DCU: Blacklist

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Metropolis

Green Lantern, Flash, J'onn, and Hawkgirl had just disappeared, following the League's fight against a robot secretly controlled by Lex Luthor.

Which meant the time for Luthor's cancer diagnosis and gathering a gang to attack the Justice League.

Except he had recently discovered a tiny issue.

Unlike his show counterpart, this Lex Luthor was not carrying kryptonite in his breast pocket, preferring to keep it in a special compartment in his belt.

The discovery itself was rather by chance when he had Luthor scanned for the kryptonite from a short distance using one of Morrow's latest devices. The breast pocket was empty, but a small part of his belt was made from lead, an unusual choice.

Which meant Lex was playing safe, and without his fatalistic view of life, he would continue to operate behind the scenes.

That was fine too, and it left him in the position to gather more dirt on Luthor.

For now, he had a more delicate matter to deal with. The travel to the alternate dimension by the heroes, Morgaine le Fay, and Metamorpho was the next threat the League would face, but they were nowhere near as dangerous as Vandal Savage and his plan to time travel to World War II and aid the Axis in a bid to take over the world.

Which is why he was searching for the laboratory where the time travel machine was, to stop this plan before it could be enacted.

The League would stop Savage, but it presented an existential problem for Miles.

If the timeline changed so significantly and he still arrived in 2003, it would be in a world controlled by the Nazis, and his current knowledge would be rendered useless.

In a world ruled by totalitarian fascists with a population of genetic zealots supporting the Aryan race's superiority, Miles would be hard-pressed to exist, much less work as he had in this world.

Vandal Savage had to be stopped.


There was nothing he could do to help the missing heroes, since he did not have an expert on dimensional travel on hand, but he knew they would succeed. Miles left the cleanup to the League to pursue the time travel machine.

He considered that the research lab might be in Metropolis, since the League would find themselves in a city occupying the same location, but for all he knew, it could have been moved there. That episode wasn't clear on the exact location, only mentioning Grünstrasse, a very generic German street name.

Going around searching for time travel projects would only tip Vandal off, but there was another avenue he could pursue.

Constructing a machine capable of time travel would need funding and uncommon materials.

Miles wanted to know what those uncommon materials could be, and to that end, he needed the greatest scientific minds of Earth.


Los Angeles

Finding Michael Holt, a.k.a. Mr. Terrific, was simple, since he was either in New York or Los Angeles, and it was the latter where he found the smartest person on Earth.

Setting up a meeting to discuss possible fields of cooperation, Miles would act as Mary's assistant. It wouldn't take Michael to figure out who he actually was, and then they could discuss the actual matter at hand before leaving Mary to carry out the business.

"Ms. Lorein, it's a pleasure to meet you." Michael Holt looked exactly like his show counterpart, except he was a real human being without his Mr. Terrific costume.

"You as well, Mr. Holt."

After the pleasantries were exchanged, Michael escorted them to the meeting room, with his own assistant in tow, and after giving Miles a rather long look, they spoke business.

Miles, as the dutiful assistant he was, recorded everything of importance.


Both sides agreed on a break, and they were directed to an open buffet. Miles was making himself a modest plate when Michael Holt came for the crab quiche next to the ravioli near him.

"The owner acting as the CEO's assistant? Why not directly contact me?" Holt asked, taking a slice of the quiche.

The man had chosen to wait until the proceedings were over to speak, in a place where it wouldn't be out of the norm for the two to speak. "Because the matter I wished to discuss is rather sensitive, and secrecy is of utmost importance."

"Dangerous business then." Michael didn't know if he was about to be offered an illicit business deal or the chance to stop one.

"If I don't stop it, yes."

The latter it was. "I am listening."

"If I were a several-thousand-year-old human from the Cro-Magnon era with enhanced intelligence who had ample time to dabble in science, build connections all over the world, and concoct a plan to take over Earth, what would I need to build a time machine?" Miles Beckett asked him, taking a glass of orange juice.

The question itself was so specific and weird, it took Michael more than a couple of seconds to connect the dots.

Still, he needed more information. "You are going to have to give me more details if you want my help."

Miles nodded. It was only fair to be upfront when he came all the way here to make use of Terrific's mind. "Ever heard of Vandal Savage?"

