Chapter 1 - My SI Stash #1 - Brightest Doom by BigTofu (DCU) (2/2)

Charles Xavier was noted to have a { trust me } telepathic field around himself. If memories served, that was how he was able to gain so many people on his side. The best way I can figure that a field like that would work, would be a reverse of the Jedi mind trick with a positivity twist.

With a smile on my lips, I ordered a pitcher of ale, then made my way towards the corner of the bar with a few guys huddled in a corner. Anyone with half an eyeball could tell that they were planning a heist and I didn't need my powers to sniff that out. Within moments I was among the group and in on the play that they had going down tonight. Move some guns and get some money, and I get a cool ten percent because I'm the new guy. That sounded good to me because I plan to take the whole payout of fifty thousand and erase their memories of the event.

This was far too early for me to be running into Black Mask or maybe even Batman himself. Even if I wanted to avoid the two, there was no need for me to be on my back foot. I'm a Doom after all, and Doom shall stand above in this new world even if it isn't Marvel.

With myself implanted in their minds, I left for a store to get myself a balaclava to cover my identity. Funny enough almost every store sold balaclavas but I guess I could mark that up to this being Gotham. With my mask procured, I went about acting like a victim once more to rob unsuspecting thugs.

Before the time for the heist, I ran into more than fifteen different gunmen, and damn was that surprising for me. The tenth one was able to get a shot off in my general direction, and I was surprised that my reflexes were able to react fast enough to stop the bullet matrix style, even though it wasn't going to hit me.

Logically I knew that I needed to take my time and learn my powers, but I also knew I needed the money and a few hundred dollars here and there, taking my sweet time, was not going to cut it. So this had to be seen through till the end.

Doom Shall Not Fail.

The crates in the back of the truck all had large labels with the name of LexCorp, and it reminded me to make a mental note to remove the bald asshole once I get the chance. Within my hands, though I was holding an old school Kalashnikov AK-47 with a few attachments that meant nothing to me at the moment. My mind was focused, and I was ready to spring on these unsuspecting goons.

As the guys hopped out of the truck before me, I pulled up the rear and helped offload the goods. With the last crate down, I took a look around me and found that we were in some type of warehouse in Gotham. With the smell in the air though it was easy to know we were by the docks.

The moment that I thought that the night was oddly silent, I heard signs of weapons fire in the distance. That sound oddly calmed my nerves because I knew Batman would have to go and deal with whatever that was going on. There was a niggle at the edges of my mind that snapped my attention back around as I felt the arrival of our guests.

The van was black and nondescript just like the clunker that we drove here and that was a shame. No extra muscle in case they had to drive in a getaway, or they could be going for the stay under the radar type of deal which still wouldn't help if Bruce wanted to locate them. Putting my thoughts aside, I took two steps back so that I had everyone within my sights and spread my senses to encompass the warehouse.

When the crews opposite us just exited their van, I felt that slight niggle at the edges of my mind again sending me warnings of something of which I should be aware, but I was unable to discern from where the danger was coming. With my focus razor-sharp, I was certain to be ready for anything. I was then presented with two duffle bags filled with cash. The moment to strike was here, all I had to do was bide my time, then vanish with the cash while also wiping the memory of me being here from their minds.

As the money exchanged hands, that was when it happened.

FWIP!

FWIP! FWIP!

FWIP! FWIP! FWIP!

The bullets came out of nowhere, but that didn't stop it from cleaving two heads off and then going through the c_h_e_s_t of two others. With my defenses up, I was able to catch the round that was aimed at my heart but not before it knocked me over.

F_u_c_k did that hurt a lot when I was younger I had broken my arm going snowboarding, but that was a sharp snap of pain and then numbing, but this was so much worse.

It was like my brain was on fire from the mental strain to catch the bullet, and then the impact felt like two ribs broke. My eyes were blurry and watered, but I refuse to give in now. My hands were clammy, and I wanted to get up and sprint from this place, but with the wet squelching sounds and the falling bodies, I was very aware that the sniper was still out there.

The bullets could have only come from outside and to the south of the warehouse. That was the only place someone could not only get a shot but also see past where the trucks were parked. They will rue the day that they chose to mess with DOOM.

With a quick look around, I had a plan of attack and retreat, now all I needed was for the sniper to come and get their prize. I waited for a minute and then two, but no one was here yet, so with a telekinetic pull I had one of the bodies laying over me as the blood flowed. Then I had the bags of money pulled closer to my location.

Two more shots fired into someone that tried to crawl away, and that made me very aware that the shooter was still outside. Luckily, I didn't have to wait long because, after five minutes under the cooling corpse, another truck came speeding into the warehouse.

Two goons came out of the truck, and I knew that this was my chance. When the goon with the leather jacket reached for the bag of money in front of me, I launched forward with a jab going for his solar plexus then turn around and blasted the other with a telekinetic blast to his c_h_e_s_t.

