DC: My Name Is Not Billy Batson

Wayne Mansion – Batcave

Dane and Alfred descended the hidden staircase into the Batcave, the cavernous space alive with the hum of computers and the soft glow of monitors.

Since Batman had fallen into danger situation . Alfred, for all his wisdom and resourcefulness, now found himself relying on Dane to take command.

Amidst all this, Dane had made a bold decision—to release Poison Ivy from the Umbrella Lab.

Unlike Gotham's other villains, Poison Ivy was more of an extreme environmental activist than a true criminal. As long as she wasn't obsessing over turning the city into a sprawling jungle, she was relatively harmless.

Dane regarded her with a measured but respectful tone. "You're a passionate protector of nature, Dr. Isley, not a monster. Treating you otherwise would be a mistake."

Poison Ivy leaned against a railing, her verdant aura soft in the Batcave's harsh lighting. She tilted her head, regarding Dane with curiosity. "Well, aren't you full of surprises? It's rare to meet someone in Gotham who doesn't treat me like a pest."

Nearby, Damian was kicking on floor, his frustration plain on his face. "So what about me? Everyone else has a mission. What am I supposed to do? Stand around and babysit the cave?"

Alfred straightened, his tone firm but tinged with concern. "Master Damian, I must insist that you remain here. You're safest at the manor."

Damian scowled but didn't argue, though he began muttering something under his breath about Jason and his chance to kill.

Alfred exchanged a look with Dane, his relief evident. He had learned the truth about Damian's lineage from Dane, and the revelation had left him both surprised and overjoyed.

For years, Alfred had resigned himself to the idea that the Wayne family legacy might fade with Bruce. Now, standing before him was undeniable proof of its continuation—a living heir.

Alfred studied Damian carefully. He could see the striking resemblance to Bruce. It was as if he were looking at a younger version of his master.

Damian was dissatisfied, but Alfred, who treated him sincerely, was reluctant to brush him off.

Dane, with a slight tug on his clothing, pinched a section of fabric between his fingers. In an instant, it morphed into a swarm of nanoparticles. He tossed them onto the Batcomputer, and within moments, the particles blended seamlessly with the system.

It wasn't long before the entire base was essentially welcoming him, granting full access to every system and file.

Barbara watched, her eyes widening. This guy's tech level is off the charts!

Not only did he wield magic, but he also had control over some of the most advanced technology Barbara had ever seen.

As if that weren't enough, she was to realize that Dane wasn't just the Batcomputer—he was also accessing Wayne Enterprises' private satellites.

"Holy... you've got seven commercial satellites?" Barbara murmured, her voice tinged with awe.

Wayne Enterprises—one of the top corporate powerhouses in the DC universe—was known for its wealth, but this was a whole new level of opulence. Seven satellites? Even Umbrella Corporation had just launched a single one at this point.

In the U.S., NASA and private companies like SpaceX had made space access almost a commodity, but it was something else entirely.

Dane swiftly pulled up a satellite map, pinpointing the exact location of wayne Enterprises in Gotham City.

This wasn't Marvel's Stark Industries—no, this was a high-tech pharmaceutical company operating in Gotham. The Scarecrow had stolen a device called "Rainstorm," intending to release poison gas across the city.

Barbara frowned. This is like a rip-off of Doctor Lizard's plot from Spider-Man... these villains really need some new ideas.

Meanwhile, Wonder Woman was already on her way to the location, moving. No mercenary, no matter how armed, stood a chance against her divine strength.

She cut through their ranks effortlessly, not sparing any of the gun-wielding soldiers. They were swiftly neutralized.

Following Dane's instructions, she quickly installed the neutralizing capsule into the "Rainstorm" device.

Just as she was about to activate it, a figure leaped out from the shadows, as Dane had predicted.

As Diana continued to operate the "Rainstorm" device, she didn't notice the Freeze Man sneaking up behind her. With a cryo-ray, he froze her in place.

"Hahaha, I've got you now!" the Freeze Man cackled, having been hiding, patiently waiting for the perfect moment.

He had saw that this woman was no ordinary opponent, so he'd kept himself out of sight, biding his time. Now, he had succeeded.

But what he didn't realize was just how strong Wonder Woman truly was.

The ice surrounding her suddenly cracked with a loud snap, and the Freeze Man's laughter died abruptly. Diana glared at him, furious.

"Wait!" he shouted, but Diana wasn't interested in hearing his excuses. she raised her wrists, smashing her iconic bracelets together with tremendous force that sent the Freeze Man flying.

This time, the force sent the Freeze Man flying, him carving a wide arc through the air before vanishing into the distance. Given the force of the blow, it was unlikely he'd survive intact.

Turning her attention back to the "Rainstorm" machine, Diana quickly realized the extent of the damage. A corner of the device had been sliced by an ice blade—clearly the Freeze Man's parting sabotage.

The machine had entered its activation phase and couldn't be shut down.

"Damn it!" Diana growled, slamming her fist against the console in frustration.

After taking a moment to compose herself, she activated her communicator. "Dane, we have a problem. The machine is runing, and I can't stop it."