It was unlikely, but Terrific was known for his intelligence.

"No, but I have a feeling it will be interesting to hear about him."

At the risk of being prejudiced, a man with a name like that was bound to be trouble.


Michael rubbed his temple, digesting the information dump. An early human, basically a caveman, who had been exposed to a strange matter brought to Earth by a meteor and who had gained increased intelligence, regeneration, and immortality, was planning to travel to the middle of WW II to take over the Reich.

Using his advanced knowledge, Vandal was planning to dominate the entire world under the jackboot of the Nazis.

A novel idea for a movie, but a nightmare if it were to come true.

"Why come to me? I am only the third smartest man in the world." He excused. Michael had kept an eye on the meteoric rise of EnviroCorps, and a man like Miles could enlist the help of anyone on that list.

Except for Luthor.

Miles chuckled. "According to a list you wrote in the first place."

It was quite ingenious. The list downplayed Terrific's intellect while making Lex Luthor the prime target for anyone in search of a genius.

That episode of Justice League Action was amusing.

"Touché," Michael admitted. The list was widely accepted, but its author wasn't known.

Analyzing the knowledge he had been given so far, it was hard to infer anything about the specifics of the machine from the visual descriptions alone, but Michael had a rough idea.

"If this Vandal is building a time machine like the one you described, then he will need tachyon field generators, chronal harmonizers, and quantum mass inverters for a start." The workings of the parts Miles had described fit those machines to a degree, and if Michael had to make a time machine, they would definitely be necessary.

"There is one company that I heard rumors was building tachyon field generators, but even that was a hush-hush matter, so I'm not sure on that." It was more of a leak followed by a scandal, but nothing with definitive proof.

At least ones that he had bothered to acquire.

Miles whipped out his phone, quickly messaging someone, and less than a minute later, had an answer back.

"Khan Limited. How original." He rolled his eyes. Vandal must have found the name amusing.

Michael was impressed by how quickly Miles found the name but was confused by his reaction to the name.

"Vandal had many names throughout history; Genghis Khan was one I am sure you will recognize." Miles answered, seeing Terrific's querying gaze.

"Do you need any help with that guy?" Fighting Genghis Khan wasn't on his bucket list, but it certainly would be a novel experience.

Miles shook his head. "I need to convince him that time travel is not possible at all. If the machine is destroyed or sabotaged in an obvious manner, Vandal will only produce another one, this time in greater secrecy."

If the machine were destroyed outright, Vandal would know he was on the right track and double down on building another until he was proven wrong that the idea itself was unfeasible.

"A tweak of a single wire kind of sabotage." Michael rubbed his chin, thinking, "With something as complex as a time machine, it is possible, but I can't say anything for certain without the schematics."

"You will have them. In the meantime, enjoy your discussions with Mary." Miles would stick along to not arouse suspicion, but his business here was done.


Khan Limited, owned by several shadowy funds, was known for producing cutting-edge tech parts for militaries, space rockets, satellites, and more.

There were rumors that the company was building parts for a superweapon, including tachyon field generators.

The leak, true to some extent, had cast doubts on the company's security, but they were still a strong but silent contender in the field.

Which left Miles with the task of finding where they had shipped the generators.


A system was as strong as its weakest link; in this case, it was the drivers. Well paid for their silence, they did not ask any questions, but recently, one had gotten into an accident. A DUI had damaged his cargo, and the company sought out a scapegoat.

Nelson Kelmack had found himself out of a job without any benefits or severance pay and an NDA to keep his mouth shut.

He was a longtime employee of Khan Limited and could know about the delivery location of the generators. Having broken into Nelson's home, they were waiting for the man to arrive from his latest job hunt.

"Shit. I didn't break my NDA; why the hell would they send anyone after me?" Nelson panicked, raising his hands up while Claire stood by the door.

Miles clapped. Nelson's conclusion might be wrong, but with the information he had, it was a reasonable one to make. "You are a sharp man, Nelson, but that is not why I am here. In fact, I actually want you to break that NDA, without a soul to hear."

"Do you know what they will do to me if it gets out?" Nelson lowered his arms. Khan Limited had doubled down on security after the leak, and breaking an NDA was one way to get on their bad side.

