"This is too much…" They walked down an underground path long since forgotten, the air thick and stale around them. Superman and David moved slowly, taking in the sight of the countless lifeless bodies strewn along the way—children reduced to nothing more than toys for someone else's sick pleasure, then callously discarded in this hidden place. The scene was brutal and quiet, each ruined life a silent indictment of how deep the rot ran.
"Hey, T, mind coming here to collect the DNA of these remains? I believe the families of these children should at least know," David called Mister Terrific using his phone. Mister Terrific answered and agreed, immediately preparing himself to head over and begin the work
[TheGreatSageEqualYoNone] — man, this is dark. How the hell have Superman and the other heroes not found this before? Better yet, what has the FBI even been doing all these years?
[JOyJOyJoy] — It breaks my soul watching this. I can't imagine what those poor kids went through. As a mother, picturing my children being one of them… I can't stop crying.
[SuperMan001] — Fuck, wasn't the USA supposed to be one of the more peaceful, less messed-up places? When did it get this dark?
It was a scene that left countless Americans crushed, their hearts heavy as they watched. David had forced the gang leaders he captured to help uncover the truth, and together they revealed an underground network that stretched far beneath the country. No one knew how long it had been there—or how many people had known and simply turned a blind eye. The realization was devastating. It was sad, horrifying even, to think about how deep the corruption and neglect had truly gone.
"You don't seem shocked about this," Superman said lightly, noticing how calm David remained while walking through the tunnel.
David gave a small nod in response. "With how the system is, why would I trust the people who built it?" he asked lazily, his tone blank and detached. "People in power will always abuse their power sooner or later—it's only natural. Everyone craves some kind of thrill, and when you have all that power in your hands, what exactly is off the menu?"
"That's a dark way of seeing things… let's speed things up. I can't look at this anymore," Superman said softly, his voice low with discomfort.
In response, David quietly raised his hand and cast Blue. In an instant, the gang members were pulled forward by the force, the world blurring around them as they moved faster than any of them could comprehend. Within minutes, they reached the end of the tunnel.
There, an airstrip came into view. Several airplanes sat waiting—some openly used for public flights, while others were clearly reserved for smuggling operations.
They made their way toward the airfield, only to find the scene already handled. Every person there had been beaten and restrained, locked up, and waiting as if anticipating their arrival. Confused by what they were seeing, Superman and David began scanning the area for clues. No goods appeared to be missing, but then David's eyes landed on a stack of papers left neatly on a table.
"Looks like someone got here before the evidence got destroyed," David said, one eyebrow raised as he studied the scene.
"You were too slow." The deep voice came from his side, low and calm, and David instantly reacted—his body tensing as he jumped back, ready for a fight. But the moment his eyes locked onto the figure emerging from the shadows, his guard relaxed.
Batman stepped forward, his presence silent yet heavy. Even Superman, standing nearby, looked genuinely surprised. All his sharp senses—his hearing, his vision, his awareness—had been useless. None of them had picked up Batman's approach. The Dark Knight had simply appeared, as if the shadows themselves had carried him in.
"How? My senses should have picked you up," David said, disbelief written across his face. Someone that stealthy shouldn't even exist—not to him.
"Because I'm Batman," came the calm, matter-of-fact reply.
David stared at him for a long second, speechless, before finally nodding as if that answer somehow made perfect sense. "Fair enough," he muttered under his breath.
"So, what have you found?" David asked, turning his attention back to the stack of papers as he picked them up, flipping through the first few pages with curiosity.
"This location isn't just for transporting goods; it's also used to export them," Batman explained, his tone calm but edged with disgust. "From what I've gathered, it's mostly wealthy and influential people involved—those with a taste for children."
David's expression didn't change. He simply walked over to a nearby vending machine, slipped in a coin, and waited for the familiar clunk before pulling out a can of soda. Cracking it open, he took a slow sip while listening.
