry whisper:
"You stay safe out there, sugar. I need that fine chassis of yours in one piece."
Cyborg's systems heated up — literally. His cooling systems had to kick in to stop from blushing in infrared.
"You know me, B," he said, flexing his cybernetic fingers. "Ain't nobody breakin' this body."
"And ain't nobody breakin' this heart," Beta-9 said sweetly.
Across the line, Batman grunted — the Bat-equivalent of Get a room.
Meanwhile, in the endless neon-drenched chaos of Gotham...
Amunet Black stood in the heart of her latest operation, an Apokoliptian plasma rifle cradled in one arm like a newborn. Her smile was sharp enough to slice steel.
Behind her, crates of forbidden tech hummed with lethal energy.
DarkMarket had just been the beginning.
And she wasn't the only one about to start a war.
Because somewhere, across the labyrinthine alleys and rooftop jungles of Gotham, the Justice League were closing in.
And when they arrived?
It wasn't going to be a fight.
It was going to be an apocalypse.
—
Eidolon stood in the middle of a dusty old warehouse in Los Angeles, his crimson-veined armor glowing faintly, like a firestorm that hadn't yet exploded. His black cloak billowed out behind him, moving without reason or rhyme, as if it had a mind of its own—probably just trying to be dramatic. And, really, who could blame it? Eidolon was the kind of guy who lived for dramatic entrances. His helmet, pitch-black and smooth, obscured his face entirely, but his glowing crimson eyes shone like lasers, almost as if they were scanning for potential threats—or maybe just checking to see if there was a Starbucks nearby. Who knew?
Wonder Woman, AKA Diana, was over by a stack of crates, wiping her sword clean with a casual grace that made it look like she was born with a blade in her hand. Her armor caught the light, almost glowing with a certain "I'm a demigod, bow before me" vibe. If she wasn't wearing that sword on her back, she'd probably have a halo over her head or something.
Mera, for her part, had her arms crossed and was half-heartedly tossing a little metal ball up and down. It was a nice, peaceful moment. Well, peaceful-ish. The kind of day you'd have after defeating a whole bunch of criminals. The calm before the storm, if you will.
And then... Cyborg's voice boomed through the comms, like a robot with a very serious agenda.
"Alright, team," Cyborg said, his voice as cool and collected as ever. "We've got a situation. Time to call in the big guns."
Mera raised an eyebrow. Diana's sword went still, the tip tapping lightly against the concrete floor. They all knew Cyborg's "big guns" usually meant things were about to get... complicated.
"What's going on?" Diana asked, all business now, her voice as soothing as a warm breeze yet tinged with steel.
"Well," Cyborg continued, "we've tracked down Amunet Black. And get this—she's been using DarkMarket to sell Apokoliptian weapons, and now she's got an army of buyers who'd make the worst parts of Gotham look like daycare."
Eidolon narrowed his glowing crimson eyes, his fingers twitching as if the mere mention of DarkMarket had stirred something deep inside him. "Amunet Black? Thought she was locked up tight."
"Yeah, well, not anymore," Cyborg shot back. "She's got a new game plan—and trust me, it's ugly."
Batman's voice cracked through the comms next, smooth but heavy, like he'd just come back from a long night of brooding. "Gotham," he said, his tone low and serious, the kind that made you want to follow orders without asking why. "That's where she's hiding. And that's where you'll find her."
Eidolon grunted, his helmet tilting slightly as he absorbed the info. "Gotham, huh? Sounds like a nightmare. But it's our kind of nightmare, I guess."
Wonder Woman, ever the warrior, cracked her neck and stepped forward, her hand going instinctively to the hilt of her sword. "A nightmare we'll gladly handle. What's the play?"
Batman's voice got more intense. "No subtlety here. This requires a show of force, Eidolon. No sneaking around. You need to hit her hard and fast. Make it clear she can't run from this. We need to show Gotham what happens when people like her think they can get away with it."
