An anti-hero with Rimuru's abilities in dc

The subway station was eerily quiet as the shimmering barrier enveloped the group, its soft glow pushing back the oppressive weight that had hung over the space moments before. The survivors stood frozen, staring at the dome in stunned silence. For the first time in years, they felt something unfamiliar—security. 

Elena broke the silence. "That… that thing. It blocks Superman's surveillance?" 

Rimuru nodded, his calm blue eyes meeting hers. "The Regime relies heavily on monitoring every corner of Gotham. This barrier disrupts their scans, cloaking this area. As long as it's active, you're invisible to them." 

A ripple of murmurs spread through the group, a mix of disbelief and cautious optimism. 

The man with the scar from earlier stepped forward, his voice skeptical. "I don't know what game you're playing, Rimuru, but nobody gives something like this for free. What's the catch?" 

"No catch," Rimuru said, his voice steady. "I'm here to fix what's broken. This world, your lives, Gotham itself—it's all been crushed under Superman's rule. That ends now." 

The scarred man snorted. "Big words. But Superman's got an army, drones, meta-humans. What do we have? A bunch of half-starved nobodies hiding in a subway." 

"You have me," Rimuru replied, his tone unwavering. 

The man opened his mouth to retort, but Elena raised her hand, silencing him. Her piercing gaze fixed on Rimuru. "Alright, stranger. Let's say I believe you. What's your plan?" 

---

Rimuru knelt on the ground, using a tendril of magic to draw a map of Gotham in the dirt. The crude outline quickly filled with details: patrol routes, drone patterns, and key Regime strongholds. 

"I've already tapped into their surveillance network," he explained. "Superman's forces are stretched thin in some areas, particularly the outskirts. The resistance—what's left of it—has been trying to exploit those gaps, but they lack the resources to make real progress." 

Elena frowned, studying the map. "You mean the resistance is still active?" 

"Barely," Rimuru said. "They're scattered, disorganized. If we want to stand a chance, we need to change that." 

He pointed to a location near the edge of the city. "This is our first target: a Regime outpost. Small, lightly guarded, but crucial. They use it to monitor resistance activity in this sector." 

The scarred man crossed his arms. "And you think we can just stroll in and take it over?" 

Rimuru smiled faintly. "We're not strolling in. We're dismantling it." 

---

Hours later, Rimuru stood outside the outpost, concealed in the shadows of a crumbling building. Elena and a few others were with him, their expressions tense but resolute. He had spent the past hour explaining the plan, simplifying it for those who weren't accustomed to combat. 

"This isn't about brute force," he had told them. "It's about precision. Follow my lead, and we'll make it out without a scratch." 

Now, as they crouched in the rain, Rimuru extended a hand, releasing a pulse of magicules into the air. The energy formed into a small, translucent sphere that floated toward the outpost. 

"What's that?" Elena whispered. 

"A scout," Rimuru replied. "It'll map the interior and identify targets." 

The sphere phased through the walls, and Rimuru closed his eyes, focusing on the images it transmitted. He saw armed guards patrolling the corridors, a control room filled with monitors, and a generator humming in the basement. 

"Four guards on the ground floor," he said. "Two in the control room. Generator's in the basement—takes out their power and communications if we disable it." 

Elena glanced at him. "And how do we get past the guards?" 

Rimuru smirked. "Leave that to me." 

---

Moments later, they moved in. Rimuru's body dissolved into a semi-liquid state, allowing him to slip through the cracks in the wall. Re-forming inside the building, he dispatched the first guard silently, enveloping him in a cocoon of magic that rendered him unconscious. 

The others followed his signal, creeping through the now-open entrance. Elena clutched a crowbar, her knuckles white. 

"You're really good at this," she whispered as they advanced. 

"Practice," Rimuru said with a wink. 

They reached the generator without incident. Rimuru placed a hand on it, his magicules seeping into the machinery. The device hummed louder, then fell silent, its lights flickering out. 

"What did you do?" one of the others asked. 

"Rewired it," Rimuru said. "It'll look like a malfunction. They won't suspect sabotage—at least, not immediately." 

---

The real challenge came when they reached the control room. The two guards were still there, oblivious to the intruders. Rimuru motioned for the others to stay back. 

He stepped into the room, his movements swift and fluid. Before the guards could react, tendrils of magic lashed out, wrapping around them and pinning them to the wall. 

"W-What the hell?" one of them stammered. 

"Sleep," Rimuru said calmly, infusing the tendrils with a sedative effect. The guards slumped unconscious, their bodies going limp. 

Elena entered cautiously, her eyes wide. "You make it look so easy." 

"It is easy," Rimuru said, turning his attention to the consoles. "Now, let's see what we can find." 

---

The data on the consoles painted a grim picture. Superman's forces were more entrenched than Rimuru had anticipated, with patrols extending far beyond Gotham. The resistance had been pushed to the brink, their numbers dwindling. 

But there was hope. Scattered across the files were mentions of safehouses—places where resistance fighters still operated in secret. 

"This is it," Rimuru said, downloading the information onto a small crystal. "This is how we rebuild." 

Elena looked over his shoulder. "What's the next step?" 

"We connect with the resistance," Rimuru said. "We unify them. And then we start taking this city back—one piece at a time." 

---

As they left the outpost, Rimuru couldn't help but feel a flicker of optimism. The survivors he had met were stronger than they realized, and with the right guidance, they could become something greater. 

He glanced at Elena, who walked beside him, her expression thoughtful. "You're serious about this, aren't you?" she asked. 

"Dead serious," Rimuru said. "Superman's reign ends here." 

For the first time, Elena smiled. "Well, Rimuru, you've got my trust. Don't screw it up." 

Rimuru chuckled. "I wouldn't dream of it."