Three hours later…
After Deoxys vanished from the Justice League's scanners somewhere over the Atlantic Ocean, the heroes were left in a stunned silence. The aftermath of what they had witnessed weighed heavily on them, and all they could do now was wait—for their strongest member to regain consciousness so they could form a plan to counter the new threat.
While they waited, far from the eyes of the public or the League, another gathering was taking place.
Deep within a hidden facility, in a darkened chamber surrounded by glowing monitors, one man stood alone at the center. His face bore three long scars that cut down across his features, and his piercing eyes scanned the faces appearing on the surrounding screens. He wore a uniform that marked him as someone important—someone ancient. Vandal Savage, the immortal man who had lived since the dawn of humanity, looked every bit the commander of shadowy powers.
As the final screen flickered to life and revealed the last participant, Vandal folded his hands behind his back and addressed the group.
"At exactly two a.m. Eastern Time," he began, his voice calm but commanding, "something both fascinating and terrifying made its presence known."
The various expressions displayed on the monitors ranged from curious to indifferent. A few, however, revealed concern.
Lex Luthor leaned forward, his sharp gaze narrowing as he spoke next.
"From the footage my satellite captured, I can say with full confidence that this alien possesses remarkable abilities."
He uploaded the feed to the central display. A moment later, the room was filled with flickering images of Deoxys in motion—an elegant, destructive force, overwhelming Superman with speed and power. When the footage ended, silence reigned for several seconds.
Then a new voice broke in.
"So you're telling me this alien beat the world's strongest hero and just left Earth's atmosphere?" The speaker leaned back in his chair, his white suit nearly glowing in contrast to his skin, which was a smooth charcoal black, as if carved from obsidian. "Please tell me we can still track this thing."
Black Mask's voice held equal parts disbelief and frustration.
Luthor shook his head. "I'm afraid not. It disappeared after entering the Atlantic Ocean. All visual contact was lost. My best guess? It realized it was being watched."
"Hmph," Black Mask muttered, crossing his arms.
Another voice chimed in—calm, intelligent.
"That is a likely explanation," said Ultra-Humanite, the white-furred, cybernetically enhanced gorilla. "However, we must also consider that this being may have its own methods of masking itself."
No one argued the point, but without more data, speculation could only take them so far.
"Oh, who cares?" Klarion the Witch Boy groaned, floating upside down as he drifted across his screen. "It's just another native. Happens all the time."
"Meow," his familiar, Teekl, added helpfully.
"They know I meant alien!" Klarion snapped at the cat, earning a few groans from the others.
Vandal didn't indulge the witch boy's antics. He brought the meeting back on track with a cool intensity.
"I believe we should find this alien—and recruit it. A being capable of subduing Superman... such a weapon must not fall into the League's hands."
A ripple of agreement passed silently among the members. Aliens landing on Earth wasn't new. But one with this much power—and intelligence—was rare. Unlike the mindless brute that clashed with Superman last year, this one seemed deliberate. Calculated.
They couldn't let it slip through their fingers.
Slade Wilson, better known as Deathstroke, leaned into view. "I'll admit, having something like that on our side would tip the scales. But how exactly are we supposed to convince something we know nothing about?"
A fair question—and a troubling one. Convincing an unknown alien to join their cause with no knowledge of its motives or values was bordering on madness. But before the idea could be dismissed outright, another voice offered a different perspective.
"We watch from a distance," said Queen Bee smoothly. Her tone was calm, calculated. "Learn what it wants. Then, when the heroes aren't looking, we make contact—offer it something it can't refuse. Show it there are better paths than playing the hero."
Heads nodded in agreement. It was a patient plan. Smart. And with the collective brainpower in that room, locating the alien was only a matter of time.
Vandal allowed himself a small, satisfied smile.
"Then it's decided. For now, we observe. Luthor, keep monitoring your systems. Report anything that might help us locate it."
Luthor gave a curt nod. "You can count on me."
Vandal turned, casting his gaze across the glowing screens.
"Things are about to become far more interesting," he said. "Ensure your identities remain hidden. The last thing we need is for the League to discover the Light's involvement."
One by one, the screens flickered off as each member disconnected from the call. The room darkened, leaving Vandal Savage alone in silence.
He stood, fingers steepled beneath his chin, his mind racing with possibilities. One thought, however, echoed louder than the rest.
'This creature… it doesn't exist in any Green Lantern archives. Not even the Warworld data logs. I'm certain of it...'
His brows furrowed.
'So where did this alien come from?'
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Sorry for the late chapter! I haven't had as much time for a long chapter. The next one will definitely be longer. Hope to see everyone in the next chapter. Also if you have any ideas feel free to let me know. It's great to hear different ideas.
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