DCU: Blacklist

[KingSebast]

Hope he doesn't serve them information on the silver platter all the time but use it to sharpen their skills. Also he should warn the league of mind control

 

[Lillie Jones]

Thanks for the chapter

 

[Samael61]

Hello there,

If you enjoy my stories you can read advanced chapters in my patreon page

Commander Shepard, The Greatest to Ever Live, a Mass Effect story where Shepard is greater than ever,

Geek's Guide to Thriving in a Low End Fantasy World a Robert Baratheon OC SI in an AU,

Her Eternal Excellency, a Genshin Impact and ASOIAF crossover, Raiden Ei Reborn as Argella Durrandon,

and DCU:Blacklist, a Raymond Reddington inspired OC SI using his knowledge for his own advantage, as well as the rest of the world

All stories are five chapters ahead.

Thank you in advance.

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Gotham

Meeting Nora Fries has been an experience to say the least.

Sweet, kind, caring and sincere, it was no surprise Victor would go so far for her.

"Victor told me he will be working for you now?"

"Yes, your husband has an extremely keen mind for medicine, as well as cryotechnology. I intend to have him work on treatments for incurable diseases as well as cancer, and use his technology to combat climate change" While they weren't very lucrative businesses, they would earn him something far more valuable.

Reputation.

"Speaking of, when will I start working?" Victor asked, not out of a desire to work, but to spend more time with his wife.

"It will take some time I am afraid, I have yet to set up a company. I will inform you as soon as possible" He would need to find a person capable of building a company from the ground first, of course.

"Yes, understood" Victor nodded, leaning closer to his wife.

"Now, while I would love to stay and chat, I have an appointment in Metropolis" It was best to give the lovebirds some space and time.

"Thank you again, Mr. Beckett. I can't tell you how grateful I am" Nora thanked, and the couple saw him off.

"Don't mention it Mrs.Nora. I am just glad to be of assistance"

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Metropolis

Superman, it turns out, already busted the Project Firestorm, and Claire was in the wind. He had no idea how to find her, other than she would be robbing a yacht club, but he wagered her fencer, Donnie, would be easier to locate, provided she had already contacted him.

Before that though, steps would have to be taken to deal with Agent Kurt, permanently. Fortunately, he was on the FBI's wanted list.

He found an abandoned warehouse, wrote down the address, and bought a burner phone.

Finding Donnie was simple, just a small payment was enough for the location.

"Welcome to Donnie's Antique Store, how can I help you?" Blond, laidback man said, leaning back on his chair.

"Does the name Volcana or Claire Selton mean anything to you, Donnie?" Miles asked, moving to sit on the empty chair.

From the way his smile fell, Miles could say it did.

"Look" he began, clearly intent on denying.

Miles ignored him and dropped twenty thousand dollars on his desk.

"I am aware she is set on robbing a yacht club, and I am also aware nautical memorabilia is hard to sell on the market. So why don't you make things profitable yourself, and tell me where she is?" Miles said, dropping another twenty grand on the table.

"Let me write down the address" The fencer took a pen and paper, writing down the address of Volcana's target. He knew that rich people who could drop money like that only did first before resorting to more painful means.

He had enough scars to know it wasn't worth it.

"Good. Now some renegade government agents after Volcana will be here to threaten you. I want you to give them this address for your own sake"

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Miles sat on a bench, waiting for the fiery woman to arrive, and enjoying the scenery. It wasn't long before a woman covering herself was walking towards the yacht and Miles moved.

"Miss Claire" He called out, stopping the woman in her tracks.

"Who?" She said, playing the fool, lowering her sunglasses just a bit to take a clear look at him.

"Perhaps you would prefer Volcana?" She twitched, assuming he was a government agent sent after her.

"What do you want?" She turned, pulling her hands out of her pockets, ready to torch him no doubt.

"Miles Beckett, I am here with a job offer you" He said, ignoring her hostile attitude.

"A job offer?" She asked confused.

"Yes, much more lucrative than robbing memorabilia, I mean you would be hard pressed to find a buyer for nautical items, much less one willing to obtain them illegally" Mention of her heist plan threw her off her game.

"You know?" She took on an even more guarded stance now, ready to fight or flight.

"Knowing things is my business, now, are you interested in hearing my offer or not?"

"Why should I trust you?" She had no reason to trust anyone after all.

"Here is one million reasons for you" Miles opened the briefcase, showing her the Benjamins.

"What offer?" She asked, stopping a moment to check if they were real and reached out for the case. Miles handed it to her without a fight.

To her, someone willing to give this much money like that was worth hearing.

"Perhaps we should speak in a less conspicuous place over lunch? My treat"

"Lead the way, rich boy" She said, one hand holding the briefcase, the other ready to attack should it be necessary.

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Sitting in a small restaurant watching over the abandoned warehouse, Miles ordered half the menu and as the table was slowly filled, he took out his phone.

"Hello? I am calling regarding Kurt Baker, the one in your wanted list. I just heard him and his associates talking about capturing someone in the abandoned warehouse down the Founders Street near the docks. Yes, I am sure it was him, he had an eyepatch and one of the men called him by name. You're welcome" Miles ended the call, broke the phone in half, removed the battery and crushed the card.

"You know Kurt, where is that bastard?!" Volcana rose from her chair with a vengeance, a second away from bursting into flames.

"Kurt will be arrested by the FBI very soon, you don't need to bother yourself about him any longer"

"I want him dead" she hissed, her hands steaming.

"Kurt Baker was the head of a government sanctioned black ops project which failed monumentally, and if he talks a lot of high ranking officials will be in a heap of trouble. I can assure you, Kurt will be dead before he appears in front of a judge" Miles said with such conviction Volcana slowly sat down.

"You should try the lobster and enjoy the show"

Three cars approached the warehouse soon, all black and nondescript, and men wearing fire retardant suits immediately rushed out, along with Kurt who was waiting outside.

Right on time, FBI vehicles rushed down both sides of the street, intent on cutting the renegade agent off. Hessler tried to find a way out, but nothing sort of running on foot would save him, and so he started running.

The FBI surrounded the area really quickly, and seeing as they were outnumbered and outgunned, Kurt's men surrendered.