The goon I blasted flew back over fifty feet, and the one that I punch was down and trying to catch the breath that was never going to return. The punch that I sent into his solar plexus was backed with my telekinetic force behind it, crushing in his c_h_e_s_t. With a mental summons, I pulled the other duffle bag of cash into my hand as I tossed the other over my shoulder and ran for the exit.

There was a pattering above me, and I felt another mind land on the roof above. Placing aside that, for now, I noticed the last person in the van getting out with his gun up to aim at my general direction. Skidding to a halt roughly five feet before the door's exit, I whipped around and sent another telekinetic blast at my would-be shooter slamming him into the van behind him. Even from my distance, I heard the crunch of bone-breaking, but I paid him no further attention.

I broke through the back door with a bang and sent myself into a massive leap telekinetically assisted. Out in the night sky, I was greeted with water on the front and the warehouse at my back. With a smile, I dashed along the alley going for a car or person I can Jedi mind trick into giving me their car keys.

Not even ten steps from where I landed, I was greeted with a swooshing sound. The sound sent a shiver down my spine. With a spin, I reflexively slapped the rocket that was heading directly for me into the ground. That was a bad choice because I got an explosion to the face.

Everything happened within a split second, the ground broke open beneath me, but before I dropped, flames tried to lick at my body. There was no thinking there was no planning; there was only doing and making sure that I didn't die here with the choices I made.

Catching myself before I fell into the water below, I created a pad to jump off onto one of the pillars that held up the docks and pier. Jumping from point to point, I was happy that I used to parkour across the college campus back home as I made my way towards what looked like the end of a shoreline.

While I ran, I heard yelling and cursing behind me, but I ignored it all because I was almost free of this situation. What little hope I had, though died inside me as I heard another swosh above, my heart clenched but this time there wasn't an explosion. The none explosion caused me to doubletime it because that swooshing sound could only be from one thing, and that would be the Batwing flying overhead.

It took me ten minutes to get to the other side, up the shore, and into the woods. While I was running for my life, I had learned how to keep myself in a hover. I was going to use my hover for all it was worth as I ran through the woods. There was no destination in mind besides leaving this place, and I almost regretted not going for some cheap hotel somewhere.

All around me there was nothing but trees, I came to a stop and listened for any sign of anyone following and then checked with my telepathy within five hundred feet radius. There was nothing, but I was able to pick up on the minds of the birds and smaller animals around. Taking a little longer to double-check, I still felt nothing, so turning around I ran keeping up the pace of escape.

For another twenty minutes, I ran and hovered, and within that time, I came up with a plan for how I was going to proceed in the future. Jumping onto the tree like a ninja, I then jumped up above the treeline and looked around for any sign of people. On the third try, I found a road and not too far from it. I found a place that I could call home.

At the end of the road, there was an old house that had a greenhouse attached to the back of it. With a quick mental scan, I found the house devoid of another person, but when I check it with my telekinesis, I found a warm stove but a cooling body on the ground. The gas lines were cut, and there was a candle-lit in the living room. Damn Gotham held no kind nice for those that drop their guards, with quick mental nudges I flicked out the candle and turned off the gas pipe at the valve behind the stove.

With a sigh, I shoulder the second duffle that I was carrying and made my way to the house. There was no way I could tell the color of the house from the darkness, but I was able to spot the old truck parked out front.

With a twitch of my finger, the latches on the door unhooked themselves, and then the door opened to allow me inside. With a kick, the door closed and I tossed the duffle bag onto the table in the living room before I sat down in the recliner that faced the tv.

Everything hurt like it's never hurt before, shit I had no clue how Bruce does it. Then again, he had all that armor, money, and training. I'm a punk that woke up and took the world by storm, but I'm also a Doom, and I shall endure.

Falling into a simple meditation to look myself over, I found broken ribs and lacerations along my t_h_i_g_h and the left side of my abdomen. While I checked myself over, I noticed my body already in the process of healing my wounds. It would appear that I had enhanced healing but not at the same level as that of Logan, but I will be alright with this.

Releasing the breath I had been holding, I took another deep one only to be greeted with the smell of gas from the stove that was left on. Ignoring the pain in my c_h_e_s_t, I raised my hand and did a wave that opened all the windows of the house. With another wave, I created a spiral of the air within the kitchen area and forced it outside.

There was no clue who killed the guy in the kitchen or for why, but there is one thing I do know and that they will be back someday. The fact that the firefighters didn't show up here or the explosion that they were hoping for didn't happen will be cause for someone to come sniffing and get answers.

Making another mental note to get up a perimeter defense, I pulled the balaclava off my face and removed my shirt, allowing my body to get some air. Sitting back down, I summoned the duffle bags to me so I could get a count of the cash: then I would have to find out where the National Embassy was located. I needed papers, and I was going to Jedi mind trick myself into a passport and student visa.

With my arms outstretched before me, it was easy to manipulate both duffle bags telepathically and then summon the cash out of the said bag. Eventually, I would have to gain control over my telekinetic abilities allowing me to use it without my hand motions as a crutch, but for now, it is time to count the cash.