"Not even if I offer half a million dollars for your trouble?" The unknown man waved a lottery ticket in his hand.

Half a million dollars was too sweet to pass up, but Nelson was unconvinced. "I…"

"You know, you remind me of a man that worked for my father, Rudolph. Brilliant man, not one that should have been doing menial work under anyone. Do you know what his problem was?" Miles had always found it such a weird situation as a child, only to later realize why.

"Fear, hesitation. What if I fail? What if a problem arises and I can't solve it? It was that doubt that kept him from reaching his potential."

A mistake Miles had promised to never repeat.

"I investigated you. You are too intelligent to be a mere driver, yet your self-doubt keeps you chained down. Now, this ticket has the winning numbers for one million dollars. Take a lump sum and invest that money in stocks and bonds, or choose an annuity and have a great passive income for the next twenty years." Miles held out the ticket, and Nelson's throat bobbed.

The words had hit too close to home.

Nelson reached for the ticket, but Miles pulled it back. "I just need you to answer some questions. No one will suspect you if the money is earned from the lottery. What do you say?"

"I want to check those numbers." Nelson demanded, and Miles chuckled, handing the ticket over.


Of all the deliveries made, only one had stood out. Two devices, each the size of a motorcycle, were packed extremely carefully and escorted by security in inconspicuous vehicles.

The delivery address was in Metropolis, and no driver had ever been made to drive there more than once.

Nelson had heard his superiors talk about the devices being some sort of generators, but as he was paid well for his secrecy, he did not deign to listen more than that.

A quick search for the location had resulted in images eerily similar to Grünstrasse, without the red and black of the Third Reich.

Now, what he needed was a discreet means of infiltrating the lab.


EnviroCorps Robotics Research Center

"An infiltration bug?" Miles certainly kept Thomas busy with his constant needs for high-tech solutions.

"Yes, something that will get through all conventional and unconventional means of detection. I want to have one walk inside the most heavily secured place on this planet and give me a visual on what they are eating for breakfast, lunch, and dinner."

The specifications made the android stop to consider his past actions. With the knowledge at the tip of his fingers, the original Thomas could have done much more than androids to destroy the Justice Society.

"Where are we infiltrating?"

"The laboratory of a megalomaniac with control issues who wishes to change history and bring the world under the boot of Nazi Germany." That was the perfect way to describe Vandal Savage, in his opinion.

The android's face scrunched up as if he had seen a particularly nasty sight. "Transdimensional demons, evil gods, and now the Nazis? You certainly find the most disgusting of enemies to fight."

"Someone has to. I want them mass-produced for deployment across the planet." Infiltrating Vandal's laboratory would also serve as a field test for Morrow's drones.

"Ambitious." More than his initial promises of making the world a better place.

Miles put his hand on Thomas' shoulder to punctuate his point. "The Chinese are building a nuclear-powered robot to protect their country, the Russians are scrambling to recruit metahumans to build their own Justice League, and the Middle East is a mess. If I am to unite this planet, I'll need to force everyone to the table, because they sure as hell won't sit down willingly."

The Chinese robot was canon; the Russians were known to create state-sponsored superhero teams in the comics, and the Middle East was the same as back on his world, plus the high-tech and metahumans.

Thomas started the work with all haste.


"Should we not kill this Vandal?" Claire asked as they were riding to scout the outside of the laboratory.

Miles was like-minded, but it would have to be a clean operation. "Preferably."

"We should take a vacation after this." She wanted to lie down on a beach and enjoy the sun while sipping something cold and refreshing.

"Couldn't agree more."





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Taller, with three scars on his face, Vandal had the looks of an ancient and brutal Cro-Magnon warrior rather than the suave mastermind style.

The android quickly took off before the door could be closed and barely made it inside. The force of the door closing had sent it stumbling through the air, but the NEXTINSECT righted itself, scanning the room.

It was large and well lighted, with a hole in the middle surrounded by futuristic machinery.

He had found it.



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Metropolis

Miles was busy outside the lab.

The exterior was unassuming, looking like an ordinary warehouse, but entering the compound could prove to be a mistake without Morrow's infiltration bug, and after noting down potential entry points, he and Claire left before arousing suspicion.