Eidolon's eyes flared a little brighter, and his cloak swirled dramatically—seriously, it was like it was in on the act. "Well, hitting hard and fast? That's kind of my specialty."
Mera snorted, the sound like a soft splash of water. "You do have a knack for making an entrance."
"And exits," Eidolon shot back with a grin that no one could see but everyone could feel. "But yeah, this sounds like our kind of fight."
Diana gave him a knowing look, and it was like the whole world paused for a second as their gazes locked. Her smile was subtle, but it packed a punch. "You lead, we follow."
Eidolon's grin widened slightly, a dangerous glint in his eye. "Oh, you'll follow, alright."
Cyborg's voice crackled through again. "Beta-9's got eyes everywhere, so you won't be flying blind. We've tracked her location down to a warehouse just outside Gotham's old industrial district. We'll have a clear path."
"Perfect," Eidolon said, stepping toward the exit. "And no traffic jams on the way there, right? I'm pretty sure Gotham traffic is an urban legend."
Diana chuckled, her laugh full of mischief. "Trust me, Eidolon. I've been there. Traffic's the least of your worries."
Mera snorted again, shaking her head with a smirk. "You think Gotham's bad? Try spending a few centuries in Atlantis. No roads, just sea monsters and the occasional angry sea god."
"Sounds like a blast," Eidolon muttered. "But we've got a job to do. Gotham, here we come."
Before they could even get started, Beta-9's voice—smooth, confident, and unmistakably Beyoncé—cut in. "You'll be there in two minutes. Gotham's been waiting for a long time to see what happens when you bring the storm. Make it count."
Diana flashed a grin at Eidolon, the kind of smile that made his crimson eyes flicker. "Don't worry. It'll be unforgettable."
Mera leaned in, her voice low but playful. "And maybe... a little too unforgettable." She gave him a wink, and the chemistry between them was undeniable. Eidolon raised an eyebrow behind his helmet, though it was hard to tell if it was because of Mera's teasing or just the thrill of the coming fight. Maybe it was both.
"Just try to keep up, Mera," Eidolon said, turning on his heel, cloak billowing dramatically once again.
"Keep up?" Mera responded, laughing as she followed. "I was born ready."
As the team moved toward the exit, they knew Gotham would be waiting for them. And this time, it wouldn't be just another fight. No. This time, it was going to be a full-on, chaos-filled show of force.
And Amunet Black? She had no idea what was coming.
Eidolon's final words echoed in the quiet warehouse, a promise and a threat all in one.
"Gotham's underground is about to get burned."
—
Amunet Black paced around her lavish, high-tech hideout with the grace of a predator on the prowl. The air was heavy with the hum of technology, shimmering screens flickering with encrypted transactions, while holograms displayed endless arrays of forbidden weapons — each more devastating than the last. The glow from the tech bathed her in an eerie light, making her look like the queen of a digital underworld.
She wasn't just any ordinary criminal, though. Amunet was the Black Market. And tonight, she was about to make history.
"Perfect," she whispered under her breath, her voice a silky purr laced with wicked anticipation. Her fingers tapped against the metal surface of her desk, the sleek, cold material reflecting the gleam in her eyes. "It's all falling into place."
She paused for a moment, fingers hovering over the holographic projection of a Kryptonian blaster. Her smile was predatory as she admired the sleek weapon that could vaporize entire buildings in one shot.
"Well, well," Amunet mused, a dark laugh bubbling from her lips. "I've always had a thing for powerful toys. And this one... oh, it's going to sell." She tapped a few buttons, zooming in on the weapon's fine details, savoring the thought of it in the hands of the highest bidder.
Behind her, one of her henchmen, a burly man with a scar running down his face, leaned against the doorframe. "You sure about this, boss? The big dogs are getting restless. Word is, Luthor's already eyeing that thing like it's the last piece of pie at a family reunion." His voice was thick with skepticism, but he couldn't mask the curiosity in his eyes.
Amunet didn't bother turning around. She simply kept her eyes trained on the hologram, her smirk growing wider.
