Batman’s Son in Marvel

The laboratory hummed softly as the plasma weapon hummed to life, glowing faintly as it charged. Adam stood confidently, watching Fox's awestruck expression.

"Plasma weapons are powerful," Adam began, his voice calm but filled with authority. "The temperature of high-energy plasma can rival the core of the sun. In some cases, it can even vaporize steel."

Fox's eyes widened. "Vaporize steel? That's insane!"

"But," Adam continued, "they come with their own set of challenges. High-temperature plasma isn't as easy to control as bullets. One wrong calculation, and the entire system could explode. And since plasma beams are generated within milliseconds, the process is even harder to stabilize."

Fox stepped closer to the armor, his eyes scanning every detail of its construction.

"This is… groundbreaking. But how did you weaponize it without running into catastrophic failures?"

"Plasma beam pulse weapons aren't just simple plasma emitters," Adam said, motioning toward the gauntlet of the armor. "They're designed as kinetic energy weapons, too. The heat melts targets, but the impact delivers an explosive punch."

Fox's eyebrows furrowed. "Impact? Plasma doesn't normally behave like that. It melts—it doesn't hit."

Adam smirked. "Let me show you."

"Skynet," he said, "activate targeting mode."

The armor responded instantly. Its right arm lifted, the palm glowing as several beams of light shot out toward a concrete target on the far wall.

Fox flinched at the sudden burst of energy. When the dust settled, he walked over to examine the damage.

What he saw left him speechless.

The concrete slab had a crater blasted into it. The edges were scorched and melted, hardened into glass-like formations. It didn't just look damaged—it looked devastated.

Fox turned back to Adam, his eyes filled with disbelief.

"This is incredible." He knelt to touch the crystallized edges of the hole. "Plasma behaving like a physical projectile? How did you pull this off?"

Adam leaned casually against the control panel. "Magnetic confinement."

Fox stood and stared. "Magnetic confinement? You mean like a particle accelerator?"

"Exactly," Adam said. "The plasma is held in place using a quadrupole magnetic confinement device. It generates a strong magnetic field to stabilize the plasma, keeping it intact long enough to fire in a concentrated burst. Think of it as a magnetic bottle—only this bottle explodes when it hits something."

Fox's eyes lit up. "Wait… didn't Tony Stark write about this in his paper last year? Something about Hall propulsion units?"

Adam smirked. "He did. And like most geniuses, Stark didn't even realize what he'd created until later. His design was meant for propulsion, but it turned out to be the foundation for weaponizing plasma."

Fox paced in front of the armor, his mind racing.

"But this means…" He paused. "The plasma weapon still works as a thruster, doesn't it?"

Adam nodded. "That's the beauty of it. It's a dual-purpose system. When it's not firing as a weapon, it functions as a propulsion device, using ionized particles for thrust. That's how Stark's original design evolved into this."

Fox ran his hands through his hair. "This is insane. You've essentially combined a rocket engine and a railgun into one device."

Adam chuckled. "It's more practical than it sounds. The plasma generator consumes very little material, so it can run for extended periods without needing a recharge."

"But doesn't it need a working medium?" Fox asked.

"It does," Adam said. "Matter can't be created out of nothing, after all. The plasma uses a special particle medium—kind of like the fuel for a chemical rocket. The key was figuring out how to minimize the amount required while maximizing output."

Fox shook his head in disbelief. "That's what I don't get. How does it produce such devastating force with so little material?"

"That's the magic of engineering," Adam replied with a grin. "Efficiency is everything. You don't need volume when you have precision."

Fox sighed, stepping back to take another look at the armor.

"Plasma weapons are incredible," he admitted, "but aren't there any drawbacks?"

Adam shrugged. "Of course. Every weapon has its limits."

Fox raised an eyebrow. "Like what?"

"Accuracy, for one," Adam said. "Plasma beams aren't as precise as bullets. They spread out over longer distances, which reduces their effectiveness against small targets. Penetration is another issue. Plasma weapons work great against light armor, but they struggle against thick plating, like tank armor."

Fox nodded. "So that's why Stark used missiles and armor-piercing rounds against tanks instead of plasma."

"Exactly." Adam pointed at the armor's weapons systems. "That's why this suit has multiple options—plasma beams for soft targets and missiles for hard ones."

Fox frowned. "What about rescue missions? Plasma doesn't seem safe for hostage situations."

"It's not," Adam admitted. "That's why the armor also has traditional firearms. Plasma's great for combat, but there are times when you need precision instead of power."

Fox let out a long breath. "So there's no perfect weapon, huh?"

"Nope." Adam grinned. "Weapons are tools, and tools have trade-offs. What matters is knowing when and how to use them."

Fox glanced back at the armor one last time, shaking his head.

"I can't believe you built all of this," he said. "And you're what, sixteen?"

Adam smirked. "Seventeen. But who's counting?"

Fox rolled his eyes but couldn't hide his admiration.

"Just promise me one thing," Fox said, his tone serious. "Don't let this fall into the wrong hands."

Adam's smile faded slightly.

"I promise."

He wasn't building this for profit or fame. He was building it to make sure he'd always have control. And if the world came for him, he'd be ready.

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