In the Batcave, there was a sudden, heavy silence. Dane didn't answer immediately, his expression unreadable as he processed the situation.

After a long pause, Poison Ivy broke the silence:

"Beneath Gotham City lies an ancient plant, dormant but powerful. If I release it, I might be able to synthesize enough neutralizer to counteract the gas."

Dane's gaze shifted to her, his voice calm yet probing. "And at what cost?"

Poison Ivy remained composed, her tone steady. "If I want to cover the whole city, it will likely cost me my life."

"Even knowing that, you're still willing to do it?" Dane asked, curiously.

Poison Ivy didn't reply, but her silence spoke volumes. It was Barbara who finally broke the tension. "Why would you do that?"

"To protect Gotham's plants," Poison Ivy said simply. Yet her words hinted at something deeper—perhaps she was protecting Gotham in her own unique way.

Dane exhaled and waved a hand dismissively. "It doesn't need to come to that. It's not as bad as it seems."

All eyes turned to him in disbelief. Damian, ever impatient, asked bluntly, "Do you have a Plan B?"

Dane nodded, though his expression turned sheepish. "Yes, but it's... a little flashy. I wasn't planning to use it unless absolutely necessary. But now that the 'Rainstorm' has been activated, we don't have a choice."

Curiosity peaked among the group, but before anyone could press further, Diana's urgent voice came through the communicator:

"Whatever your plan is, Dane, I suggest you hurry—it's already working!"

Dane quickly brought up the surveillance feed near a Enterprises on the Batcomputer. The live footage showed yellow, turbid gas spreading outward like an unstoppable tide, consuming the city at an alarming speed.

"It's begun!" Damian muttered, his usual bravado giving way to grim realization.

This new strain of Scarecrow's fear gas was unlike anything Gotham had faced before. It could infiltrate the body through both inhalation and skin contact, rendering conventional gas masks useless.

On the streets, people began collapsing under the influence of the spreading toxic gas. As those affected turned on each other, attacking in a frenzy fueled by fear and hallucinations.

Seeing this, Dane didn't hesitate. "I'm leaving," he said abruptly, rising to his feet. Without another word, he launched into the air, leaving behind a shockwave that echoed through the Batcave.

The sonic boom resonated as Dane disappeared.

Damian watched him go and, though the moment was dire, couldn't resist muttering, "Is being able to fly a prerequisite for joining the Justice League?" Barbara shot him a glare, then turned back to the computer screen, her worry etched across her face.

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Northern Ice Factory.

Superman had knocked out all the enemies with ease, leaving Batman genuinely surprised. He had assumed that everyone in the Justice League was as ruthless as Dane.

Their victory was short-lived, though, as Gordon's urgent distress call came through, alerting them that the fear gas had begun to spread across Gotham.

"Have you located the poison gas bomb ?" Batman asked.

Clark scratched the back of his head awkwardly. "Uh... what?"

Batman sighed. "Hopeless." Without another word, he shot his grapple gun and ascended to the rooftop.

Nightwing, not missing a beat, called to Superman. "Care to give me a lift?"

With Nightwing now airborne thanks to Superman, the group scanned. People were collapsing, overwhelmed by the toxic gas, lashing out at one another in a delirious and frenzied state.

"This is bad," Nightwing said grimly. "This might really be the end for Gotham."

Before anyone could respond, a bolt of lightning suddenly streaked up from the ground into the sky.

Nightwing blinked in disbelief, rubbing his eyes. "Did I just see that?"

"You didn't imagine it," Batman said in his usual flat tone.

Superman brightened. "It's Dane!"

Nightwing shot him a quizzical look. "Dane?"

Realizing his mistake, Superman corrected himself hastily, "I mean, uh, Shazam!"

"Right," Nightwing muttered, raising an eyebrow but letting it slide.

The lightning bolt tore through the sky, and the once-stagnant clouds above Gotham began to churn. A massive vortex formed, spinning with increasing intensity as it sucked the gas upward like a vacuum.

A powerful low-pressure system formed at the center of Gotham, whipping wind through the streets and pulling the poison skyward. The capes of Batman and Superman billowed violently in the gusts, as they watched the yellow gas rise higher and higher.

Within moments, the poison gas had condensed into a concentrated toxic cloud high above the city. The vortex continued to spin, and the sky rumbled with thunder.

Lightning erupted from the sky in dazzling arcs, piercing through the yellow cloud. Each strike carried immense energy, its heat vaporizing the toxic molecules and neutralizing the gas completely.

Bit by bit, the gas faded from the sky, until there was nothing left of the deadly gas.

But the job wasn't done, many were in the city were still infected.

High above the city, Dane floated in the remaining thunderclouds, channeling the "divine power of Zeus." With a surge of power, he stirred the clouds, and the skies answered his call. A torrential rain began to fall, its drops infused with the neutralizer he had crushed moments earlier.

As the rain poured down, soaking the city, Dane looked out over Gotham with relief. This wasn't just a rain—it was salvation. The rain cleansed the streets, washing away the last remnants of the gas and restoring clarity to the minds of those afflicted.