The four superheroes were back from their transdimensional adventure, regaling the League with quite the interesting tale. They were checked in the medical wing for anything they might have brought from a post-apocalyptic dimension, but the health bill was clean.

While Thomas worked on his latest creation, Miles had a different matter in mind.

The Philosopher's Stone was in the possession of Harv Hickman.

It was best to take and destroy it now before Morgaine le Fay could get her hands on it. The situation would be resolved, but it was best not to leave things to chance.

"Why are we stealing from this man?" J'onn did not expect his day to begin by helping Miles with a heist.

"He, in his possession, has an artifact known as the Philosopher's Stone. Familiar with the legend of it?" The Martian was spending time learning about Earth, but the legends and myths weren't high on his priority list.

"No."

Miles gave him a rundown on the history of the stone before explaining the problem in their hand. "Now, Morgaine le Fay seeks it, and if she has it, it would be problematic for the whole planet. And seeing as it is an artifact taken from Britain without permission, Harv Hickman cannot raise any legal objections."

"Very well."


It was a simple matter for J'onn to sneak into Hickman's bedroom in his mansion and take the stone.

The difficult part was the Martian's interest in the stone.

"The stone can raise the dead." He revealed, and J'onn raised his eyes from the stone to look at him.

"You know what I'm thinking of."

"I do. Who in your position would not?" The chance to bring back his dead wife and children was not a temptation many could resist.

J'onn held the stone tighter in his hands. "Then you understand."

"I understand why you want it, but do you truly think the dead would accept being resurrected like this?" That stopped the Martian, because he could not imagine how his family would react to being torn from their eternal rest.

"I… don't know."

"Even then, the stone isn't that powerful. While it could reshape Earth into something else, creating a biosphere from scratch and resurrecting an entire species is beyond its dangerous but finite power." Manipulating existing matter to create everything from dust had to be a much easier task.

J'onn looked at the stone in his hand, imagining his wife and children standing next to him, but shook his head, dispelling the intrusive thoughts, and crushed the stone in his hand.

"You are correct. We do not need something this dangerous to fix Mars. We will do it our way, eventually." His wife and children might be gone, but he still had family and the rest of his kind.

Miles patted the Martian on the shoulder, knowing it wasn't an easy choice. "I knew you'd make the correct choice. Now if you excuse me, I have more people to warn."


New York City

Greenwich Village

Hokus & Pokus Occult Curioso

He didn't have a way to contact Jason Blood, but Xanadu should be able to call her old friend. Miles had called ahead to request a meeting with both regarding an "urgent matter concerning their past."

"Miles, welcome." Nimue was having tea with Jason, who was in deep thought.

"Madame Xanadu, Jason."

Jason put down his cup. "Miles. Excuse my curtness, but I would prefer if we could get straight to the matter. There is something important happening, and I can't afford to stay for long."

Fair enough.

"I have a hunch that we are after the same thing." He took a seat while Claire watched the outside of the shop.

"Which would be?"

"Morgaine Le Fay." The name had both friends freeze up before Jason came to his senses.

There was hatred in the man's tone as his calm demeanor was being challenged by the mention of Morgaine Le Fay. "You know what she is after?"

"She is seeking the Philosopher's Stone to reconstitute Earth to Camelot as her son's kingdom." Miles pulled out photos of the stone, putting them on the table.

"I have located and destroyed the stone, but Morgaine will not stop until she is aware of it."

"You destroyed it? Are you sure it was the real stone?" Destroying the stone was not an easy task, not because it was particularly durable, but because it was too tempting to not keep.

"Yes."

Nimue and Jason relaxed, knowing it would put Morgaine's plans on hold, if not make them entirely implausible without the stone. "Good, good. That is one problem we do not need. I am on Morgaine's trail, but any help you can give will be appreciated."

"Castle Branek in Merlin's Arc. The stone was hidden there before it was unearthed right after World War II. You might be able to lay a trap there for Morgaine." He pulled out more photos, though both were probably aware of the location already.

"That does help, thank you. Nimue, may I…" Jason wanted to ask for her help, as Le Fay was not an enemy to be underestimated, but the sorceress beat him to it.

