DC: Becoming Supreme With Technology ( I Beat Superman)

keep monitoring. If this escalates, I want to be ready."

"Understood, Ethan," Helios said.

Ethan stood and walked to the floor-to-ceiling windows, gazing out at the city lights. He couldn't shake the feeling that this was only the beginning of something much larger.

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Cadmus

In the cold, sterile halls of Cadmus, Hank Henshaw stood in a containment chamber, his body glowing faintly from the advanced cybernetic components now fused with his flesh. The experiment had been a harrowing success. Henshaw had become something beyond human—a hybrid of man and machine. His eyes gleamed with a mix of synthetic intelligence and pure rage as he clenched his metallic fists, the power coursing through him palpable.

From an observation deck above, Letitia Luthor, a calculating genius and the mastermind behind Cadmus's recent operations, watched with satisfaction. Her voice broke the silence.

"Welcome to your new form, Henshaw," she said. "You, me and Cadmus will make this world a better place,and you will be the weapon we need to reshape this world."

Henshaw stepped out of the chamber, his voice an unsettling blend of human and robotic tones. "My name is no longer Hank Henshaw I am cyborg Superman,What do you need me to do?"

But before Letitia could respond, the lab doors hissed open, and Metallo entered, his Kryptonite core flickering erratically. His battered appearance was a testament to his recent defeat at the hands of the Justice League. Letitia's expression soured as she turned to him.

"You failed," she said coldly, her tone dripping with disdain. "Do you have any idea how much you've jeopardized our plans with your recklessness?"

Metallo growled, his mechanical voice defensive. "I nearly had them! The League just—"

"I don't want excuses," Letitia snapped, cutting him off. "Do you think I'd rely solely on your brute force? While you were out there causing chaos and bungling the operation, I had already executed Plan B."

Metallo's glowing eyes narrowed. "Plan B?"

Letitia smirked, her confidence returning. "Indeed. While you served as a loud distraction, I sent a covert team to infiltrate t another facility, A genetic cloning corporation, fast rising, an upstart in biotechnology. They secured another set of cloning technology before the Justice League even arrived."

She turned to a nearby console, pulling up schematics and data files marked with the logo of GenetiTech, one of the foremost cloning research firms in the DC universe.

"They were the ones who supplied the Military with cloning tech."

The files displayed advanced cloning chambers, genetic splicing equipment, and experimental data on accelerated growth cycles.

"GenetiTech's breakthroughs in cloning are decades ahead of anything the public knows," Letitia explained. "Their technology will allow us to create an army of loyal soldiers—or even better, copies of beings with powers beyond comprehension."

Metallo's frustration simmered, but he managed to keep his composure. "So what's the next step?"

Letitia gestured toward Henshaw. "With Cyborg Superman here to lead, we'll begin mass production of enhanced soldiers. But first, we'll need DNA samples from the strongest beings on this planet. Superman will make a wonderful specimen and you, Metallo will help me get his DNA"

She smiled darkly. "And thanks to the chaos you stirred up, the League has no idea what's really coming. By the time they figure it out, it'll be too late."

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Mean while

It was a quiet evening in Gotham's East End—a rarity in the city. Trevor Gaines, a reclusive and curious man, sat in his dimly lit apartment. Before him lay a mysterious book he had stumbled upon in an old curiosity shop. The tome, bound in worn black leather, seemed to hum faintly as he flipped through its brittle pages. Trevor, an amateur in occult practices, was drawn to a particular passage titled "Summoning the Unknown."

"This is it," he muttered to himself, his fingers trembling slightly as he traced the arcane symbols. "If this works… I'll finally prove it all exists."

Ignoring the warnings scrawled in the margins of the page, Trevor gathered what ingredients he could find, improvising where he lacked the proper tools. A crude circle was drawn on the floor, candles flickered unevenly, and the air seemed to grow heavy as he began the chant.

The words rolled off his tongue awkwardly, their guttural tones foreign and unsettling. As he neared the end of the incantation, the room grew unnaturally cold. Shadows danced along the walls, and the faint smell of sulfur filled the air. Trevor hesitated but pressed on, finishing the final phrase.

