The year had slipped by, but the memory of that night—the night Gotham had changed forever—was still fresh in the minds of its citizens. The Joker, who had once terrorized the city with his manic laughter, had been brought to a brutal, public end. Kian Mathis had made his message clear: there was a new force in Gotham, one that wouldn't bend to ideals or compromise for mercy. Since that night, his influence had only grown, his presence casting a long shadow over the city's darkest corners.
For Bruce Wayne, that year had been one of relentless strategizing, a year where he watched and waited, meticulously observing Kian's every move. He'd strengthened his network, bolstering the Bat Family's capabilities to combat the unpredictable storm Kian had unleashed. And now, after months of weighing his options, he'd finally taken the step he'd been considering for years: the formation of Young Justice.
The new team would serve a critical purpose. With Nightwing, Robin, and Batgirl supporting him in Gotham, the younger heroes could handle other cities' disturbances, freeing him to focus on the true threats that plagued his city. Each member of Young Justice was carefully selected, trained not just for physical combat, but for teamwork and discipline. They would be his eyes and ears across the nation, giving him the flexibility to confront Kian's growing network and the rising tide of violence that accompanied it.
On the other side of Gotham, in a fortified building overlooking the city's labyrinth of alleys and high-rises, Kian sat around a table with his most trusted allies: Deadshot, Deathstroke, and Jason Todd, now wearing his Red Hood helmet. Each of them had proven their loyalty in ways that went beyond money or reputation—they understood his mission, shared his vision, and were committed to seeing it through.
Jason Todd, the most recent addition to Kian's ranks, had been profoundly impacted by the Joker's death. For years, Jason had harbored an unquenchable rage toward the clown, a need for justice that Batman had never allowed him to fulfill. But with Kian, things were different. Kian understood the need for decisive action, and when the Joker fell, Jason knew he had found someone who wasn't afraid to see things through. From that moment, his loyalty was solidified.
Kian looked around the table, his eyes meeting each of theirs in turn. "It's been a year since that night. Gotham's underworld has stabilized under our control, and the city's finally moving in the direction it should. But Gotham isn't the only place where corruption breeds and thrives. If we're going to make a real impact, we need to think bigger."
Deadshot, leaning back in his chair, raised an eyebrow. "What, you're talking expansion? You want us to move beyond Gotham?"
Kian nodded. "Metropolis, Central City, Star City… there are places out there drowning in their own corruption, and if we don't bring them to heel, the chaos we've worked so hard to contain will just spill over back here. I'm talking about creating a network—one that covers every major city."
Deathstroke grinned, his one eye gleaming with anticipation. "I like the sound of that. Gotham's been profitable, but there's a whole world of opportunity out there. The other cities have heroes, sure, but they don't operate with the kind of… thoroughness that we do."
Jason removed his helmet, setting it on the table as he spoke. "Expanding isn't going to be easy, though. Each city has its own challenges, its own heroes, and they're not all as restrained as Batman. If we go into Metropolis, we're dealing with Superman. Central City? The Flash. And so on. These people won't stand by and let us take control."
Kian considered this, nodding slowly. "I'm aware. That's why our approach has to be different in each city. In Metropolis, for example, we'll need to operate with subtlety. Superman's sense of morality makes him predictable; he won't kill, and he'll hesitate to confront us if we don't make direct attacks. Central City's speedster is powerful, but he's impulsive. Star City's Green Arrow operates on a smaller scale and can be managed if we move strategically."
Deadshot chuckled. "Guess you've thought of everything, boss."
"It's my job to think ahead," Kian replied. "But expansion will require resources—funding, arms, people on the ground. We've stabilized Gotham, but there's more work to do here before we can use it as a proper launching point. If we're going to grow, we need to make sure our home base is secure."
Jason spoke up, his voice calm but edged with determination. "Then we need to send a message. A clear one. Anyone who tries to stop us, anyone who thinks they can resist… we make an example of them. Just like with Joker."
The room fell silent for a moment, each man contemplating Jason's words. It was a risky proposition, but one that resonated with all of them. Fear was the ultimate weapon, and in Gotham, it had proven highly effective.
Kian nodded, a small smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. "Exactly. But fear alone isn't enough. We need loyalty from those we bring in. They have to understand our mission and share our commitment. We don't need loose cannons or opportunists looking for a quick payout."
Deathstroke leaned forward, tapping his finger on the table. "Then we're looking for professionals. People with discipline, skills, and no qualms about doing what's necessary. I know a few mercenaries who might be interested, but they're expensive."
"Money's not an issue," Kian replied. "With control over Gotham's underworld, we've built enough resources to fund our operations here and start making inroads into other cities. What we need now are people who won't back down when the pressure hits."
Deadshot nodded, his gaze thoughtful. "I can think of a few too. But loyalty? That's harder to buy. We're talking about mercenaries, people who live by their own code. They'll join if the price is right, but getting them to stay… you need more than cash for that."