"Restless?" she repeated, voice dripping with amusement. "Luthor doesn't scare me, Danny. He's just a glorified lawyer with a love for gadgets. This? This is beyond his reach. And if he thinks he can outbid me, he's welcome to try."
She turned her head, finally looking over her shoulder at her underling, her expression one of mild annoyance, but the sparkle in her eyes said it all. "Tell me, Danny, are you really doubting me? After all this time?"
Danny swallowed hard, suddenly very aware of the blade of sarcasm in her voice. "No, boss. Just... just worried the cops might show up, is all."
"Cops?" Amunet snorted, walking toward him with a smirk that could freeze lava. "Honey, they couldn't catch me if they tried. And if they do show up, well... let's just say their biggest problem will be making it out of the room with their skin still intact."
Another figure, a wiry woman with black-tipped hair and a twitchy smile, stepped into the conversation. "Yeah, and if anyone dares to mess with us, they'll be in pieces before they even know what hit them."
Amunet raised an eyebrow. "I like the enthusiasm, Ellie, but I think you're forgetting one thing."
The others leaned in, the tension in the room thickening.
Amunet's eyes glinted dangerously. "I'm the one pulling the strings. And tonight, Gotham's most notorious players are going to line their pockets with my deals — whether they like it or not. But, for the record, they'll love it. The chaos? The power? The weapons of mass destruction? They'll eat it up like candy."
Danny took a step forward, nervously adjusting his jacket. "You're really gonna auction off a Kryptonian weapon, huh? You know the kind of trouble that could cause, right?"
Amunet chuckled, her gaze flickering with a playful yet chilling edge. "Trouble? My dear Danny, if there's no trouble, where's the fun in that? Besides," she added with a wink, "We're not just selling chaos, darling. We're selling a new world order."
She waved a hand, and another hologram flickered to life, displaying a sleek, silver piece of alien tech — a piece she knew was going to spark a bidding war that would leave the city reeling.
"I hope you've been spreading the word. I want all my buyers nice and ready for tonight." She gave Danny a pointed look, letting the silence linger.
He nodded quickly, his unease transforming into excitement. "It's all set, boss. Trust me, the buyers are lined up, and they're already circling like vultures. The bidding starts in two hours, right?"
Amunet's lips curled into a smile that could only be described as dangerous. "Oh, it'll be so much fun, Danny. But you're forgetting something." She walked toward him slowly, her heels clicking sharply against the floor. "You're all in my world now. Every one of those high-rolling losers bidding tonight? They need me. And when I'm done with them, Gotham's going to remember one thing: Amunet Black runs this city."
Ellie chimed in, tossing a playful jab. "And when you're done with them, we'll still be raking in the dough, huh, boss?"
Amunet leaned in closer, her voice low and velvety. "Oh, Ellie, sweetie... This isn't about money. It's about power." Her smile turned wicked. "And I'm about to rewrite the rules of the game."
She paused for a moment, staring at the men and women in her inner circle, her eyes narrowing with a cold, calculating focus.
"You all better be ready," she added softly, but with a weight that made the room feel smaller. "Because once I pull the trigger tonight, there's no going back. Gotham will burn... and we will rise from its ashes."
The last words hung in the air, heavy with promise. Amunet Black wasn't just selling weapons. She was selling a revolution.
Her henchmen exchanged uneasy looks. But none of them dared speak up. The night was just beginning, and Amunet was going to make sure it would be legendary.
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If you're passionate about fanfiction and love discussing stories, characters, and plot twists, then you're in the right place! I've created a Discord server dedicated to diving deep into the world of fanfiction, especially my own stories. Whether you're a reader, a writer, or just someone who enjoys a good tale, I welcome you to join us for lively discussions, feedback sessions, and maybe even some sneak peeks into upcoming chapters, along with artwork related to the stories. Let's nerd out together over our favorite fandoms and explore the endless possibilities of storytelling!
Click the link below to join the conversation:
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Can't wait to see you there!
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