Two agents rushed after Kurt while the rest cuffed the prisoners, and moved inside the warehouse to check it out, coming out with the team sent to capture Volcana.

Kurt wasn't in top shape it seemed as the agents who went after him dragged the one eyed man to the car.

All in all, the FBI was very efficient and the agents were gone before anyone understood what happened.

"I wanted to kill him myself" Volcana muttered, taking a scoop of the oysters.

"Only thing that would achieve is you would be landing in prison and handing yourself to someone worse than Kurt" After all, people like Amanda Waller existed in this world.

"You think they can stop me?" She scoffed with a challenging tone.

"FBI? No, but Superman? He could swim in the sun and come out without so much as a single hair strand singed, you would stand no chance against him" Miles shook his head, and Volcana stood down, knowing it was true.

"Yet he didn't even come for them" The red headed would be villainess said.

"He isn't in the solar system right now" Miles mentioned off handedly, finishing his lobster.

"How do you know that?"

"Operating covertly when there is a man who can hear everything going around the city would have been impossible. So I gave him some valuable information and he is out there in a different star system, seeking the last remnants of his kind" Miles wiped his hands and mouth, satisfied with his food.

"You know Superman?" She sounded sceptical, knowing how secretive the Man of Steel was.

"We are friends, I even have him on speed dial" Miles said, calling the waiter for the check.

"So what is your offer exactly?" Matter of Superman was left aside in favour of money.

"I am in the dangerous business of information and I require protection. Specifically someone with powers who could take down large groups of armed personnel as well as other powered individuals" Miles explained himself, tipping the tired waitress generously enough for her eyes to widen.

He knew how hard it could be for college students like her.

"A bodyguard huh?" Volcana said. She could be a bodyguard.

"Indeed. I mean think about it, you could go and rob a bank right now, but Superman would send you to jail before you can spend even a single dollar of your ill gotten fortune. Alternatively, you can work for me and earn more money than you know what to do with" Miles made his pitch. It was actually something he considered before finding himself in Gotham, as to why the villains did not just use their powers or intelligence to earn money the legal way rather than try to rob a bank.

Besides the usual lack of opportunities the majority of the people faced, it also had to do with the lack of common sense in comic books and cartoons.

"How much are you offering?" If the amount he already handed her was anything to go by, the man certainly didn't lack money.

"One million dollars a year, with another million as a bonus depending on your performance" It might sound excessive, but Miles fully intended to make use of her abilities.

"Does the briefcase you give me count?" Volcana hoped not.

"As I said, that was just for you to hear my offer. If you agree I will give you another as your first paycheck"

"Damn, you must be rich to hand out that much money" She whistled, impressed.

"Rich enough. So what do you say, Volcana, or should I call you Claire?" Miles held out his hand.

"Either is fine, boss" She took it.

"Wonderfull, now let's head to the bank"

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Waiting for his number to light up was annoying, but Claire didn't have a bank account, in fact, she didn't have an ID, so here he sat on the comfy chair the bank had with Volcana next to him, reading a magazine.

"Everybody on the ground now!" A voice shouted from the door as three armed men in ski masks entered the bank, carrying heavy weaponry. One of them slammed the stock of his LMG on the guard's face and took his gun, and chaos erupted.

Everyone but Miles and Volcana screamed and laid themselves on the ground, trembling with fear clear in their eyes. But they also had hope that Superman would come and save them.

If only he wasn't in a whole different star system.

"You have got to be kidding me" Miles put his hands over his eyes, sighing.

Bank robberies, the bread and butter of the villains and in his opinion one of the least profitable businesses out there, as most ended up in jail without spending a single dollar.

"I said get on the ground, do you think I am joking?!" one of the robbers shouted, pointing his gun at Miles.

"Don't kill them" He told and watched as his new bodyguard blasted the attacker with an exploding fireball, sending him crashing to the wall and turned her attention to the two other attackers and was faster on the draw, blasting both with fireballs as well.

Amateurs.

He got up and nudged the weapons away from the criminals with his foot, while the occupants of the room got up slowly and began to cheer for their savior, some even taking photos.

"Congratulations, you are a hero now"

Volcana looked like a fish out of water.

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Fortunately, it wasn't all bad, as the bank and the people in line agreed to let him go first as a gesture of their gratitude to the woman they perceived as a hero.

He withdrew the money, and left, just in time for cops to come and take the criminals away.

"I didn't expect you to be a softy" She commented, examining the money. Not to count it, but to marvel at the amount she held in her hands.

"Softy?" He gave her a side eyed glance.

"Yes, isn't that why you didn't want me to kill them?" Volcana asked, puzzled. If he was friends with Superman, the biggest softy of all, he should be one too.

"My dear, here is a piece of advice for you, free of charge. Burning three people alive, armed or not, in broad daylight with a room full of witnesses and cameras is a terrible idea" He said with a straight tone.

God, did people in this world lack common sense.

"Wouldn't it be self-defense?" She asked, realizing he was right. No need to go to jail when she just earned two million dollars.

"It would be, I suppose, but Superman and the rest of the Justice League frowns upon killing, and that would land me in trouble with them" Miles said. He had no trouble killing someone for crossing him, but in a world with a detective like Batman, mind readers, objects that could make you confess the truth, people conversing with the spirits of the dead, and a myriad of superpowers that could expose him killing someone existed, it wouldn't be worth it.

Didn't mean he couldn't send them to the Phantom Zone, or lock them up somewhere with no possibility of escape.

"You just don't want your friends to hate you" She said with a mocking tone.

"Those friends are necessary to stop this world from becoming a toy in the hands of cosmic monsters and dark gods, so yes" He could trade barbs with her, but no need to break the fragile trust she had.

"No killing then?" she said after a couple of minutes, stunned at his proclamation.

"Don't worry, dangerous individuals will die, but not by our hand" He said, calling a cab.

"Whose?" Was he just going to use other people for his dirt work and absolve himself off the crime?

"Governments of course"

"Government? I wouldn't trust the government for anything" They had taken her life away, stuck her in a room where she was trained to be a living weapon everyday. If he was working for them, millions or not she would kill him.

