DC X LOTM: A Beyonder in DC

The city never slept.

Gotham's skyline was a jagged silhouette against the night, its neon glow barely piercing the thick smog that clung to the streets like a living thing. Below, the underbelly of crime thrived—dealers, killers, and desperate souls prowled the alleys, lost in a world that never truly changed.

And tonight, Alex Kent moved unseen through it all.

He stood atop a nearby rooftop, watching the distant penthouse where Elias Thorn had once lived. His blood still stained the expensive mahogany desk inside, a silent warning left behind by the League.

Ra's al Ghul would be pleased.

But Alex?

This was just another step forward.

Aftermath of an Execution

Returning to the League's stronghold was a seamless operation. He had left Gotham as quietly as he had arrived, slipping onto a private aircraft arranged by the League, flying back to the frozen peaks of the Himalayas under the cover of darkness.

By dawn, he stood before Ra's once more, the warlord's green eyes sharp as ever.

"It is done," Alex reported, his voice calm.

Ra's studied him for a moment, then gestured toward Talia, who stood at his side, arms crossed.

"Tell me, my daughter," Ra's mused, "what do you see in him?"

Talia's gaze lingered on Alex, assessing him. She had been watching him closely since his arrival, testing his limits, searching for weaknesses.

Now, she smirked.

"He is efficient," she admitted. "But there is something more. He does not kill as the others do."

Ra's nodded, intrigued. "Explain."

Talia stepped forward, circling Alex.

"The others kill because they are told to," she said smoothly. "Because it is their duty, their purpose. But Kane? He kills for a reason. Every action is calculated, every move precise. There is no wasted effort, no hesitation—but also no excess."

She stopped beside him, tilting her head slightly.

"You didn't make him suffer," she noted.

Alex met her gaze, unreadable. "Should I have?"

Ra's chuckled. "A good question. The League does not seek cruelty, only necessity. You understood this instinctively."

He leaned forward slightly, his voice quieter, more curious.

"Tell me, Kane. Why do you fight?"

The question was a test.

Every answer mattered.

Alex had long since mastered the art of deception, of weaving truth with lies to create something believable.

"I fight to survive," he said simply. "To become stronger."

Ra's smiled slightly. "A wise answer."

Talia's expression remained unreadable, but she seemed intrigued nonetheless.

"You will continue your training," Ra's declared, rising to his feet. "There is still much to learn. And soon, I will have another task for you."

Alex inclined his head. "Understood."

As he turned to leave, Talia called after him.

"You intrigue me, Kane."

He glanced over his shoulder, smirking faintly. "I'll take that as a compliment."

She chuckled. "You should."

Then he was gone, slipping into the shadows once more.

The League's Secrets

Days passed.

Training continued.

Alex honed his skills alongside the League's finest, perfecting their techniques, learning their strategies. He fought, adapted, and played the role of the loyal assassin.

But beneath it all, he was watching. Learning.

The League had secrets—many of them. And if he was going to play his game properly, he needed to uncover them all.

One night, he moved unseen through the stronghold's lower levels, slipping past guards and ancient corridors carved into the mountainside.

There were rooms not meant for ordinary assassins. Vaults where the League's greatest knowledge was hidden.

And Alex had every intention of finding them.

Teleporting into the restricted archives was the easy part. Avoiding detection? That required more effort.

Inside, rows of ancient scrolls and ledgers lined the walls. Tomes of forgotten knowledge, records of assassinations spanning centuries.

He moved quickly, scanning texts, searching for names, for connections.

Then he found it.

A ledger, older than most, its pages yellowed with age.

Inside, an entry stood out:

The Lazarus Pits.

Alex's eyes narrowed.

So that's how Ra's survives.

The League of Assassins had always been shrouded in myth, its leader rumored to be immortal. But now, Alex had confirmation. The Lazarus Pits were real—mystical pools capable of restoring life, healing even the gravest of wounds.

But they came at a cost.

Madness. Unpredictability. A corruption of the mind and soul.

Ra's had used them for centuries, keeping himself alive beyond the reach of time.

Alex closed the ledger, thoughts racing.

This was valuable information.

And it was only the beginning.

A New Mission

The next morning, Alex was summoned once more.

Ra's stood before a grand map, marked with locations across the world. His expression was calm, but his eyes held something darker—anticipation.

"There is a man," Ra's began, "who has drawn my attention. A warrior. Skilled. Dangerous."

He tapped a name.

Slade Wilson.

Alex raised an eyebrow. "Deathstroke?"

Ra's smirked slightly. "You are familiar with him."

Alex knew the name well. Slade Wilson—mercenary, assassin, enhanced beyond normal human limits. A man who had fought the best and lived to tell the tale.

"He is not one to be taken lightly," Alex noted.

"Indeed," Ra's agreed. "And that is why I have chosen you."

Alex frowned. "You want me to kill him?"

Ra's chuckled. "No. Not yet. I want you to observe him. Test him, if necessary. See if he is worthy."

"Of what?"

Ra's smiled. "The League."

Alex exhaled slowly.

Slade Wilson, joining the League? That would be… complicated.

But it also gave Alex an opportunity.

"Where is he now?" Alex asked.

Talia spoke this time. "He's currently operating in Blüdhaven. Taking contracts. Making enemies."

Alex nodded. "I'll find him."

Ra's gave a satisfied nod. "Then go, Kane. And do not fail me."

Blüdhaven – The Hunt Begins

Blüdhaven was Gotham's uglier, meaner cousin.

If Gotham was corrupt, Blüdhaven was outright diseased. Crime thrived in the streets, unchecked, unchallenged.

Alex moved unseen through the rooftops, tracking his target.

Slade Wilson was not an easy man to find. But Alex was patient. He followed whispers, observed movements, pieced together a trail.

And soon, he found him.

Slade was in a warehouse near the docks, standing over the bodies of men who had tried—and failed—to kill him. Blood stained the floor. Smoke curled from the barrel of his rifle.

Alex watched from the shadows, waiting.

Slade turned, his single eye scanning the darkness.

"You gonna stand there all night," he said dryly, "or are you actually gonna say something?"

Alex smirked, stepping into the dim light. "Nice work."

Slade tilted his head slightly. "You with them?"

"Depends who 'them' is," Alex said.

Slade exhaled, lowering his weapon. "Let me guess. League of Assassins?"

"Something like that."

Slade chuckled. "Yeah, figured they'd come sniffing around eventually."

Alex studied him. "You don't seem surprised."

"Not really," Slade admitted. "They've tried recruiting me before."

Alex smirked. "And yet, here you are. Still freelance."

Slade shrugged. "I like my freedom."

Alex nodded slowly. "I get that."

A pause.

Then Slade eyed him carefully. "So what's your deal, huh? You just another one of Ra's' lapdogs?"

Alex chuckled. "Something like that."

Slade smirked. "Yeah, somehow I doubt that."

Their eyes met.

For the first time in a long time, Alex felt something strange.

Recognition.

Not of a friend. Not of an ally.

But of someone who understood the game.

And that made Slade dangerous.

Very dangerous.

Alex smiled. "Let's find out, shall we?"

Because the real game had only just begun.

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There are going to be some inconsistencies here and there people. I write this on different places and then cram them together to make it into a chapter. So I don't always fact check if this is correct and if this isn't correct . So understand this that I am Human at the end if the day. I cannot remember everything clearly