[A/N: I've been tired as of late. Writing the chapters is easy, but it's a pain going through them before posting them. It sucks the life right out of me.]
David sat back in a chair, his body still, while his eyes remained locked on the events unfolding all over the world. At this moment, there were two main situations taking place, each one carrying its own weight.
The first was that Superman had been arrested. He was being held inside a pocket dimension created to restrain meta-humans, a place built specifically to keep people like him trapped and contained.
The second was the conflict steadily growing between Boravian and Jarhanpurian, a struggle that was beginning to escalate further as time passed.
For now, David made his decision. He would go to save Superman. His reason was simple: in the movie, Superman had only barely managed to escape that dimension. David couldn't be certain if his presence had already caused some kind of butterfly effect, one that might weaken Superman's chances and lead him to lose the battle entirely—leaving him forever trapped within that pocket dimension.
Removing his blindfold, David focused completely on the world around him, his senses stretching outward as he searched carefully. He concentrated on the faint disturbances, the subtle ripples in space-time, knowing that one of them would eventually reveal the entrance to the pocket dimension. The moment he locked onto it, he wasted no time, instantly teleporting toward the location.
The transition was seamless, but no sooner had he arrived than a sudden beam shot directly at his chest. It surged forward with precision, only to halt midair, frozen in place just before it could strike him. David's eyes shifted to the source of the attack, recognizing the floating orbs belonging to Mister Terrific.
From within the gateway that connected to the pocket dimension, Mister Terrific's head snapped back sharply, his gaze landing on David. The reaction was immediate, his body language making it clear that he was ready to fight an enemy.
"I came to help Superman," David said with a casual wave, his tone light, far too friendly. The gesture only deepened Mister Terrific's frown. His expression carried hesitation, unsure if David's words could be trusted. Yet his attention wasn't solely on David—it was fixed on the beam that had frozen just inches away from its target. The fact that it had stopped midair, held in place as though the laws of physics had been denied, unsettled him far more than David's smile.
"I will go find Superman," David continued softly, his voice calm as his uncovered eyes scanned the pocket dimension. Without hesitation, his figure vanished as he teleported away.
Mister Terrific's head jerked forward in shock. He had just seen David move inside the pocket dimension as if its boundaries didn't exist, as if shifting from one place to another was effortless. But that should have been impossible. David had crossed from one space-time to another, something teleportation alone could not explain. To Mister Terrific, the only thing that made sense was extreme speed. David had to have moved so fast that it looked like he teleported.
"Wait…" Mister Terrific started, his voice carrying the intent to stop David, to demand answers, to pull some kind of information from him. But before the words could fully leave his mouth, David vanished, disappearing from sight in an instant. Forced to react, Mister Terrific quickly commanded one of his drones forward, sending it racing after David in a desperate attempt to keep track of him.
'In this dimension, overflowing with black holes… I should be able to strengthen my control of space,' David thought, his sharp gaze sweeping across the strange and dangerous world around him. All throughout the pocket dimension, he could see massive vortices, swirling black holes that distorted the very fabric of existence. They pulled and twisted at everything nearby, threatening to consume without mercy. And beyond that, there was even an anti-proton river flowing through the dimension, its destructive current powerful enough to tear his body apart if he made the mistake of letting it so much as brush against him.
'I was able to improve my control of space after witnessing the entirely new dimensional flow of space-time,' David thought, his mind calmly dissecting what he had achieved. 'It allowed me to teleport inside this place without causing the portal itself to collapse or grow unstable… but it's still not enough. I need an opening, a true hole to slip through, if I want to teleport freely in and out between these two dimensions.'
Reaching out, his hand extended toward the anti-proton river. The instant it touched his Infinity, the current ripped through it, tearing apart the barrier as though it were paper.
David focused intently, narrowing his attention on the interaction, attempting to use the destructive force as a means of strengthening or even evolving Infinity. Yet, after a moment, he stopped, realizing it would not work. Still, his eyes continued to record everything in detail, imprinting the data deep within his mind. Growth did not always come in the moment; sometimes it came later, when reflection turned knowledge into mastery.
He even studied the countless black holes scattered across the dimension. Though they lacked the overwhelming might of their real counterparts, they still carried enough presence to be useful. Their patterns, their pull, their distortion—all of it could serve him in perfecting Blue. And perhaps one day, his technique would grow so absolute, so unyielding, that its very color would vanish into darkness, closing upon itself, just like a singularity from which even light could not escape.
But that was for a later day. David teleported far away, heading toward the place where he sensed a bright source of energy, something he knew could help Superman regain his strength. David already understood what was happening, and as expected, when he arrived, the scene matched his thoughts.
He appeared before a collection of see-through jails, cages that contained many criminals, along with others whom Luthor simply didn't like. Their faces and bodies were pressed against the transparent barriers, each one trapped within.
Amongst them was Superman, currently absorbing solar energy from Metamorpho. No one noticed David's arrival, since the cells were filled with noise—everyone was screaming for the guards, desperate not to be connected with whatever Superman and Metamorpho were doing.
Hey." Turning toward the jail cell opposite Superman, David gave a friendly wave at the prison guard inside. The man was clutching Metamorpho's baby tightly, using the child as leverage to force Metamorpho into obeying Luthor's orders. But with Metamorpho now openly disobeying, the guard was preparing to use the baby against him, ready to put the child in danger to regain control. That was when his eyes finally locked onto David—the white-haired man standing outside the jail cells, his beautiful, piercing blue eyes fixed squarely on the guard.