"Neither do I trust a government whose president I didn't personally put on the White House" He gave her a look that told Volcana she wasn't as scary as she thought.

"Go on" She actually was intrigued by his words.

"Simple really, we won't kill, not unless it is unavoidable, but we will change the laws to ensure dangerous individuals like Joker or Lex Luthor will face the death penalty for the sake of public safety. We get to keep our hands clean, and they will still die, but it will take time to put my own men in the positions of power necessary to change the justice system so fundamentally "

It was a long but doable plan, a president who would see things his way in the White House, as a friend of his.

"You don't do small, do you?" She snorted, almost bursting to laughter.

"No, I don't"

They got on the cab, driving to a hotel.

 

[Samael61]

" My research, in the short time I have been in this world so far, showed me that the timeline in this world is a mess.

There is no Supergirl, and Superman hasn't met Darkseid yet, but Queen Maxima did apparently pay a visit to Earth to find a mate several weeks before the founding of the Justice League.

There was no intergang attack on Metropolis Gold Exchange, but Mr. Mxyzptlk did appear to torment Superman for his own amusement.

Which makes me curious what the Dark God of Apokalyps is doing, since he has yet to set his sights on Earth.

So this world, as far as I figured out, was a fusion of the Superman: The Animated Series and the Justice League cartoon.

This makes me question the accuracy of my knowledge, but Joe Chill was a spot on, and the events of the Justice League seem to be progressing as expected.

I claimed to be an information broker, because I honestly had no idea how to tell living, breathing, real people that they were merely cartoons in my world, meant to amuse the masses for profit.

How would one react to this? With disbelief? or perhaps anger? maybe they won't even be able to comprehend my words due to some meta effect?

Nonetheless I will build an information network, as the events of the future are bound to change due to my intervention.

For now, acquiring capital is my first order of business, after I find a bodyguard. Fortunately, Superman has yet to meet Volcana again, and her pyrokinetic abilities would be perfect"

 

[Raphiel]

"Simple really, we won't kill, not unless it is unavoidable, but we will change the laws to ensure dangerous individuals like Joker or Lex Luthor will face the death penalty for the sake of public safety. We get to keep our hands clean, and they will still die, but it will take time to put my own men in the positions of power necessary to change the justice system so fundamentally "

Click to shrink...

Harder said than done. Batman has probably done a lot to prevent government corruption, especially whatwith the light keeping Joker alive for some inane reason, and he couldn't make a dent. That's not even due to his own bias of killing, he still treats police personnel, self defence murderers, soldiers, etc the same despite them killing. He just legitimately cannot combat them politically due to their power and well hidden operations.

 

[KingSebast]

MC needs to get some mind and soul protection

 

[Lillie Jones]

Volcana no time no see since Superman animated series.
Saving Nora and Claire aka Volcana,which she was underutilized character on the Superman series, guessing now with miles in the mix she's to be a Reserve JL leaguer and legal revenge on people who made her by miles statements with worse punishment than death, probably a few deaths.
But we're not keeping count are now. mind and soul protection are needed .
Continue on
Cheers!

 

[MalKenDov]

Just found this and I very much enjoy it.
Watched

 

[Samael61]

Hello there,

If you enjoy my stories you can read advanced chapters in my patreon page

Commander Shepard, The Greatest to Ever Live, a Mass Effect story where Shepard is greater than ever,

Geek's Guide to Thriving in a Low End Fantasy World a Robert Baratheon OC SI in an AU,

Her Eternal Excellency, a Genshin Impact and ASOIAF crossover, Raiden Ei Reborn as Argella Durrandon,

and DCU:Blacklist, a Raymond Reddington inspired OC SI using his knowledge for his own advantage, as well as the rest of the world

All stories are five chapters ahead.

Thank you in advance.

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Metropolis

Metropolis Grand Hotel

Spacious, gleaming from floor to roof in marble and crystal chandeliers, with a staff sharp as glass, every single part of the hotel was made to leave a lasting impression.

"So, what is the plan now, boss?" Claire asked, enjoying the rather lavish breakfast that laid before the two, having slept in the comfiest bed of her life.

A woman could get used to this lifestyle.

"Just Miles if you would, boss doesn't feel like me at all" He replied without lifting his head from the newspaper.

"Fine, Miles. What's next?" She leaned back, watching the area from the private booth.

"We are going to get you proper identification first before it becomes an issue. After that, I have business in outer space, and you will be staying in Metropolis" Getting into the hotel without her ID required a bit of coercion and cash, which would only take a single honest to god man to be a problem.

"Business in space?" She asked, blinking, wondering what could the man possibly be doing in space.

"Yes, I am selling information for a rather hefty price, and I need to be there in person"

"To aliens? You are even better than I thought" She said, impressed.

"Thank you. Now, while I am otherwise indisposed, you are not to cause trouble. Spend some money, enjoy the hotel, I paid for two weeks in advance, but do not do anything that may draw attention to you unless your life is in danger. You already had enough media coverage due to the bank robbers"

"Understood, and you don't have to worry, I'll keep myself occupied in a shopping mall"

"Excellent. All goes well, I'll be back with enough wealth to start my ventures"

"About that, how much are you expecting to earn from this?" She had no frame of reference for what information would be worth to aliens.

"A bit over a trillion dollars worth of gold, and some favours" Gordonians and the Citadel had to be eliminated, and he knew just the means to do it. Coincidentally, he was sure Thanagarians would be amenable to share their technology if he destroyed their enemies, or he could just blackmail them. Either option worked for him.

Claire almost shouted at hearing the amount, but a look from Miles stopped her.

"I can understand your enthusiasm, but there is no need for the entire hotel to hear it" He said with his ever calm tone.

"Sorry" She apologized, having almost lost control.

"It is fine, however do keep the matter quiet, the last thing I need is the IRS to come knocking on my door" He didn't want to draw the attention of the federal government, not while he wasn't powerful enough.

"You know, you just hired me but seem to be too trusting, don't you think?" She trusted the authenticity of the money, but humans were another issue.

"Claire, I believe dealing in honesty is a good way to earn a person's loyalty, but in the event you betray me, well, I am not one to suffer traitors, not for long" Miles stopped reading, his tone low and steady.

