DC: I am Dr Doom

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She kissed my cheek, the gesture tender and final. "Stop messing around and be the person you've always wanted to be," she said, her voice barely a whisper now, like the echo of a forgotten song.

And then, she was gone.

The golden light dimmed, the world crumbled, and I was left alone in the void, clutching nothing but the memory of her.

I woke up gasping, tears streaming down my face, her words echoing in my mind like a haunting refrain. "Let me go."

But I didn't know if I ever could.

"Doom will forge a perfect world."

***

Many years later.

Guess who's back in Gotham? Your favorite son!

I was back after travelling all over the world in search of SAGE FORCE now I had hands of God and mind of God.

I had gained the SAGE FORCE and all of its powers that came along with it. The major thing I knew about the Sage force was that it gave its avatars telepathy and telekinesis of the omega level scale and beyond.

The man makes the powers, and the powers did not make the man. I knew about the Sage Force was that it was from the DC universe, and that could mean far too many things for my situation.

The Martian Manhunter was a telepath and liked to skim minds because it's socially acceptable on Mars, but I refuse to have someone else within my mind.

So my mind now has become a fortress and allows no one entry besides those I allow, and the Manhunter would not be such a person. First, the walls were erected of white obsidian, and then the windows were installed. Tall battlements and even more arches to go around the fortress, on the outer wall and inner wall rail guns were erected to ward off any mental intruders. There was no need to rely on relativistic speeds within my own mental domain, so each shell was packing the firepower or a gravity-driven singularity behind it.

Rooms were erected within the walls off of my fortress to store and contain memories: but with my memories laid out plainly before me, it was time to separate out the DC memories from the Marvel's and place them on the side for later viewing. With the defense of my mind in place and my mind organized, it was time to turn my sight somewhere else.

Marvel and DC had some pretty descriptive books on what telepathy could do, and I planned to use them to the fullest extent to make sure I don't die a premature death. Speed, strength, and reflexes were needed, this was the perfect chance to make the change to my body while I was on this break.

Walking out of the Embassy in Metropolis, I looked at my new student visa. Victor von Doom age nineteen from the nation of Latveria. With that taken care of I picked up a Wayne Tech laptop and cellphone from a store and drove back to Gotham, before getting back to the warehouse outside of Gotham that still remain as it was few years ago just how I remember that was I did pick up some trip lasers and a few things to create a connection to the outside world and the internet. There was no way I was going to use what was already installed in the house.

Now that the house was secure, I took another hour to clean up and change out the bedding and clothes in the closet. I refused to use any of those things. With all of my errands taken care of, it was time to head to the library that's perpetually empty. As my eyes went to the news.

The news was reporting about a turf war going on and how Batman came in and saved the day. Instead of watching Batman and his bullshit, I changed the channel and was surprised to be greeted with the Man of Steel himself talking to a news reporter.

Changing the channel again, I was treated this time with Wonder Woman battling Cheetah, while a camera-man stood on the side and watched. Now this caught my attention alright, not going to lie, Cheetah has me rooting for the fury club, but there's also something to be said about that princess, she was beautiful.

The fight lasted a hot minute while I watched them, Cheetah buns danced agile against Diana on screen. The fight ended rapidly once the princess took out her lasso and wrapped it around Cheetah's legs. With a shake of my head, I hopped out of bed and did my morning routine. After that I went towards Gotham Library.

Before I was launched into this reality, I was getting a tandem degree in Medicine. Now though, with the way my mind worked, there was no way I was going to be working and become subservient to another. With the capital that I had remaining, I was going to release patents into the world to get my name out there and then blitz my way through school.

Bruce Wayne had more than seventeen degrees, and Clark was noted to be an exceptional scholar even among Kryptonians, and I would have to do better if I wanted to stand against such minds. Halfway through my third pile of textbooks, I was interrupted by a voice.

"Excuse me, is this seat taken?"

When I looked up, I was greeted with a redhead and her boyfriend that had a scowl on his face. My own scowl matched the black-haired guy's because in front of me could only be one of the worst couples in the DC universe. Taking a look around, I noticed the other empty tables and raised an eyebrow at the redhead.

Beauty was not going to sway me.

"It is not, but I do believe there are other tables that are available for one such as yourself," I replied smoothly before I went back to my studies.

"Told you Barb, let's leave him alone and go somewhere else."

"Come on Dick it's obvious he goes to Gotham University. We should at least be nice to a classmate. Not many of them come to Gotham Library after all." Barbara Gordon replied to her boyfriend before turning around and looking at some of the books I was reading. "The librarians said that you had the only copy of Criminology by James T. Do you mind if I get it since it's in your finish pile."

Without even looking back up at her from my book. I waved for her to take the book, but she sat down across from me and pulled Dick Grayson into the seat beside her. Looking up at the two, I raised an eyebrow at the couple for interrupting my alone time as I sought knowledge.

Putting down the now completed copy of advanced nuclear physics onto the complete pile, I watched them out of the corner of my eye as I picked up a copy of aerospace and beyond.

Grayson was leaning back, balancing on his chair doing his homework while wearing a scowl, and Barbra was also going over her homework. The difference though was that Barbra was giving me the side-eye while also doing observations in a notepad on the side under her book. Tch, I clicked my teeth at that, just what I need, some noisy girl and her annoying sidekick boyfriend to deal with.