"Is there a reason why you drink so much?" Batman asked, his eyes narrowing slightly, clearly analyzing David and perhaps testing for a weakness.
"Naw, I just like being able to eat unhealthy without worrying about getting fat," David said with a small grin before taking another sip of his soda. "Plus, sugar keeps my brain active. When the crash hits, I get the best sleep of my life."
Superman blinked, utterly speechless. "All of this… is just so you can sleep?" he asked, his tone caught somewhere between disbelief and amusement.
"Yup," David replied cheerfully, smiling as if it were the most reasonable thing in the world.
"So, do you know the name of those behind it?" Superman asked, shifting the topic back to what mattered most. Batman nodded and began to list names—dozens of billionaires and influential figures—each one landing like a blow and leaving everyone watching the stream horrified.
"I will deal with the U.S. problem first," David said, folding his arms across his chest as he stared at the pile of evidence, "and I will handle the rest of the world in one month."
"The USA government permitted you to act in the USA, even if they allow you to act outside, you have no authority," Batman said, his voice low and warning as he laid out the legal limits. David simply shrugged in response, unconcerned by the restrictions placed on him.
"Can the world stop me if I go out and cause trouble?" David asked with a casual shrug.
"I will stop you," Batman said plainly. David only shrugged again, a small smile on his face, clearly not much bothered by the warning.
"You're free to act, mainly because I'm a big fan of Batman. I respect what you're doing in Gotham," David said with a faint smile, holding out his hand. "Give me a call if you ever need a hand. I'll come help—and I'll play by your rules."
Batman studied him for a moment before taking the offered hand in a firm grip. "Well, I support what you're doing, even if I'm against the idea of taking a life," he said evenly. "I have to return to Gotham, but I'll take you up on that offer when the time comes."
David nodded in acknowledgment, watching as Batman turned and disappeared back into the shadows from which he came.
[TheFlash] — Superman, I've got everyone rounded up. Batman filled me in, and I'm just waiting on that evidence. I'm risking a lot by catching them before they can run.
[AnimeGod12] — Holy shit, The Flash is actually watching? No way! The first stream and we're already seeing all these heroes in one place. Imagine if they all teamed up!
[StarGod299] — I kinda hope that day never comes. Can you imagine how bad things would have to get for every one of them to be in the same fight?
Everyone on the stream lit up at the appearance of another hero—first it had been Batman, and then the excitement shifted when The Flash spoke up and announced his presence. The system flagged the Flash's message as important, and David noticed the alert immediately. Surprised that the speedster had not only commented but had acted, David didn't hesitate; he teleported straight to where The Flash was reported to be.
It didn't take long. Influencers and accomplices tied to the trafficking network were being rounded up, and before long, countless names and faces were locked away. David made a point of broadcasting a warning as well: when the one-month deadline passed, those like the powerful and corrupt people he'd exposed would be first on his list — it was better, he told them plainly, that they stay in jail.
As for the remaining names on the list—those operating outside the United States—the evidence was turned over to international authorities. Within hours, governments across the globe were forced to acknowledge it, and soon, countless citizens poured into the streets demanding justice. Entire nations saw protests, demonstrations, and public outcry unlike anything before, as people realized the scale of corruption buried within the world's elite... well, it wasn't corruption, more like the disgusting things people were into.
Ironically, David's earlier comments had revealed his clear disdain for the people. He had once claimed that even if the truth was exposed, the average citizen wouldn't act—that they would stay silent, content to live under the heel of those in power. But for once, humanity proved him wrong. The people moved, and David acknowledged it.
As David said during one of his streams, "What power does a billionaire have if the people ignore it? What is a king without his citizens? That saying means one thing—it's the lower class that allows the high class to stand on their backs and call themselves powerful. Meaning it's the lower class's duty to shake the foundation when things go wrong."
His words spread like wildfire, replayed across news stations and social media worldwide. Many took it as a call to action, a reminder that power only holds meaning when people choose to obey it.