"Message received. What about after you return?" Claire could understand where he was coming from, having been betrayed by her parents, the institute and the Project Firestorm herself.

"I will need an individual who can build a company from scratch and we will move on from there"

"Here, I believe this column will have your interest" He handed her the newspaper and leaned back.

Suspicious Death of a Renegade Agent Under FBI Custody

Kurt Baker, a former government agent accused of treason who had been arrested yesterday following a successful operation by the FBI, has been found dead in his cell. Investigations are underway, but for now the cause of death is unknown. However, questions arose as to whether former Agent Baker had been silenced by the government….

"Huh, I still wanted to kill him myself" Claire said, feeling strangely unsatisfied. She thought with Kurt's death there would be a sense of relief, of freedom, but she didn't really feel anything besides emptiness.

"My dear, if it wasn't for the unwritten rules of the Justice League, I would have been all too happy to hand him over to you for due revenge, alas, you will have to make do with this" Miles didn't have an issue with killing people, but the League did.

"As long as he is dead, I suppose" She handed the newspaper back.

The jolly ringtone of his phone stopped Miles from getting back to reading.

"Yes? Good morning. I am glad to hear that, how is she? Good, let me know if you require any help with her, teenagers can be handful, even ones from a more advanced society. You're welcome" he said, ending the call.

"Who was that?" The last part of the call was strange enough for her to ask.

"The boy scout, apparently he found himself a surrogate cousin" Miles didn't want to openly say Superman, not even in a private booth like that.

"Really? So another hero like him flying around, saving kittens from trees?" Claire said, not meaning anything insulting by it.

"This one is a teenager with the trauma of losing her entire race stuck in a more primitive society" Supergirl would make her debut as a hero soon anyway.

"That sucks" What else could she say? What she had gone through was bad, but that? Claire couldn't imagine how bad it would be.

"Indeed" He nodded, finishing his orange juice.

"Now, as you are already in the system, it should be a simple matter to get a new ID card issued to you" He put down his empty glass, and called for the check.

"I am ready when you are"

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Claire Selton filled the forms necessary for a new ID card, paid the fee and they headed back to the hotel. They saw Superman on the way back, as the Man of Tomorrow was busy saving civilians from a fire.

"Do you happen to know how to drive?" He didn't want to hire a chauffeur and increase the number of people he would have to explain his business to.

"Project Firestorm didn't really have any extracurricular activities" Claire said, just remembering those days took her back to the small room she was locked in whenever they didn't run tests or trained her till her bones cracked.

"You will have to learn until we have a faster method of travel"

"Like what?"

"Teleportation if possible, or portals" Thanagar did have teleporters in this continuity, it shouldn't be hard to acquire the technology.

"I thought you meant something like a private jet" Then again, she should have expected it, as Miles didn't do small.

"Justice League has Javelins, which are space capable crafts traveling well beyond the speed of any private jet"

"Spaceships huh?" Figures that the Super Friends League would have advanced toys like that.

"A step in that direction more like"

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After returning to the hotel Miles called Green Lantern to inform him he was ready.

"Hello John, I just wanted to say I am available to meet the Guardians at their earliest convenience"

"Alright then, I'll give them a call and come pick you up" John said, as he had been waiting for this.

"Do tell them I am not giving the information for free this time" Miles said, reminding the Green Lantern of their previous conversation while on the way to Zamaron.

"Got it, I'll call you later"

"I'll be waiting"

Miles readied his briefcase of wonders, to bluff in case the Guardians decided this matter was too important to play ball, and waited. Not long after the call had ended John called him back.

"Man, you got the Guardians in a frenzy, they want to talk to you now, where are you?" John had never seen or heard the usually stoic and emotionless Guardians act like this.

"There is an abandoned warehouse down the Founders street on Metropolis docks, we can meet there " It was out of sight enough for them to meet without drawing attention.

"Be there in ten minutes, and you better be ready, we'll have to go really fast this time" John said, having received orders from the Guardians to make full speed to Oa.

"I am always ready"

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They took a taxi down to the docks, stopping near the cafe where they had lunch. They got off, while the driver waited for Claire to get back in.

"You sure you don't need me to come?" She couldn't let her precious source of money die.

"Claire, believe me if the Guardians decide to do anything to me, you would not be able to stop hundreds of Green Lanterns. You will stay back for now, it shouldn't take more than a day or two"

"How are you going to get out of there if you end up in trouble?"

"Don't worry, I have a plan"

Claire blinked.

He was going to get himself killed, wasn't he?

"Have it your way"

"Before I forget, go buy yourself a phone and call me" Miles handed her a card with his number on.

"Understood, I'll be waiting, and please don't get yourself killed out there. That would be a terrible look on my resume"

"I am reasonably sure nothing will go wrong, now off you go"

She nodded and got back on the taxi, heading to her spa appointment.

Miles walked to the entrance of the warehouse, spotting John leaning on a street lamp.

"John, there you are"

"Miles, gotta say you really kicked of a hornet's nest, the Guardians almost came here but I convinced them it wasn't worth the trouble"

"Seems I have their attention"

"Yeah, they also ordered me not to speak of this matter without explicit orders again. Real hush-hush"

"Let's not keep them waiting"

They moved to the alley and seconds later shot upwards to space, heading to Oa, Headquarters of the Green Lantern Corps.

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John was focused during the entire journey to Oa, moving way faster than last time the two of them had traveled together.

Miles didn't want to disturb the Lantern, and decided to recap his knowledge regarding the Guardians.

Having created the Green Lantern Corps with the sole purpose of bringing order to the galaxy, they all acted without emotion, only caring for the Lantern Corps as a whole, while Ganthet, the outlier, cared about individuals as well.

Chances are, they would use force to learn what Miles knew if they couldn't reach a deal.

Oa came into vision soon, a planet of white and blue, located at the center of the galaxy, with the extremely advanced technology of the Guardians and their beliefs making itself present on the planet.

The Guardian's city, with architecture so alien and skyscrapers taller than any on Earth doting the planet, was beyond the imagination of humanity. They entered the atmosphere at full speed, heading straight to the square where the Main Power Battery and the Guardians were.