Kian's eyes narrowed, his gaze cold and determined. "Then we make it clear. Joining us means protection, power, and the chance to be part of something bigger. Loyalty to the mission is non-negotiable. Anyone who wavers will be dealt with."
Jason smirked, his tone carrying a hint of dark humor. "Sounds fair to me. They either get with the program or get out—permanently."
The others nodded in agreement. Kian's vision was taking shape, and as they continued to discuss potential recruits and the logistics of moving into other cities, a palpable sense of anticipation filled the room. Each of them understood the risks, but they were ready for the challenge. Gotham had been the starting point, but their mission was far bigger than any one city.
After another hour of strategic planning, they wrapped up their meeting, each of them heading out to handle their respective tasks. Jason remained behind for a moment, watching Kian with a thoughtful expression.
"You really think we can do this?" he asked, his voice low. "Take on heroes like Superman and The Flash? They're not like Batman. They're… they're gods, Kian."
Kian met Jason's gaze, his expression unwavering. "The world's filled with people who've convinced themselves they're untouchable. People who think power makes them invincible. But everyone has a weakness, Jason. It's just a matter of finding it and exploiting it."
Jason nodded, a glint of respect in his eyes. "Well, then. I guess I'm in for the long haul."
Kian placed a hand on Jason's shoulder. "I wouldn't have it any other way."
Back in the Batcave, Bruce was finishing up a conference call with his new team. Young Justice had already been mobilized and dispatched to handle disturbances across the country, allowing him to refocus his attention on Gotham. The team had taken to their roles well, each of them eager to prove themselves.
Nightwing approached, his expression serious. "So, what's our next move? Kian's been quiet lately, but it's only a matter of time before he makes another play. Expanding, maybe?"
Bruce nodded, his gaze fixed on the map of Gotham displayed on the Batcomputer. "That's my concern. He's smart. He knows how to stay under the radar. But his ambitions won't stop at Gotham. I suspect he's preparing to move into other cities."
"Think he'll have his men in place soon?" Nightwing asked, crossing his arms.
"He's already working on it," Bruce replied. "Deadshot, Deathstroke, and now Jason… he's building a team of his own. One that doesn't answer to any code of ethics. They'll be ruthless, and if Kian's endgame is control over multiple cities, they'll be relentless in their methods."
Nightwing frowned, his jaw tightening. "Then we need to stay ahead of him. The last thing we need is him bringing his form of justice to cities beyond Gotham."
Bruce's expression grew even more somber. "We'll need to be ready for whatever he's planning. Young Justice is handling the smaller issues, but we'll be stretched thin if he moves quickly. Keep your ears to the ground, and inform everyone to be prepared."
Nightwing nodded, his determination evident. "Understood."
Across Gotham, Kian's plans were already underway. Each of his allies had their assignments, their targets mapped out as they began expanding his influence. Deadshot was working discreetly, gathering intel on key players in Metropolis and Star City. His orders were simple: understand the power structures and figure out where leverage could be applied. Meanwhile, Deathstroke, with his reputation and network, was reaching out to potential allies in Central City—mercenaries, informants, and anyone willing to turn a blind eye for the right price.
Red Hood, on the other hand, was Kian's link to the streets. Jason had spent time observing the gang networks in Gotham and was now establishing the foundation for expanding operations into Blüdhaven, where Nightwing had once reigned. Jason's familiarity with both Gotham's crime world and the bat family's tactics gave him a unique edge, one that Kian valued.
But as each man carried out his assignments, Kian himself remained in the background, carefully monitoring the strings he'd put in motion. His base in Gotham had become a hub for planning and coordination, an ironclad fortress from which he strategized his next moves. The vision was coming to life, step by step.
Late one evening, Kian sat alone in his office, flipping through reports of recent intel when Red Hood walked in, still in his armor but with his helmet tucked under one arm. Jason's expression was serious, his usual smirk replaced with a contemplative look.
"We're making progress," Jason said, dropping a file onto the desk. "Blüdhaven's gangs are listening. Some have already agreed to work with us. The rest are cautious, but they'll fall in line once they see how organized we are. Problem is, we're bound to catch Nightwing's attention if we keep pushing."
Kian looked over the reports, nodding slowly. "Nightwing's inevitable. But he's just one piece of the puzzle. His loyalty to Batman makes him predictable. If he comes for us, we'll handle it. For now, we focus on consolidating our hold. We don't need a direct fight with him—not yet."
Jason smirked, amused by the idea. "When the time comes, I wouldn't mind taking a swing at him myself."
Kian raised an eyebrow. "Personal vendettas have their place, but I want you focused, Jason. We're playing a bigger game now."
Jason nodded, sobering slightly. "Got it. So, what's next? We're moving into other cities soon, yeah?"
Kian leaned back, eyes narrowing as he spoke. "Yes. But I've been considering some adjustments to my own approach. If we're expanding into cities beyond Gotham, we're going to need to make an impact—one that shows we're not just another crime syndicate."