Suddenly, the circle erupted with energy, and the room was consumed by a blinding light. A rift tore open in the center of the floor, crackling with fiery energy. From the depths of this infernal portal, a grotesque figure emerged—a towering demon with burning eyes and clawed hands.

Trevor stumbled back, his voice caught in his throat. Before he could scream, the demon surged forward, its claws sinking into his chest. His body convulsed as the demon's essence flooded him, twisting and corrupting him from the inside out.

His screams turned into guttural roars as his form transformed. His skin turned gray and cracked like scorched earth, his eyes glowed a menacing crimson, and his size swelled to monstrous proportions. The man who was Trevor Gaines was no more—only the demon remained.

The creature smashed through the walls of the apartment and into the streets, leaving destruction in its wake. It tore through cars, buildings, and unfortunate bystanders, its bloodlust insatiable.

The Gotham Police Department quickly responded to the chaos. Squad cars screeched to a halt as officers poured into the streets, weapons drawn.

"Hands in the air!" one officer shouted.

The creature roared in response, lunging at them with terrifying speed. Gunfire erupted, bullets sparking off its thick, stone-like hide. Officers scrambled as it tore through their ranks, its claws shredding metal and flesh alike.

"Fall back! Regroup!" the commanding officer yelled, desperation thick in his voice.

With concentrated effort, the officers finally brought the beast down, a barrage of bullets striking its exposed joints. The creature collapsed, its body twitching before disintegrating into ash, leaving only the charred remains of Trevor Gaines behind.

Commissioner Gordon arrived at the scene shortly after, stepping carefully over the rubble. He surveyed the carnage with a practiced eye, his expression grim.

"This wasn't just a murder spree," Gordon said aloud, glancing at the strange residue left behind.

From the rooftop above, a shadow loomed as the Bat-Signal lit the sky. Batman descended silently, his cape billowing in the night air.

"What happened here?" the Dark Knight asked, his voice low and sharp.

"Something unnatural," Gordon replied, handing over a forensic report. "This man—Trevor Gaines—he wasn't acting alone.It was like something came over him. He was monstrous"

Batman studied the report and the scene, his mind already piecing together the clues. "This wasn't random. Something summoned it."

"You think there's more of this?" Gordon asked, his voice heavy with concern.

Batman's gaze fell on the cityscape below, where shadows seemed darker and the air felt heavier than usual. "I'll find out."

With a nod, Batman disappeared into the night, leaving Gordon alone with the quiet aftermath of terror. In the distance, Gotham's skyline loomed, foreboding as ever.

In the dim light of the Batcave, Batman stood before the towering screens of the Batcomputer, his sharp eyes scanning through layers of data. The events surrounding Victor Crane's possession were unnatural, and if there were more to this, he needed to act quickly. Typing commands with precision, he tasked the Batcomputer to analyze Gotham's crime patterns, power grid activity, and other anomalies.

Minutes later, the system flagged a location in the city's slums—a neighborhood notoriously bustling even at night, now eerily silent. Surveillance showed no movement in the area for hours, an unnatural phenomenon in Gotham.

Batman narrowed his eyes. "Something's keeping them inside," he muttered, grabbing his utility belt and cowl. He slid into the Batmobile, its engine roaring as he sped toward the slums.

Arriving at the desolate streets, Batman noticed the unsettling silence. The air was heavy, and the faint smell of sulfur lingered—a sign of something far worse than Gotham's usual criminals. Abandoned cars were scattered across the roads, and shattered windows lined the buildings.

Exiting the Batmobile, he moved with stealth, his cape blending into the shadows. The quiet was oppressive, every step echoing unnaturally. Batman crouched and examined the ground. Deep claw marks marred the pavement, accompanied by faint traces of blood.

He activated his detective mode, scanning the area. Thermal imaging revealed faint heat signatures in nearby buildings, but they were distorted, as if the sources weren't entirely human.

"This isn't normal," he whispered, standing to his full height.

Before he could analyze further, a guttural growl echoed from the darkness. Then another. And another. From the shadows of alleys and crumbling doorways, figures began to emerge—twisted, monstrous forms with glowing red eyes and elongated claws. They moved unnaturally, their bodies jerking and contorting like marionettes.

Batman instinctively reached for his utility belt. "Possessed," he muttered, recognizing the same signs from Victor Crane.