John landed first, gently lowering the bubble to the ground and letting Miles out, who

Already, a group awaited them, Kilowog and the future leader of the Yellow Lantern Corps, Sinestro amongst several other aliens.

"So this is the human that warned us huh? He doesn't look like much" Kilowog, a towering alien with bulging muscles, a face remnant of a bulldog and a skin like a porcine, many considered the geneticist alien a brute with no intelligence, a fatal mistake on their part.

"Appearances can be deceiving Kilowog, you should know better than me" Miles rebutted, watching the alien nod in agreement.

"I am more curious about what you said that has the Guardians acting so out of the norm?" Thaal Sinestro, a tall Korugarian with a pencil moustache who looked extremely similar to a human with his red skin being the only difference, asked, watching Miles like a hawk.

"You couldn't meet my price Sinestro, best leave it to the Guardians" Miles said, while didn't have anything against Sinestro yet he definitely would if the alien came to Earth causing trouble.

Sinestro just turned his head to the right, watching the hundreds of Lanterns going and coming.

"Let's go in before the Guardians get impatient and come themselves" Kilowog said, leading them inside.

"Hey, don't piss them off" John called out in a joking manner.

"I'll try not to" He replied back.

He didn't come here to cause trouble after all.

 

[Mastersgt]

Is the MC planning to stay just a "normal" Human? Or will he be enhancing/altering himself at all? There are a TON of ways to change himself. From Technology to magic to Divine intervention. He could become a Kryptonian, then remove his weaknesses, he could study Magic, make himself Immortal in a number of ways, or just enhance himself with a serum or something.

 

[Samael61]

Hello there,

If you enjoy my stories you can read advanced chapters in my patreon page

Commander Shepard, The Greatest to Ever Live, a Mass Effect story where Shepard is greater than ever,

Geek's Guide to Thriving in a Low End Fantasy World a Robert Baratheon OC SI in an AU,

Her Eternal Excellency, a Genshin Impact and ASOIAF crossover, Raiden Ei Reborn as Argella Durrandon,

and DCU:Blacklist, a Raymond Reddington inspired OC SI using his knowledge for his own advantage, as well as the rest of the world

All stories are five chapters ahead.

Thank you in advance.

---

Oa

The Guardians' Council Chamber

If Miles had to describe the Guardians to a human who had never heard of them before, Papa Smurfs without the hats would be his first choice.

"Miles Beckett of Earth, welcome to Oa." One of the Guardians greeted. Miles wasn't even going to pretend to know their names.

"Thank you."

"Lantern Stewart has informed us regarding your knowledge of Blackest Night. We are listening." Miles was sure they forgot to ask what he wanted in return on purpose.

"Has he not informed you it wasn't free this time?" Half the reason he informed them about the Manhunters was to prove his reliability.

"You would bargain for the future of the universe?" The voice would have sounded offended if the Guardians weren't such staunch advocates for not feeling emotions.

"I am not bargaining. I have my terms: you either accept them and I relay to you what I know, or you don't and I leave, simple as that." Miles said this was a business transaction with clear terms; if anyone was bargaining, it was them.

"What are your terms?" One of them said after they discussed it for a couple of minutes amongst each other.

"100,000 Earth tons of processed gold in bars—now I know it is insulting to beings like you who are beyond material need, but Earth has barely learned to crawl, and we already have to deal with a ridiculous amount of threats, and that gold will be necessary. Also, I require a Green Lantern ring, and I need to take Larfleeze out for an errand. Of course, I will convince him myself; I just want you to not interfere." Miles knew the first part was easy; in fact, he could have asked for a planet made of gold, and the Guardians would have given it. It was his second and third terms that presented a problem.

"You know Agent Orange? Then you know it is vital he stays where he is." Larfleeze was a one-person Lantern Corps, which made him an extremely dangerous and lethal opponent, and the Guardians had to make do with convincing him to stay in the Vega system, as they had no other option that was worth the price they would pay.

"And he is vital to my plans, so if you want to know what will trigger Blackest Night, you will let him out, or you can try to figure it out yourselves." Miles said, knowing convincing the other side you will walk away if you don't get what you want would press them into a corner.

"Perhaps we should contain you until you are ready to speak." One with a receding hairline suggested, receiving contemplating glances.

"Do you know what is in this briefcase?" Miles held it out. If the Smurfs resorted to threats, so would he.

"Our scans detected nothing in it." Source of valuable information or not, the Guardians weren't going to let anyone walk into the Council Chambers before guaranteeing their safety.

"Because the object inside is from the Antimatter Universe, and your rings cannot scan something that shouldn't exist, you should know that, after all, Krona was the one who created it," Miles said, ruffling the figurative feathers of the Guardians.

"What is in it then?" The Guardians became alert. What the human said was correct: after Krona created the Antimatter Universe, they had ceased all the activities that might give their lost brethren a way back into this universe, and their knowledge of the inner workings of that universe was lacking.

"A beacon to summon the Anti-Monitor for a short while to this universe, and I won't hesitate to use it if you think you can imprison me." Miles said,

"Anti-Monitor? We are not familiar with it." The one who suggested imprisoning Miles said knowing anything from that universe would have dire effects on this one.

"An extremely powerful being capable of destroying universes, and already innumerable universes have met oblivion at his hands. Now, since he will be here for a short amount of time, the universe will be safe, but I can't say the same for Oa."

"You are bluffing." Miles could see the beginnings of worry in their demeanor. He had them.

"Perhaps I am, perhaps I am not. The only way to find out is to open the briefcase. If I am bluffing, nothing happens; if I am not, you will have to fight and risk your lives. So let me ask you, is it worth the risk? After all, Larfleeze is a known quantity, whereas Blackest Night and Anti-Monitor are not. Miles steered the conversation back to the matter.

The Guardians started to discuss the pros and cons of whether imprisoning the human was worth the trouble. The human knew things he had no business knowing; who could say he didn't have the means to actually bring a creature from the Antimatter Universe?

Better to fight the enemy they knew than the one they did not.

"You have made your point; you will have your gold, and we will allow Agent Orange to leave the Vega system for this one instance. However, rings are not given; they choose their bearers." The one with the Elvis Presley hair agreed for the entire council after they finished their discussion.