Getting up swiftly, I picked up my carrier bag and took the other books back to their rightful positions on the shelves. Turning my back on them, I left. I did not need nor want them to insert themselves into my life or situation.

"I would like to check out these two books please," I said to the librarian as I handed over a copy on software architecture and design and another book on genetics and evolution of man. I already knew about software design and computer engineering, but I needed a base for what this reality computer worked on because there was no way I was getting online with a Wayne Tech laptop and not removing whatever bugs Bruce had in place across the board. If Lex does it, there is nothing that said Bruce might not have some back door installed for key searches to ping the Bat Computer.

Once the computer was double and quadruple checked, tore down and pieced back together, I was then going to rewrite the operating system from the ground up, and then I was going to create a VPN before getting online.

"Do you have a library card, MR?"

"Doom, Victor Von Doom," I replied as I gave the librarians a charming smile. "And might I know the name of the delectable beauty before me."

She smiled and placed a stray strand of hair behind her ear. "That can't be your real name,"

"Oh, my dear but it is, I would prefer you to call me Victor though," I replied as I leaned on the counter. "And what might I call a rose such as yourself?"

With a playful smile on her lips, she took my hand that I had held out for her to shake with my introduction.

"My name is Jaina, Jaina Hudson; it's a pleasure to meet you, Victor." Jaina returned with a smile as she got the things together for me to check out.

"It was lovely meeting you, Jaina," I replied as I took my things and left. There was no need to use my powers to know she was watching me leave.

Tall, dark, and handsome always works.

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With a huff, I hopped over the log that was in my way as I ran along my path. It has been a month since I came back here to Gotham, and life has been okay so far. Granted, with all the weird reports and gunfire that I hear nightly. Gotham wasn't such a bad place to live if one had power.

I had no delusions: Gotham was a cesspool for raising a family or daily living. The drugs, gangs and violence was so prevalent it you could walk past a dead body within an alley in broad daylight. Yet, this same cesspool was able to provide the camouflage that one needed to remain a ghost within the system.

With my month of laying low and under the radar, using my new found and still growing knowledge, I released upgrades onto the market, proving my proposition that Doom was far more intelligent than others. With the patents secured and use options available on the market, I boosted the corresponding technological advancements by two years or more.

Over three weeks ago, I had created a three-mile course to run and test my skills while being active. I knew that it was only a matter of time until I had to take on the Detective, and I was making sure that each of my weaknesses were removed. I was running the course again today.

With another leap, I commando rolled over another log that was strategically placed in the way of my jog. Switching into attack mode after my roll, I was greeted with speakers that raised from the foliage. Before I could grit my teeth, an ultrasonic sound slammed into my person. It was as awful today as it was yesterday when I was out here training.

My ears bled, and my skin rippled under the effect of the sound, but I forged ahead. With a crouch and a wave of my hands, the rocks levitated up around me and shot forward. Two golf ball-sized rocks shot forward and then curved to the left, then smacked the target on the side of the first speaker. The other set of three rocks shot forward, curving to the right and then upwards hitting that target under the speaker disabling it.

The targets were disabled, and I had my hands on my knees to recover when I felt the swish of something being shot towards me. Around me was a telekinetic wall I constantly maintained to help my situational awareness, give advanced warnings of an attack, and assist me with influencing any person that came within my field. Granted, with some practice, I was able to turn the trust-me field into something that worked with touch. This way, I didn't have to leave my mind open to outside influences.

Rolling to my left, I dodged a series of sharp rubber bullets slamming into the location where I was previously located. With a mental summons, I pulled the rubber bullets that velocity forced into the ground. There was no buzz, but I felt the tingle at the back of my neck, which led me to jump and hold myself in a hover as a blade whizzed underneath me.

With a grin, the rounds that floated around me flew out to hit another set of targets. With the automated guns off, I turned around to smash my fist into the faceless drone behind me.

My fist thunked into the faceless metal, leaving an indentation, but that wasn't the target for me to hit, so I had to dodge another swing of its blade. The little drone flew back from my punch, but the momentum from its swing caused it to spiral around out of control. With a flick of my finger I summoned the drone back to me with the target facing forward. With the drone flying towards me, my fist sank into its face, turning the little bot off.

I launched myself from my current position into the trees as I surveyed the area before me. This portion, my last quarter mile, was littered with mini drones and traps to take me down.

I had run this course at least six times this morning before the automated systems decided to spring my attack training routine on me. Some days it was easy and others it was hard; today was one of the hard ones. The only way to turn it all off was to press the buzzer at the end of the course.

I felt the static in the air before my senses went off to alert me of the drone that was approaching. Throwing the mini drone in my hands at the other, I launched myself back towards the ground and took off, flying parallel to the foliage.

The sharp crackle of electricity also reached my ear as I reached the ground. That could only mean that the system had taken into account the range at which I maintained my radar. I smiled to myself as I realized the self-learning algorithm I created was adapting to my demands and orders. It was obvious that this was going to lead to the creation of an A.I. The A.I. would be for later as the current kernel would have to learn and adapt.

Five hundred feet from the scene of the last ambush, another few drones popped up out of the scrubs to fire at me. With a twist, the rubber bullets flew past my right side, smacking into the ground where my shoulder was previously located. With a pivot on my left hand, I kicked out, forcing the drones to crash into each other and turn them off. Since these were in far better condition than the others that I faced, I summoned them to me with a telekinetic pull. Scavenging the ammo from the downed drones, I took off flying low to the ground towards the end of the trail.

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