With a flick of my wrist, the tv turned on, and the remote was summoned to my side. The TV played in the background as I counted out a total of one hundred and twenty-two thousand. Tomorrow I will also need to get myself a laptop and find the main library of gotham. For now, it was time to get rid of the body then get some rest.

o.O.o

Walking out of the Embassy in Metropolis, I looked at my new student visa. Vincent Doom age twenty-two from the nation of Latveria. With that taken care of I picked up a Wayne Tech laptop and cellphone from a store and drove back to Gotham, before getting back to the house I did pick up some trip lasers and a few things to create a connection to the outside world and the internet. There was no way I was going to use what was already installed in the house.

Now that the house was secure, I took another hour to clean up and change out the bedding and clothes in the closet. I refused to use any of those things. With all of my errands taken care of, it was time to head to the library that's perpetually empty.

Before I was launched into this reality, I was getting a tandem degree in general engineering and aerospace to cover my bases before NASA. Now though, with the way my mind worked, there was no way I was going to be working and become subservient to another. With the capital that I had remaining, I was going to release patents into the world to get my name out there and then blitz my way through school.

Bruce Wayne had more than seventeen degrees, and Clark was noted to be an exceptional scholar even among Kryptonians, and I would have to do better if I wanted to stand against such minds. Halfway through my third pile of textbooks, I was interrupted by a voice.

”Excuse me, is this seat taken?”

When I looked up, I was greeted with a redhead and her boyfriend that had a scowl on his face. My own scowl matched the black-haired guy's because in front of me could only be one of the worst couples in the DC universe. Taking a look around, I noticed the other empty tables and raised an eyebrow at the redhead.

Beauty was not going to sway me.

”It is not, but I do believe there are other tables that are available for one such as yourself,” I replied smoothly before I went back to my studies.

”Told you Barb, let's leave him alone and go somewhere else.”

”Come on D_i_c_k it's obvious he goes to Gotham University. We should at least be nice to a classmate. Not many of them come to Gotham Library after all.” Barbara Gordon replied to her boyfriend before turning around and looking at some of the books I was reading. ”The librarians said that you had the only copy of Criminology by James T. Do you mind if I get it since it's in your finish pile.”

Without even lookup back up at her from my book. I waved for her to take the book, but she sat down across from me and pulled D_i_c_k Grayson into the seat beside her. Looking up at the two, I raised an eyebrow at the couple for interrupting my alone time as I sought knowledge.

Putting down the now completed copy of advanced nuclear physics onto the complete pile, I watched them out of the corner of my eye as I picked up a copy of aerospace and beyond.

Grayson was leaning back, balancing on his chair doing his homework while wearing a scowl, and Barbra was also going over her homework. The difference though was that Barbra was giving me the side-eye while also doing observations in a notepad on the side under her book. Tch, I clicked my teeth at that, just what I need, some noisy girl and her annoying sidekick boyfriend to deal with.

Getting up swiftly, I picked up my carrier bag and took the other books back to their rightful positions on the shelves. Turning my back on them, I left. I did not need nor want them to insert themselves into my life or situation.

”I would like to check out these two books please,” I said to the librarian as I handed over a copy on software architecture and design and another book on genetics and evolution of man. I already knew about software design and computer engineering, but I needed a base for what this realities computer worked on because there was no way I was getting online with a Wayne Tech laptop and not remove whatever bugs Bruce had in place across the board. If Lex does it, there is nothing that said Bruce might not have some back door installed for key searches to ping the Bat Computer.

Once the computer was double and quadruple checked, tore down and pieced back together, I was then going to rewrite the operating system from the ground up, and then I was going to create a VPN before getting online.

”Do you have a library card, MR?”

”Doom, Vincent Doom,” I replied as I gave the librarians a charming smile. ”And might I know the name of the delectable beauty before me.”

She smiled and placed a stray strand of hair behind her ear. ”That can't be your real name,”

”Oh, my dear but it is, I would prefer you to call me Vince though,” I replied as I leaned on the counter. ”And what might I call a rose such as yourself?”

With a playful smile on her lips, she took my hand that I had held out for her to shake with my introduction.

”My name is Jaina, Jaina Hudson; it's a p_l_e_a_s_u_r_e to meet you, Vince.” Jaina returned with a smile as she got the things together for me to check out.

”It was lovely meeting you, Jaina,” I replied as I took my things and left. There was no need to use my powers to know she was watching me leave.

Tall, dark, and handsome always works.

o.O.o

AUTHOR NOTE'S

Alrighty, folks this is another story brought to you by my imagination.

Yes, I went away on vacation for my birthday and then took a break from the Fastest Man story because I was toning down the updates that way I didn't burn myself out.

While out and relaxing I came across a story that died after only 3 chapters and I thought since it's been on my mind for a month why not write my own version and then go from there and cause havoc in the DC Universe.

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