"You are the creator of the rings; I am positive you can hand me one." Not like he was going to use the ring.

"What is it that you want the ring for if you cannot use it?" Yoda's blue cousin spoke, wondering what fate awaited the ring.

"Personal business" Realizing Miles wasn't going to explain further, the Guardians looked at each other for confirmation; eventually, they all gave their consent.

"We agree to your terms."

"Then ask, and you shall receive."

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Three Hours Later

Miles explained everything he remembered about Nekron, how he was in a dimension of his own, his powers, and how the death of an immortal would create a paradox and unleash the Lord of the Unliving into the universe so he may bring blackest night and end all life. He mentioned the Entity, which the Guardians were aware of, and how it created the White Lantern Corps by fusing with any existing Lantern, regardless of where they stood in the Emotional Spectrum.

As killing what was basically the ultimate death wasn't possible, the only way to defeat him was to seal the rift between dimensions with Nekron on the other side.

He couldn't mention Krona's death explicitly but did warn them that since the Maltusians were immortal, they should be extremely careful when putting themselves in mortal danger.

Even for the Guardians of the Universe, it was a lot to take, so they decided it was for the best if Miles stayed on Oa for a couple more days.

"I must say you have given us a lot to consider." A Guardian followed him, and from the way he looked troubled, Miles reckoned he was Ganthet, probably the favorite Guardian of many Green Lanterns.

"The multiverse could be a dark and dangerous place."

"Indeed." The immortal Maltusian sighed, knowing it was their scientific research that created it in the first place.

"I have also wanted to speak to you regarding your payment. When and where do you want us to deliver the gold?"

"I'll give you the coordinates, and I cannot stress this enough, but be extremely discreet. I don't want the Justice League or the government questioning why the Green Lanterns delivered thousands of tons of gold to me."

"Are you not allied with them?"

"I am, but I also have my own methods to ensure Earth's survival."

"We will be discreet then."

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Sometimes in groups, sometimes individually, the Guardians came to ask questions about the prophecy, and he did his best to answer. At the end of day two of his visit to Oa, the Guardians had enough and thought it best to send Miles back to Earth.

"Miles Beckett, we are grateful for both instances you have supplied us with your knowledge, and you will have your negotiated fee. To that end, Ganthet will coordinate with you regarding the delivery. This communication device will allow you to contact him directly."

"That is wonderful to hear; nothing like a clean and simple trade deal to satisfy both sides."

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"Finally done?" John was taken off duty for the duration of Miles' stay in Oa and had spent time with his fellow Lanterns while waiting.

"Yes, with how sensitive the whole matter is, no surprise it took a couple of days, but I am ready to go back to Earth. The sky here is dreadfully boring," Miles complained in a mocking tone.

"Hope you didn't tell that to the Guardians," John shot back, smiling.

"I am not daft, John."

"Let's go back then." John began to levitate, raising his ring.

"You did keep this matter silent, right?"

"The Guardians wanted it that way." John would have spoken to the League about the deal, but his bosses told him to keep it quiet, and it's not like he saw any harm.

"Well then, my interstellar chauffeur, take me back to Metropolis, please."

John shook his head, enveloping Miles in a green bubble.

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Their journey back to Earth didn't require any haste, and John took the opportunity to ask more questions.

"So, how do we defeat this Nekron if he gets out?"

"You drag him back to the dimension he crawled out from and seal the breach."

"No other way?"

"John, Nekron is the final death for life; every single soul that dies passes through his dimension, regardless of their religion or lack of one. He is the physical manifestation of the concept of death as a cosmic certainty. As long as there is death, he will exist, so no," Miles replied, quoting the description he had read from the wiki.

"And here I thought dealing with the Imperium was bad."

"They are but a blip in the cosmos, John."

That didn't fill the Green Lantern with confidence.

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Metropolis

Landing back on Earth after two days on Oa, Miles checked his phone for a call from Claire. He called the number back, and Claire answered after a couple of seconds.

"Hey, Miles. Glad to see you're alive." She spoke with a drawl, sounding incredibly relaxed.

"Claire, I hope you're not indulging in recreational substances out in the open."

"What?! No, I am just getting a massage, that's all," she replied, flustered and suddenly fully aware.

"Already enjoying the luxuries the capitalist system provides, I see. I will be at the hotel in half an hour; be ready by then." They would be heading to Massachusetts for the gold shipment.

"Understood."

Miles ended the call, calling for a taxi to the hotel.

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Metropolis Grand Hotel

Claire opened the door for Miles as the young man got out of the car.

"What do you think?" She posed with her hands on her waist.

In a two-piece black and red suit showing her belly with a keyhole and no arms, along with red gloves and high-heeled boots, she cut a rather eye-catching figure.

"If you can fight in those boots, then I have to admit you are smoldering." Miles made a pun, watching Claire roll her eyes, but still pleased.

"So how did your business go?"

"Swimmingly, we need to be at Massachusetts for the Green Lanterns to bring the gold."

"Right, you did mention that last time, but who exactly did you meet out there?"

"They are called the Guardians of the Universe, immortal aliens who made it their goal to bring order to the galaxy, and the leader of the Green Lantern Corps."

"So, space cops?"

"Yes, most would describe them as such. Now, have you received your ID yet?"

"Here." She held it out, happy to have a part of her life taken by the society back.

"Perfect timing."

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Metropolis International Airport

Renting a private jet and burning quite a bit of money to expedite the process, Miles and Claire were in the air in an hour.

Metropolis and Massachusetts were relatively close, so their flight wasn't going to take long.

"Mmm, this is rather good. Are you sure you don't want a glass?" Claire sipped the champagne, enjoying the expensive brand.

"No, I don't have good memories when it comes to alcohol." He refused, lying on the cozy seat with his hat covering his eyes.

"Why? Drunk father or something?" She asked, swirling the glass.

"Mother, actually, she married the college genius, unaware he only married her to fulfill the expectations our circle of acquaintances and my grandparents put on him. She resorted to drinking when I was four years old or so," he explained, seeing it as a good way to build rapport with Claire.

"What happened after that?" She lost her smile, seeing Miles was in the same boat as her.

