Marcus Unleashes the Ghost Tiger
The air in Marcus Queen's secret lab was thick with tension. The encounter with Talia al Ghul had stoked a fire inside him—a fire that only a few ever saw. As soon as she left his office, Marcus wasted no time. His fingers flew over the keyboard of his advanced computer system, encrypting a video message and stream of data meant for one recipient: Oliver Queen.
Through a quadruple-secured data stream, Marcus sent his brother everything—information about the League of Shadows, their involvement in Starling City, and their veiled threat against Oliver. Included in the transmission was the history of his own past run-ins with the League, details of the battles he had fought in secret. Oliver needed to understand just how deep this went.
Once the message was sent, Marcus stood, his expression stone cold. He had been playing the game carefully, trying to maneuver in the shadows without crossing the League. But now, they had crossed a line. They had threatened Oliver, and Marcus wasn't going to sit idly by any longer.
He turned to his AI system, Victory. "Victory, begin shutdown sequence. It's time for the League to feel what happens when they challenge the Ghost Tiger."
Victory: "Shutdown initiated. All non-essential systems offline. Preparing for assault mode."
Marcus walked over to a hidden compartment within the lab. Inside was his battle suit—sleek and black, designed for stealth and combat. But more importantly, it was enhanced with the abilities he had acquired over years of experimentation. The suit allowed him to elementalize his form, becoming a true manifestation of the "Ghost Tiger," a legend in the underworld few believed existed. Tonight, the legend would become very real.
Midnight – League of Shadows' Hidden Facility
The League of Shadows had a long history of operating in secret. Their stronghold in Starling City was a fortress, hidden beneath the city in an abandoned industrial complex, protected by layers of security and lethal assassins. But none of that mattered to Marcus now. He was beyond reason, beyond negotiation. The Ghost Tiger had been unleashed.
The facility was silent, the air thick with the presence of trained killers moving in the shadows. But the shadows themselves began to stir, an eerie mist creeping through the cracks of the facility's walls. Within the fog, a figure moved—larger than life, a beast, with gleaming eyes that burned through the darkness.
Marcus had taken the form of the Ghost Tiger, a massive beast with fur as dark as night, his muscles rippling with power. But this wasn't just a tiger. He had become a creature of elemental fury, capable of phasing between solid form and pure energy. As the mist thickened, the temperature in the facility plummeted.
The first wave of assassins never saw him coming.
Silent as a wraith, Marcus pounced, his claws tearing through the League's elite fighters like paper. His body flickered in and out of visibility, appearing solid one moment and then dissolving into a cold, vaporous mist the next. The assassins tried to fight back, but they were no match. One by one, they fell, their screams muffled in the cold air as they were torn apart by Marcus's elementalized claws.
Those who tried to flee were met with a wall of freezing air. Marcus's control over the elemental power of absolute zero allowed him to freeze everything in his path, sealing doors and passageways with thick layers of ice. There would be no escape.
The League's top fighters, those who had been trained by Ra's al Ghul himself, tried to mount a defense. But the Ghost Tiger was unstoppable. His roar echoed through the facility, a sound so deep and terrifying that it shook the very foundation of the building. The remaining assassins cowered in fear as they realized they weren't fighting a man—they were facing a force of nature.
With each step, Marcus left a trail of devastation behind him. His claws glowed with the cold fire of absolute zero, slicing through steel and bone alike. Blood and frost mingled on the ground as the Ghost Tiger moved through the facility, eliminating every last member of the League with surgical precision.
The final chamber was empty, save for a handful of high-ranking League officers. Marcus stood at the entrance, his massive form silhouetted by the pale light of the moon filtering through a cracked skylight. He could sense their fear. They knew they were already dead.
Without a word, Marcus let out a bone-shaking roar, his voice reverberating through the walls. The sound alone seemed to freeze the very air, and as the last of the officers tried to run, Marcus unleashed his final attack.
The temperature dropped to absolute zero, and the entire building was encased in a thick, impenetrable layer of ice. Walls, floors, ceilings—everything was frozen solid. The League members, trapped in their final moments of terror, were preserved in the icy tomb, their bodies frozen where they stood.
Marcus, now in his elementalized form, flowed through the sewers, the ice following him as he moved. He exited the facility through the sewer system, his body a swirling mist of cold energy. Before he left, Marcus paused at the entrance to the sewers, turning back toward the frozen building. With one final, thunderous roar, the ice surged, completely sealing the facility in a white glacier.
The Ghost Tiger had claimed its victory.
Return to Queen Consolidated
Hours later, Marcus stood back in his lab at Queen Consolidated, the cold energy still radiating from him as his form returned to normal. The mission had been successful. The League of Shadows' stronghold in Starling City was no more. But Marcus knew this was only the beginning. Ra's al Ghul would not let this go unanswered.
He sat down at his desk, his fingers tapping lightly on the surface. The League had underestimated him, thinking they could threaten his brother without consequences. Now, they would learn the hard way that no one—not even the League of Shadows—could cross Marcus Queen.
As he sat in silence, Victory's voice broke through the quiet.
Victory: "Message from Oliver Queen received. He has acknowledged the information about the League. No further action requested at this time."
Marcus smirked. "Good. Let Oliver focus on his mission. I'll handle the rest."
The Ghost Tiger had made its mark, and Starling City was now a little safer. But Marcus knew that in the world of shadows, peace was always temporary.
As he gazed out at the city, his mind already turned to the next threat, the next challenge. The battle for control of Starling City was far from over.
But one thing was clear: no one would ever threaten his family again.