"You don't have to ask. We should call John too. With some preparation, we might be able to catch her."

"Take this communicator in case you need help." He handed them a League communicator. Forewarned was to be forearmed, but the firepower the League could bring down would always be useful.


Metropolis

EnviroCorps Robotics Research Center

Thomas O. Morrow had finally succumbed to his age and fallen into a coma, kept in the medical wing of the research center under constant surveillance and the best medical care the money could afford.

Which left Android Thomas as the sole head of the lab.

"Ah, here you are. Come, come, I am sure you will like my latest creation." Thomas invited them in with enthusiasm. The android typed on the computer and waved at Miles. "Hold out your hand."

Miles did so, and a small fly landed on his open palm.

"Meet NEXTINSECT, Next-Generation Insectoid Surveillance and Espionage Cybernetic Tracker. Invisible to any known detection systems, able to connect to any digital system with its adaptive programming, short-range scanners of its own, and micro-crystal chips for information storage." The specs were very impressive, but one thing stuck with him aside from the acronym.

Even by the technology of Morrow, this was something. "Very impressive. My only question is, how did you manage to stuff all of that inside something so small?"

"You may thank your avian friends for that. With their advanced materials science and the knowledge in nanotechnology meeting my genius, it was a simple matter. However, they are extremely expensive for now due to the complexity." Android or not, Thomas had his creator's flair for the dramatics and self-assuredness in scientific intellect.

"How much?" This much tech in such a small chassis would mean there was a downside.

Fortunately, it was just money.

"Ninety thousand dollars for one robot."

Claire whistled. Just twelve of them would cost over a million dollars, more than her yearly salary.

"For now, I want twenty of them. I also noticed they are too silent for their size." Flies this size would definitely make noise while flying.

"Of course, it is to not draw attention." Thomas explained, but Miles knew in the wrong place, the silence would, in fact, draw attention.

"Yet someone with an attention to detail, such as Vandal Savage, would easily notice that something is wrong with it. I want this robot to move as naturally as an ordinary fly." A fly in his hideout would already draw attention, but one that did not make any noise with its size?

Vandal was too good to not realize something was wrong with it.

"There goes all the work I put into making it silent."

"Fret not, Thomas. While Vandal would notice it, not many else would. Your work will not go to waste."


Thomas had modified the fly to make that incessant buzzing sound, and it moved like an actual fly, as the scientist had the robot learn from a real fly.

But no matter how perfect the product was, tests were necessary to see how it held up in the field.

Which is why Miles was using it to infiltrate the Starlabs in Metropolis. They usually had access to Kryptonian genetic material and were sloppy in the security department, resulting in Cadmus infiltrations, stolen samples, and Kryptonian clones.

It was to counter Cadmus and any other organizations that might seek Kryptonian DNA.

The fly was autonomous, and sitting in the comfort of the apartment he had rented, they watched through the lenses of the tiny android. It hid beneath a lab coat's folded collar, hitching a ride with the scientist. The X-ray did not show anything, and after the scientist passed through the security checkpoints, they had access to the insides of the lab.

So far, so good.

One thing that caught his eye was a rather large woman with glasses and a sour face, with the name tag Dr. Krill.

The mother of Polka-Dot Man and his siblings, a monster obsessed with turning those children into superheroes, killing all except Abner in the process.

Miles did not expect her to exist here since she was solely adapted in the Suicide Squad movie; then again, this universe was just a drop in an infinite ocean.

Anything was possible.

Writing her name on a corner of his mind, Miles ordered the android to access the computer system. Crawling through the ventilation hole of the lab computer before it could be turned on, the fly accessed the PCH equivalent of the era.

The tablet screen shut down for a couple of seconds before the lab computer's screen was transmitted and they could see everything.

"Voilà."

The subspace phase transmitter built into the fly basically made the signals exist half a nanometer out of normal phase, which meant it did not interact with sensors and transmitted everything to the paired device in their hand. The devices had to be close to each other, but he had a workaround for that as well.

He downloaded Dr. Krill's files, which did include her research on "cures for possible interdimensional viruses."

She had to be sent to the nearest mental hospital or the cemetery.