"My father died when I was sixteen, and she disappeared with her young lover, taking most of the estate," he explained. Miles, having seen what a real family was from his friends in school, didn't shed any tears over either event.

"You too, huh?" She was sympathetic to his struggles, not that Miles saw them as such.

"Indeed."

"What did you do after that?" Knowing him, it was definitely something grand.

"I blackmailed a high-ranking banking executive, graduated college, and I am now busy trying to save the world." Claire blinked at the blunt admission, wanting to know the details, but she was more curious about the rest of his family.

"What about your grandparents? Didn't they offer any help?"

"Anything they offered would come with a leash around my neck, and I might have just strangled them with it." While they were worlds apart now, he still remembered the elitist, stuck-up old coots who cared more about their status than their children and ended up raising single-minded garbage in human form.

"That's brutal." She too had considered revenge against her parents but didn't know if she could do it, though something told Claire that Miles would.

"Suddenly getting cold feet, Claire?" Miles teased her guard.

"No, actually I find it rather hot. What about your mother? Aren't you worried she might show herself if you get famous?" She winked, bantering for the fun of it rather than any desire.

"We won't be seeing her again, ever." Miles said with certainty, knowing Claire would take it the wrong way, but it would stop her from getting nosy.

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"Well said. Here, your ring, but as you had already been informed, you cannot use it, not unless the ring chooses you," Ganthet warned, handing him a green box.

Miles opened the box, seeing the ring sitting on a black cushion, before it floated up, glowing green.

"Miles Beckett of Earth," it began, before Miles raised the box and shut the ring back in.

"Oh my," Ganthet said with wonder, eyes shining. He was curious if the ring would choose the human; after all, someone with a weak will would not be able to stand before the Guardians and threaten them.

"Don't look too hopeful; I am not good at taking orders from anyone." Miles had no intention of playing space cop.
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Massachusetts

They would be spending a couple of days at the bunker; as such, supplies were necessary.

Food, water, entertainment, beds and furniture, replacing the kitchen cabinets, cooking utensils and cutlery, a gas stove, getting utilities back on, and, most importantly, an AC unit.

Miles rented a truck and hired people to carry and set up the furniture first while he and Claire were having a conversation away from any potential prying ears.

"How are you going to sell that much gold? I mean, is there anyone who has the money to buy it all at once?" Claire asked, leaning on the wall, observing as the workers lowered a bed down the hatch and hauled it off inside.

"Selling that much gold in a single transaction would make it virtually worthless, shake up the economy, and draw undue attention to us, not to mention it is impossible. I'll sell it over time, piece by piece; that way gold retains its value, and I will have insurance for decades in the event of financial struggles," Miles explained, having already planned to visit the local branch of Metropolis Gold Exchange to see how much they could buy.

"Thinking really long term then. What are we doing next?" She asked, getting bored just lazing around.

"Set up a secret operations base, recruit some more people, and start building the foundations of a spy empire and a company." Miles would need an operations base for a spy network, somewhere where people couldn't track him.

"Who is first on the list?" The pyrokinetic asked, itching for action.

"Zalika from Korogoro, Kenya. She is working with a gang right now and will be our hacker. Ratcatcher is currently stuck in Belle Reve, but I should be able to get her out with a good enough lawyer." Miles was sure Zalika could be convinced, whether by saving her brother if he was alive or offering her revenge if he was not. As for Ratcatcher 2, he had no information regarding the nature of her incarceration, but people with worse crimes got off with a slap on the wrist, provided they knew who to bribe or blackmail.

"Ratcatcher? What do you need her for?" Claire asked, having heard of the metahuman mentioned during Project Firestorm, as there were plans to weaponize her rats.

"Think about it, if a rat enters LexCorp to bug the place, will they think it is a spy problem or a rat problem?" Miles asked rhetorically.

"Can her rats do that?" She asked, They were rodents, after all.

"Strap a well-camouflaged harness on the rats with a camera; they can carry and drop the bugs somewhere discreet." He was going to need to find someone to work on surveillance devices. Perhaps he could find Ivo?

"Provided you can get her out and she agrees to work for you." She shrugged. Someone sent to Belle Rive wouldn't agree to play that easily.

"There is no shortage of people with meta powers to recruit Claire."

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Close to night, when the city was slowing down, and after everything was settled, Miles activated the comms device given by the Guardians.

Ganthet answered, and a green hologram of his smiling face appeared over the device.

"Greetings, Miles Beckett. I presume you are ready for your end of the bargain?"

"Indeed, I am. You can bring the payment to my current coordinates." Miles nodded; he was running out of the ten million he earned from Bruce Wayne.

"Very well, several Lanterns will be bringing the gold and the ring, and worry not, as promised we will take great care to be discreet." Ganthet assured him, as the Maltusian wasn't as much a stickler for rules as his brethren were.

"I will be waiting then."

The hologram winked out, leaving him alone in the area they had designed as the living room.

"Good news, the Guardians are bringing the gold," he said to Claire, who had already started on the Chinese takeout.

"Really fancy place you found, Miles, besides the lack of sunlight." She swallowed the noodles, motioning around the room with her fork.

"Well built to withstand a nuclear winter and alien invasions to some degree, such a tragedy the man in question went bankrupt during the construction." Miles sat down as well, opening his noodles and taking the chopsticks out of the packet.

"You know, I was wondering something: why didn't you just convince Green Lantern to help you get the gold?" She was puzzled; after all, if those rings were that capable, why go to all that trouble in the first place?

"Ask him to hand me enough wealth to beggar the richest individuals on this planet, just because we happen to be friends? I don't know about you, but I am not the type to enjoy the thought of owing debts, much less to my friends," Miles said after swallowing his bite.

"Would it be a debt though, since you are asking a friend?" Come to think of it, she didn't have any friends, not since middle school.

"Asking a friend to buy you coffee is fine; asking him to give you a trillion dollars, even if it doesn't cost him anything, is not."

"Guess you're right." She shrugged, deciding her food was more important than a philosophical discussion over friendship.

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Orbs of dim green light appeared in the distance after a couple of hours, approaching the bunker.

Ganthet and Green Lanterns of several different species carrying tens of thousands of gold bars with the power of their rings slowly floated down.

