DC: Becoming Supreme With Technology ( I Beat Superman)

A couple of hours later, at the bat safehouse, while batman and Constantine rub heads on various plans for implementation. A call came in, commissioner Gordon had called batman.

Commissioner Gordon's voice came through the encrypted communicator in the safehouse, calm yet carrying an edge of urgency. Batman, seated before a console illuminated by the glow of multiple screens, listened intently as Gordon relayed the situation.

"Another incident," Gordon began. "A creature, just like the last one, tore through a residential block in Midtown. GCPD had no choice but to engage with heavy firepower. It's dead, but not before causing significant casualties. You need to see this one for yourself, Batman."

Batman's jaw tightened. He disconnected the line and turned to Constantine, who sat nearby, sifting through an assortment of grimoires and talismans. Constantine looked up, his sharp eyes meeting Batman's.

"More monsters, then?" Constantine asked, his voice tinged with dry humor but laced with seriousness.

Batman nodded. "Gordon's men brought it down, but there's something different about this one. We need to inspect the scene. Gather your tools."

Without further delay, they left the safehouse and navigated Gotham's shadowy streets. The Batmobile's growl echoed softly in the dimly lit alleys, its sleek frame cutting through the city's ever-present fog. Constantine rode alongside Batman, silently observing the city as they passed through its darker corners, rife with decay and secrets.

They arrived at the scene—a cordoned-off residential block surrounded by police cruisers and flashing lights. Debris littered the street, and the faint smell of scorched asphalt hung in the air. The building's facade bore deep claw marks, and windows were shattered inward as though something monstrous had forced its way inside.

Gordon approached them, looking weary but resolute. He gestured toward the center of the chaos, where the remains of the creature lay.

"You're going to want to see this," he said grimly.

Batman and Constantine moved past the officers, who stepped aside to let them through. The creature was sprawled on the ground, its twisted form riddled with bullet holes and burns from the GCPD's weapons. Its grotesque, semi-humanoid figure was unlike anything Batman had seen before.

Constantine knelt near the corpse, running his fingers through the air above it, as though feeling an unseen presence. A shiver ran through him, and he frowned.

"This one's different," he said. "More potent. Whatever summoned it is getting bolder—or more desperate. Either way, the stink of hell is all over this."

Batman scanned the body with a handheld device, noting the strange, faint energy signatures emanating from its remains. "Do you sense a trail?"

Constantine nodded and stood, retrieving a small vial of powder from his coat. He sprinkled it in a circle around himself, muttering incantations under his breath. The air shimmered faintly as he extended his arms, weaving intricate symbols that glowed faintly in the dim light.

The symbols converged into a pulsating orb of golden light, which hovered momentarily before darting forward a few feet and stopping. It pulsed impatiently, as though waiting for them to follow.

"A tracking spell," Constantine explained. "Whatever sent this thing left an imprint. This will lead us to the source. But be warned—if it's what I think it is, we're walking straight into trouble."

Batman's voice was calm but firm. "Trouble's what we're here for."

They followed the orb as it floated through the wreckage and into the maze of Gotham's labyrinthine streets. The further they went, the more desolate the surroundings became. The city's usual ambient noise faded, replaced by an eerie stillness.

"Wherever this is taking us," Constantine said, "it's not just another nest of low-level imps. This feels bigger."

Batman remained silent, his focus sharp, his instincts on high alert. Whatever they were walking into, he knew it would be another step deeper into Gotham's unfolding nightmare.

The tracking spell led Batman and Constantine beyond the city limits of Gotham, into a desolate swamp that reeked of decay and ancient malice. The moon hung high, casting its silvery light over the twisted, gnarled trees and the still, dark waters that surrounded them. The glowing trail Constantine had conjured pulsated faintly, weaving between the dense foliage.

"This place has seen better days," Constantine muttered, stepping carefully through the muck. His voice carried a note of unease, though he tried to mask it with his usual bravado.

Batman said nothing, his focus razor-sharp as he scanned the swamp. Every sound—a rustle of leaves, the distant croak of a frog—seemed amplified in the oppressive silence.

As they ventured deeper, the air grew heavier, charged with a palpable energy. The glowing trail suddenly vanished, leaving them standing in a small clearing surrounded by shadows.

And then they appeared.

From the darkness, a squadron of demons emerged. Their forms were grotesque—twisted amalgamations of human and beast, with glowing eyes that burned like coals. They moved with a feral grace, surrounding the two men with chilling efficiency.

"Looks like we've got company," Constantine said, his tone light but his posture tense. He extended a hand, murmuring a spell. Flames erupted from his fingertips, illuminating the clearing and sending a wave of heat through the air.

The demons hissed and recoiled, but only for a moment. Then they charged.

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The Battle in the Swamp

Batman was the first to act. A batarang whizzed through the air, embedding itself in the chest of the nearest demon. It stumbled, but the injury only seemed to enrage it. Batman followed up with a smoke pellet, the area filling with thick, choking clouds that disoriented their attackers.

Constantine, meanwhile, wove spells with practiced ease. A wave of fire surged from his hands, engulfing several demons and reducing them to ash. When another lunged at him, he countered with a blast of ice, freezing the creature mid-air before shattering it with a kick.

One demon, larger than the rest, lunged at Batman with claws like scythes. He dodged with precision, landing a series of blows to its head and torso. The creature roared, swinging wildly, but Batman's agility was unmatched. Using a grapple gun, he swung overhead, landing behind the demon and incapacitating it with a precise strike to the neck.

Constantine faced off against two demons that flanked him. Lightning crackled from his fingers, arcing between the two and electrocuting them in a dazzling display of power. "That all you got?" he taunted, though his breathing was labored.

The battle raged on, the swamp echoing with the sounds of combat. Despite their skill, the sheer number of demons began to overwhelm them. Batman's gadgets were running low, and Constantine's magical reserves were visibly waning.

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In the Depths of Hell

Far beneath the mortal plane, in the fiery expanse of hell, a demon soldier knelt before a towering figure. Prince Bael, clad in obsidian armor that radiated heat, sat upon a throne carved from molten rock. His eyes glowed with malice, and his voice boomed as he addressed the soldier.

"The gateway is ready, my lord," the soldier reported, its voice trembling. "But two intruders have been intercepted near the entrance."

Bael leaned forward, his lips curling into a cruel smile. "Intruders? Mortals dare to meddle in my affairs?" His laughter echoed through the chamber. "It must be the mage, Constantine. He has evaded my wrath for far too long."

"What are your orders, my lord?" the soldier asked, bowing low.

Bael rose to his feet, his massive wings unfurling. "Send the full force of the swarm. Ensure they are torn apart. And prepare the gateway—I will not be denied my invasion."

The soldier bowed again and retreated, leaving Bael alone in his fiery throne room. He gazed into the swirling portal before him, anticipation gleaming in his eyes.

"This world will burn," he said to himself. "And the meddling mortals will be the first to fall."

Back in the swamp, Batman and Constantine were pressed to their limits. The demons circled them, their snarls and roars filling the air. Constantine's spells were growing weaker, his movements slower. Batman's suit was damaged, his gadgets nearly depleted.

Just as hope seemed lost, Constantine summoned one last surge of power. A massive circle of fire erupted around them, creating a temporary barrier. "This won't hold long," he said, sweat dripping from his brow.

"We need to find the gateway," Batman replied, his voice calm despite the situation. "If we destroy it, we can stop this."

Constantine nodded, his eyes narrowing as he focused on the faint magical energy still lingering in the air. "This way," he said, and they began moving quickly through the swamp, the demons howling in pursuit.