"Here, access this system through the signal." Miles handed the tablet to Zalika, who was watching them curiously from the backseat.

"Isn't this illegal?" Zalika asked while feeling her technopathy settle into the tablet.

"Believe me, we are doing Starlabs a great favor. Their security is abhorrent."

The technopath scrunched her face. "Weird. It's like the signal's there and I can see it, but interacting with it is difficult. Like it's a ghost that I can barely touch."

"It is just out of phase. I want you to be familiar with it, because the idea behind it will create a ghost network around the planet." A network of signals out of phase with the current world would be undetectable while operating in plain sight.

It was the perfect surveillance method.

One that was unknown and could not be detected.


Discussing the finer details with Thomas, it all boiled down to the matter of money. The NEXTINSECTs were expensive, but to create a network around the world, with long distance relay modules in each city connected to a satellite, would be an endeavor worth billions.

Possibly tens of billions.

For now, the targets would be the United States, Russia, China, and the EU, mostly on parts that concerned world security and any possible plots against the Justice League and metahumans in general.

But his first target was an enemy more dangerous than the powers of this world.


Miles pressed the button, and the NEXTINSECT took off, flying to the ventilation system. It was too small for organics to infiltrate, but for a fly, it was a simple matter, except for the sensors.

The tiny machine was on silent mode for now as it was out of sight, but if Vandal ever saw it, it would disengage, acting like a real fly.

Morrow's systems held up, however, and the fly navigated safely, searching for the time machine. A laser grid stopped the fly's advance, and the android landed, folding its wings and flattening its body before crawling through an opening. That grid wasn't the last one, and it slowed the fly's advancement quite a bit.

Eventually, it made its way out of the ventilation shaft, searching for cameras, blind spots, and most importantly, any sign of where the time machine could be located.

Miles waited for a while for any sign, but no one came out of the doors in the hallway. Giving the NEXTINSECT its new orders, Miles decided to search each of the four rooms one by one.

The first one was a bedroom, most likely Vandal Savage's, and the second one was a supply room with several machines and advanced parts.

The third door led to the security room, and from there, Miles could access the cameras. Sending the android in, Zalika accessed the closed system through the link, hacking the cameras, sensors, and scanners to ensure there was no chance left to detect the android, while being extremely careful.

Vandal wasn't an ordinary enemy after all.

Behind the final door, stairs led deep down into the underground, and if he had to hide a time machine somewhere, it would be there.

Moving cautiously down the dimly lit stairs, the android stood before a heavy metal door, with no opening to enter inside. Even if it wasn't the time machine, Vandal must have something important here.

Putting the Android in standby mode to save energy, it was time to be patient now.

Hours dragged on, with no sign of anyone coming out until the sun had set, and the android woke up as the door opened.

This Vandal Savage wasn't like the Justice League Animated Vandal but the Young Justice one.

Taller, with three scars on his face, Vandal had the looks of an ancient and brutal Cro-Magnon warrior rather than the suave mastermind style.

The android quickly took off before the door could be closed and barely made it inside. The force of the door closing had sent it stumbling through the air, but the NEXTINSECT righted itself, scanning the room.

It was large and well lighted, with a hole in the middle surrounded by futuristic machinery.

He had found it.

The android flew straight to the computer at the other side of the room, which was open and in the middle of calculations for something. The NEXTINSECT entered inside, finding the PCH, and he handed the tablet to Zalika again.

She would take as much as possible, the programming, the schematics, and everything related to the time machine, which would then be handed to Michael Holt.

Unfortunately, they had to stop as the door opened and someone came in.

"There you are." The voice wasn't Vandal's, but Miles hovered his finger over the self-destruct button in case he had tripped a hidden security system.

Which wasn't the case, as whatever the man came in for, it wasn't because they were discovered.



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Miles handed the flash drive to Michael.

"You got the schematics, nice." The genius plugged the disk into his computer to review the data brought to him but found more than he expected.

Miles pulled out the tablet, showing Vandal's computer's screen. "I got everything, with a real-time connection to the main computer in the lab."

It took them some time, hiding long distance relays across the country to give Michael access to Vandal's lab computer without a delay.

All thanks to the power of the capitalist system.



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