Jason tilted his head, listening. "What are you thinking?"
"A symbol," Kian replied thoughtfully. "Something that represents us, something the people can recognize and fear. Batman uses a symbol, as do many of his allies. They've built their power on that image, turning it into a form of control. We could do the same."
Jason's eyes gleamed with interest. "You mean like a suit?"
Kian nodded, a faint smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. "I've been thinking about it. Something functional but intimidating. Deadshot and Deathstroke are masters in their own right, each with a unique skill set, and they represent what we're building here—precision, efficiency, ruthlessness. My suit would combine those qualities."
Jason's grin grew wider. "You're serious about this. And weapons?"
"Yes," Kian said, his tone serious. "I've considered weaponry that would complement not only my skills but the powers I'm developing. With the telepathy starting to awaken, we're going to need ways to amplify my reach, both mentally and physically."
Jason leaned back, his respect for Kian growing. "Then let's make it happen. We have the resources, the connections. I know a guy who specializes in custom armor; he could create something that's both practical and commanding."
Kian nodded, making a mental note to follow up. "We'll explore that. For now, we keep our focus on expanding. The suit will come in time, once we're prepared to make a bigger move."
Their conversation was interrupted by the sharp sound of a knock on the door. Deadshot entered, his usual confident smirk in place as he surveyed the room.
"Boss, I've got news," he said, placing a small lead case on the table. "One of our operatives stumbled upon something during a job in Metropolis—a little insurance policy, you could say."
Kian arched an eyebrow, gesturing to the case. "Go on."
Deadshot flipped open the case, revealing a small piece of glowing green rock: kryptonite. "If we're going to play in Superman's backyard, it pays to be prepared. Figured you might want to keep this in reserve."
Jason's eyes widened slightly as he looked at the kryptonite, understanding its significance. "Kryptonite. That's a game-changer."
Kian leaned forward, his gaze fixed on the rock. He'd known about kryptonite, of course, but having it in his possession felt like holding a loaded weapon. With allies like Superman and other metahumans in their way, this could be the leverage they needed.
"Well done," Kian said, giving Deadshot a nod of approval. "This could prove invaluable. If we're ever forced to deal with Superman, we'll need every advantage."
Deadshot grinned, clearly pleased with himself. "Just doing my part."
Kian looked at the three of them—Deadshot, Jason, and Deathstroke, who had joined them quietly and now stood in the shadows, observing. "Each of you has brought something valuable to this mission. You understand what we're building here, and that's why I trust you."
Deathstroke crossed his arms, his voice as calm as ever. "We're in this for the same reasons, Kian. Gotham is just the beginning."
Kian nodded, satisfied. "Then let's proceed. Jason, start putting together the intel on potential threats and allies in Metropolis and Central City. Deadshot, find someone who can craft kryptonite-based bullets for us. If we ever face Superman, we'll need to be ready. And Deathstroke, keep your contacts close. We're going to need more than just muscle when we expand into the next city."
Each man acknowledged his orders, moving out with purpose. Kian watched them go, feeling the weight of his decision settling over him. He knew that building this empire was no easy task, but he had chosen his team well. They were loyal, they were effective, and they were every bit as ruthless as he was.
Left alone, Kian let himself contemplate his next move. Gotham was only the start, and with each city they would bring under control, his influence would grow. There would be no superheroes in his world, no vigilantism or moral ambiguity. In the cities he ruled, justice would be final, decisive, and unquestionable.
Meanwhile, in the Batcave, Bruce Wayne studied the latest intel on Kian's movements. Reports from Young Justice, now fully operational, were streaming in, each one detailing suspicious activity in other cities. The pattern was becoming clear—Kian was expanding, building a network that extended beyond Gotham. And with each report, Bruce's concerns grew.
Nightwing, who had joined him for the briefing, frowned as he read the reports. "So he's going national. And with people like Deadshot, Deathstroke, and Red Hood at his side… he's got the resources to pull it off."
Bruce nodded, his face grim. "He's planning something big, but we don't know the full scope yet. And with Jason involved, it complicates things. He knows our methods, our tactics."
Nightwing's expression softened slightly. "Jason made his choice. We can't control him. But we can't let Kian turn him into a weapon against us either."
Bruce looked down at the file on his desk, his mind racing through strategies. He would have to expand the Bat Family's efforts, keep an even closer eye on Kian and his allies. And with Young Justice handling disturbances in other cities, he would have a bit more freedom to focus on the heart of the issue—Gotham, where Kian's influence was at its peak.
"We'll stay vigilant," Bruce said finally. "Kian is making his move. But if he thinks he can take Gotham, or any other city, unchallenged, he's wrong."
Nightwing nodded, his resolve as strong as Bruce's. They both knew the stakes, and they both understood that Kian Mathis was no ordinary adversary. The game was escalating, and as the shadows deepened around Gotham, the Bat Family prepared for the storm that was coming.