Chapter 27: Dark Knight's Warning
The pre-dawn hours in Gotham were a brutal assault, the harbor wind slicing through Jax Reed's tactical jacket like a serrated blade, carrying the bitter scent of brine, diesel, and rust. He crouched on a derelict warehouse rooftop, the metal vents shrieking in the gale, their high-pitched wail a relentless counterpoint to the city's low hum. His night-vision goggles clicked into place, the strap tight against his damp hair, as he prepped for the smuggling scout outlined dossier. "Gotham gloom matches my mood, but this wind's trying to flay me alive," he thought, flexing his hands to keep the blood flowing, his fingers stiff from the bone-deep chill. Evergreen's sticky heat was a distant memory, replaced by this raw, unforgiving cold that seemed to seep into his soul.
He pulled out a satellite phone, its weight reassuring in his gloved hand, and dialed the Peacemaker team. "Need a morale hit before I dive into Vought's mess," he thought, his breath steaming in the frigid air. Adebayo picked up, her voice warm but strained with early-morning exhaustion. "You're calling at four a.m. to complain about the temperature, Jax?" she asked, her lip-biting concern audible even over the crackling line.
"Close," Jax replied, his teeth chattering slightly. "This wind's a violation of my human rights. Gotham's climate is clinical depression in weather form. Any survival tips for dealing with its resident gloom king?" "Sarcasm levels rising, but I need the team's anchor," he thought, his fingers tightening on the phone.
Peacemaker's voice cut in, a profane growl that brought a grin to Jax's face. "Don't screw with Batman, man. Dude's got gadgets up the ass and a hard-on for justice. Keep your summons non-lethal, or he'll shove a batarang where the sun don't shine. Stay chill, chaos boy." The call, brief and brash, steadied Jax's nerves, rekindling the team bond forged psychic chaos. Adebayo added, "Be smart, Jax. Batman's a stickler for collateral damage. Don't poke the bat."
[SYSTEM: CUMULATE AT 1.]
[HOST MORALE BOOSTED.]
[NO POINTS EARNED.]
Jax stowed the phone, his fingers brushing the cold metal of his knife sheath, a mundane ritual to center himself. Below, three black vans rolled into the dockyard, their headlights cutting through the fog like blades. "Blood's red paint, time to get to work," he thought, sliding down a stack of wooden crates, his Agility 3 making the descent silent, his boots barely stirring the gravel.
The smugglers—six figures in heavy, Vought-grade gear—unloaded metallic cylinders with military precision, their movements sharp and disciplined. Medium danger, Jax assessed, the dossier's Vought ties confirmed by their tech-heavy rifles and the faint hum emanating from the cylinders. He tossed a flashbang grenade, its burst blinding the smugglers, their curses echoing in the dockyard's cavernous silence. "System! Summon Cate Dunlap! Bound to 'Mind-push guards'!" he whispered, his heart pounding with anticipation.
[SYSTEM: SUMMON PROTOCOL ACTIVATED.]
[CUMULATE: 1.]
[DANGER LEVEL: MEDIUM.]
[SPECIFIC SUMMON: CATE DUNLAP.]
[SP COST: 10.]
[WILLPOWER BREAK CHANCE: 10%.]
A sharp burst of burnt sugar filled the air, and Cate Dunlap materialized, her blonde hair wild, her hands clasped over her mouth in mid-scream. "Where am I?" she gasped, her voice trembling, her eyes darting in panic. Jax pointed at the stumbling smugglers. "Push their minds—make them run screaming in terror!" Cate's hands extended, a psychic ripple surging toward two guards, who dropped their crate, shouting, "We gotta get out!"
A massive shadow dropped from above, landing with a ground-shaking thud between Jax and the smugglers. Batman, his cape billowing like a storm cloud, stood as a monolithic presence, his white lenses glinting with cold suspicion. His aura was a tangible weight, radiating clinical distrust. Cate's psychic ripple hit him, dissolving against his willpower like water on granite, not even a flinch betraying his resistance.
[SYSTEM: CATE DUNLAP ABILITY CHECK: FAILED.]
[TARGET (BATMAN) WILLPOWER RESISTANCE: 98%.]
"Your chaos ends," Batman growled, his voice a gravelly, electronic rasp that cut through the smugglers' panic. He fixed Jax with a stare, his lenses narrowing. "Who are you, and what is that thing?"
Jax threw his hands up in mock surrender, his smirk defiant. "Me? Just a concerned citizen cleaning up Vought's remnants. Cate's a temp, very temp. Don't mind her existential crisis. Brood squad, assemble?" "Sarcasm levels rising, but this guy's a walking fortress," he thought, his pulse racing. A smuggler bolted with a briefcase, and Batman's batarang downed him with a thunk, but Jax seized the moment, snatching a fallen tablet with a silver cat-head logo, its cool metal a prize in his hand.
Cate vanished as her timer expired, leaving a faint burnt-sugar scent. Jax felt a mental sharpening, Cate's echo honing his focus like a blade. "From chaos to clarity," he thought, his mind clicking into gear.
[SYSTEM: SUMMON USED.]
[CUMULATE: 0.]
[SP COST: -10.]
[CURRENT SP: 360.]
[RESIDUAL ECHO: CATE DUNLAP (WILLPOWER).]
[WILLPOWER +1.]
[CURRENT WILLPOWER: 6.]
"Later, Batsy! Text me when you figure out what humor is!" Jax yelled, scaling a fire escape with Agility 3, the wind stinging his face, his movements fluid despite the adrenaline shaking his limbs. He vanished into the night, the tablet clutched tight, Batman's pursuit a fading echo.
In a grimy rooftop alcove blocks away, Jax caught his breath, his chest heaving, the wind tearing at his jacket. He fumbled for a granola bar, biting into it, only to cough as crumbs flew back into his face, the dry texture chalky and unpleasant. "Wind's a jerk, and this tastes like sand," he muttered, wiping his mouth, his clumsiness grounding the adrenaline rush. "Sarcasm levels rising, but I'm alive and richer," he thought, his fingers tracing the tablet's cat logo.
The tablet's data—Vought ledgers, manifest logs, mentions of "dimensional rifts" and "extractive tech"—linked directly to Arc 1's interdimensional leaks. A cryptic note about Clark's identity sparked a grin. "Lois's boyfriend's gonna hate me soon," he thought, the rivalry with Batman's brooding intensity still buzzing in his mind. Batman's "dimensional rifts" comment echoed, a mystery deepening, the cat logo screaming Catwoman's involvement. "From chaos to date night," he thought, his strategic focus sharpening as he planned his next move.
[SYSTEM: HOST SUCCESSFULLY EVADED HIGH-WILLPOWER THREAT.]
[INTELLIGENCE ANALYSIS: +15 SP.]
[CURRENT SP: 375.]
[WILLPOWER: 6.]
Jax pocketed the tablet, the city's lights glinting below like scattered knives. "Time to meet the cat," he murmured, the docks raid and a certain thief's agenda pulling him forward, the wind's howl a promise of more to come.
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