Kian could feel the power surging through him, a pulse of energy stronger than anything he'd experienced before. As he stood alone in the dim light of his quarters, he couldn't resist testing the extent of his telekinetic abilities. His mind reached out, probing the room, and he locked onto the solid, heavy oak desk in front of him. It was sturdy, thick, designed to withstand force—and yet, as he focused, he could feel it lift, an effortless shift as it rose into the air.
The desk hovered, perfectly steady, no hint of strain in Kian's mind. He pushed further, increasing the weight, extending his influence to the metal filing cabinets stacked nearby. They, too, rose, metal groaning faintly under the force, but still, they floated. His telekinesis had strengthened significantly; objects that should have required intense concentration were now pliant, easy to manipulate.
But he wasn't done.
The walls of his base had been reinforced with steel beams, solid pillars meant to protect against any external attacks. Kian turned his gaze to one of the nearest beams, focusing, pushing against its substantial weight with his mind. Slowly, it began to shift, the entire framework of the room shuddering as he lifted it a few inches off the floor.
A thrill coursed through him, an intoxicating rush of power. He'd grown beyond any expectations he'd set for himself. This wasn't simply about lifting a desk or moving objects in the room—his telekinesis now had the potential to reshape the very structures around him. He could feel the weight in his mind, a clear sense of every object's mass, but it didn't overwhelm him. Instead, it felt like an extension of his will, something he could bend, shape, and manipulate with increasing precision.
A wicked thought crossed his mind. With this level of telekinesis, there were few who could oppose him. He could topple entire structures, clear out crowds, or even face down some of the most powerful foes in Gotham and beyond. And with allies like Red Hood, Deadshot, and Deathstroke at his side, this power would serve as the perfect countermeasure to any threats—even the meta-humans, perhaps even Superman himself.
As he brought everything back down, allowing the desk, cabinets, and steel beam to settle into place, he heard footsteps in the hall outside. Red Hood entered, his helmet tucked under his arm, giving Kian a knowing look as he observed the slight tremor in the floor.
"Practicing?" Jason Todd asked with a smirk. "It looks like things are coming along… nicely."
Kian's face broke into a rare grin. "You could say that," he replied, crossing his arms. "I'm reaching new limits every day. And I'm only getting stronger."
Jason studied him, his expression thoughtful. "Good. With Black Mask pushing boundaries and the other gangs stirring, you're going to need every bit of that power."
Kian nodded, his gaze sharpening. "Let them come. I'm ready."
Jason leaned against the door frame, an edge of mischief in his eyes. "If Black Mask, Penguin, or any of those idiots knew what you could do, they'd be running scared."
Kian gave a cold chuckle. "They will soon enough."
As Jason looked on, Kian's mind drifted back to the new alliances he was building. Black Mask had already become restless, and there were others who would likely resist his expansion. He had plans to bring some of Gotham's more formidable criminals into the fold, but they needed a demonstration—a taste of the consequences for crossing him.
He turned to Jason, his tone sharp. "I need you to keep an eye on Black Mask. If he tries anything, let him see what we're capable of."
Jason nodded, his expression deadly serious. "Consider it done. And if he gets too close…"
Kian's eyes flashed with a dark gleam. "Make an example of him."
Jason didn't need to be told twice. He nodded, a dangerous glint in his eyes, and slipped out of the room, ready to fulfill his part of the plan.
Once Jason was gone, Kian's thoughts circled back to his telekinesis. If he could lift several tons with this power, he was starting to reach levels of strength that could rival even Gotham's most infamous foes. He needed to hone this, to test it under real conditions. And perhaps, soon enough, he would have the perfect opportunity to do so.