"Hello, Miles Beckett," Ganthet greeted with a shallow nod, examining the surrounding area as this was the first time he visited Earth.

"Ganthet, wonderful to see you again. You can start moving the gold inside; Claire here will guide the Lanterns," Miles said, gesturing to the fiery young woman with his hand.

"You as well." The Maltusian nodded, and the Green Lanterns began to follow Claire down the hatch.

It was a scene straight out of a cartoon as gold bars floated inside the bunker in a line, going on and on.

"This has been an interesting first experience for me and the rest of the Guardians as well," Ganthet commented, standing next to Miles and watching.

"One should always aspire to try new things to avoid a monotone life."

"Well said. Here, your ring, but as you had already been informed, you cannot use it, not unless the ring chooses you," Ganthet warned, handing him a green box.

Miles opened the box, seeing the ring sitting on a black cushion, before it floated up, glowing green.

"Miles Beckett of Earth," it began, before Miles raised the box and shut the ring back in.

"Oh my," Ganthet said with wonder, eyes shining. He was curious if the ring would choose the human; after all, someone with a weak will would not be able to stand before the Guardians and threaten them.

"Don't look too hopeful; I am not good at taking orders from anyone." Miles had no intention of playing space cop.

"Pity, I believe you would make an excellent Lantern." Ganthet smiled, delighted at Miles' displeasure.

"And I believe in having a good relationship with law enforcement; it doesn't mean I want to be a direct part of it." The profession, no matter the scope, had too many rules and regulations for him.

"Well, here is hoping for a fruitful future," Ganthet said, thinking along the same vein.

With the speed of the Lanterns, it took barely an hour for the entire fortune to be settled in the bunker, and they prepared to return to Oa, with wishes of further cooperation.

"You know, even watching this was tiring," Claire muttered. Seeing all that wealth float before her eyes, she was ecstatic at first, but after a while it got tiring.

"Take a room and rest, Claire; we have much to do tomorrow."

"My pleasure."

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The next morning, Miles had awakened early and prepared breakfast, since Claire's skills in cooking were nonexistent.

The said woman came out, looking as if death warmed over, before sitting down and laying her head on the brand-new dinner table.

"Morning," she muttered, yawning.

"Not a good one, it seems," Miles commented, flipping the last pancake.

"Sue me, I had to adhere to a strict military schedule for years, but now I feel like I could sleep for days," she mumbled contentedly, eyes closed.

"Sorry to burst your bubble, but I have to exchange some of this gold, and you are coming with me." Placing the last sweet goodness on the top, he added berries and poured maple syrup over it.

"How are we going to get it all out anyway? Are we hiring people again?" Claire raised her head, watching the man work his magic on the kitchen counter.

"No, that would be just putting up a sign asking to be robbed. There is a service lift at the back that needs repairs. We'll get it fixed, buy a forklift and a truck, and handle everything ourselves," Miles explained while adding a touch of butter on the top of the pancake tower.

"Maybe you should hire someone with enhanced strength?"

"You didn't think this job would be one of leisure and indulgence, did you?" Miles turned to her, giving a deadpan look.

"No." She yawned, eyes widening with appreciation as Miles passed a plate of fluffy pancakes to her, along with a glass of freshly squeezed orange juice.

"Hacker, information broker, an excellent cook, and rich? Whoever marries you is going to live like a queen."

"I will take that as a compliment."

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Getting an entirely new supply lift was not easy, as the nearest shop was twenty miles away and booked for weeks.

Thankfully, money had a mysterious way of solving problems. Miles offered to pay thrice their hourly rate if they could bring his appointment forward and be at his address as soon as possible.

An hour later, the mechanics already started working on dismantling the old lift. Miles wanted it done fast, and they were delivering.

Once it was operational and the mechanics had been paid their due, they visited the nearest car dealership for a truck with a large enough trailer to transport literal tons of gold.

Thankfully he had the mind to register himself in the NDR and just had to pay a small fee to get a brand-new and, most importantly, legal driver's license.

A red semi truck later, they headed to a trailer dealership this time, buying one with a twenty-ton cargo capacity, which would mean about two hundred million dollars' worth of gold.

Next they bought a forklift and loaded it onto the truck, and at noon Miles and Claire stood before the Massachusetts branch of Metropolis Gold Exchange with a briefcase carrying a single gold bar as a sample.

A large, golden-brown building with a dome, it had two statues in front of it, one on the right and the other on the left.

The entrance had four columns of the same color, as if they were protecting the building, though none attempted to rob the place as it was well protected, and all the gold was shipped to the HQ at Metropolis at regular intervals.

The inside was noticeably cooler than the outside, but not to the point of being uncomfortable. The ground was pure white marble polished enough that one could see their reflection clearly.

Taking a ticket, Miles waited for his turn, watching lines slowly but steadily trickle away, and eventually his number lit up.

"Hello and welcome to Massachusetts Gold Exchange. How may I help you today?" The clerk smiled, though it did not reach her eyes.

" I wish to exchange large quantities of gold. Can you inform someone with the appropriate authority?" Miles said, and the clerk went on full alert now that such an important client had come.

"How much gold do you wish to exchange? Depending on the amount, we can call our branch manager," she mentioned, taking him seriously now.

"Depends on how much this fine establishment can buy." Miles leaned on the counter while the clerk—Samantha—hastily dialed the phone and called her superior.

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"Orm, King Arthur's brother, has been planning a coup for a long time, along with General Brak. He also has a WMD called the Doomsday Thermal Reactor and probably is using the plutonium to power it" Miles said after thinking for a couple of seconds, remembering the names.

"That doesn't sound good" Superman said, dread settling in his stomach.

"It was a last resort to melt the polar caps and flood the globe, should the worst befall Atlantis due to us surface dwellers. We need to inform King Arthur of the coup and put a stop to this" Miles warned, his tone making the team feel the danger the situation presented.

"How do we do that? We would just be strangers accusing his brother of treason" Wonder Woman asked, having met the King of Atlantis first hand, and saying he was aggressive would be a misunderstatement.

"Arrange me a meeting with him, I am sure I can convince him" Miles offered. Aquaman didn't hesitate to cut his own hand off to save his son, and would definitely take any threat against him seriously.
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