DC: System Shock (COMPLETED)

Well, if I had plans for a wild adventure, this wasn’t what I had in mind. One moment I’m crashing on the couch, thumbing through my dog-eared DC Comics collection, and the next... Boom! I’m smack dab in the middle of Metropolis, and let me tell you, it's not the Metropolis you see on postcards. Imagine, the skyscrapers you dream about from movies and comics, now they're crumbling. Flashing lights and explosions paint the skyline. No, it's not some fancy holographic display; this is real, alarmingly real. There I was, regular old me, standing in all my awkwardness in a city under siege by god-knows-what-and-who. Superman is up there, cape fluttering and all, throwing down with these ominous-looking entities. And me? I'm over here, equal parts stunned and terrified. As debris rains down like a disaster movie on steroids, I’m diving for cover behind a partially collapsed building. The dusty, shredded pages of my comic collection flutter around me, a stark contrast to this gritty, chaotic reality. Then, out of nowhere, this shimmering interface pops up, hanging in the air like a neon sign in Times Square. It’s like some cosmic computer screen offering me options like I’m about to pick a new phone plan. I poke at it because what else do you do when you’re yanked from your comfy world and dropped into a super-powered showdown? The thing offers guidance, quests, and, get this, points. Points! Like I’m suddenly part of some cosmic rewards program. So here I am, taking cover, trying not to stick out like a sore thumb in my jeans and old band t-shirt, while navigating an interface that might as well be from a sci-fi flick. “Welcome to the Universal Network System,” it says. And I’m thinking, “Yeah, thanks for the warm welcome, but can I get a ticket back to my couch?”

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Shocking Plan #6

Feeling a sense of control over the conversation, I couldn't help but grin confidently. "My name's Micah Foster... as for how I know all this, I just do," I stated calmly, trying to maintain an air of mystery. "You can even say that knowing things I have no business knowing is my whole bread and butter..." I added, gesturing dramatically with my arms for effect. 

"I even know that you plan to team up with Parasite to take on Superman and that he'll double-cross you with a taste of your power as compensation," I added, watching Livewire's face closely. 

"In the end, he'll get impatient and handsy at a critical moment, double cross you, and both of you will be back in the can faster than you can say Kryptonite..." I concluded, speaking in a matter-of-fact tone. 

Her expression shifted like a fast-forward movie reel—confusion gave way to shock, which morphed into seething anger, and then settled into a blank look, as if she couldn't quite process the situation. I was riding the wave of this interaction, relishing every second of discomfort I seemed to be causing her.

One might say I was counting my chickens before they hatched, maybe being a bit too overconfident, but I found myself surprisingly enjoying the thrilling rush of the moment.

Livewire picked up on my amusement, her dissatisfaction brewing visibly as she gritted her teeth. "Fine, let's pretend I buy into this all-knowing act for now," she spat out, her narrowed eyes expressing skepticism. "But you're dancing around the point. What's your game here?"

Her cautious tone suggested she was reassessing my significance, upgrading me from just an amusing bystander to a possible asset or a threat, which was a step in the right direction. Now—I only needed to persuade her that it was in her best interest to see me as the former. 

"I think 'too-knowing' would be a better description, but let's leave that aside for now," I responded, maintaining my grin while subtly acknowledging her implied threat. 

"You see, I find myself in a peculiar situation, one where the help of a god-fearing villainess with the right connections and power would be invaluable... naturally, I'm not asking for a free lunch," I added with a nonchalant shrug, trying to exude an air of confidence.

Livewire mulled over my proposition before probing further. "And what exactly are you offering me?" she inquired, her tone suggesting a hint of interest while still being cautious.

I took a breath, gathering my thoughts before speaking. "It's not about what I can offer you, but more about what you truly desire..." I calmly began, needing a moment to structure my argument.

Livewire's impatience was evident as she tapped her foot, arms crossed, demanding, "I'm listening. Get to the point."

"Let's talk about your thing, Livewire—the whole electricity bit," I said, aiming to keep her engaged. "Your focus has been on taking down Superman, but it will always end the same way. You're taken out, put in the big house, and we're back to square one. Rinse and repeat. But does it have to be that way?" I probed, hoping to nudge her toward considering an alternative.

Livewire scoffed at my words. "So what? You're suggesting I hang up the old form-fitting costume and stop using my powers?" She said, her tone dripped with disbelief. 

"Better yet, maybe you want me to join the do-gooders, and waste my life helping some schmuck I've never met?" She added in a dismissive tone as if the very idea was the epitome of ridiculousness. 

I shook my head in mild exasperation at Livewire's dismissive attitude. "God forbid that you do," I replied, rolling my eyes. "It doesn't have to be one extreme or the other. There are other ways to use your powers beyond fixating on the big boy scout or aiding those in need."

Livewire chuckled a hint of sarcasm in her voice. "Oh, I'm sure you're about to enlighten me on all the possibilities," she said mockingly.

"Ask, and ye shall receive," I retorted with a grin. "You want the spotlight, right? You want Metropolis to know you're a force to be reckoned with. Well, there's a way to achieve without picking fights with a guy who wears undies over his pants at every given chance and wrecking the city while you're at it...."

I cleared my throat and continued. "The city of Metropolis offers many opportunities for someone with your talents—I can teach you to seize every last one of them..."

As Livewire quirked an eyebrow, she challenged me, her tone daring. "That all sounds peachy, but aren't you forgetting something? You know, like the fact that I'm a convicted supervillainess... the only reason I'm standing here is that I managed to escape prison," she stated, a challenging look on her face as if she'd just put me in a tight spot.

"True, but we'll just have to work on getting you acquitted, won't we?" I responded, a grin spreading across my face. Livewire didn't seem impressed, judging by her stoic expression.

"Public opinion and perspective can be a powerful tool, capable of turning even the most heinous criminals into public heroes if wielded correctly..." I asserted confidently. 

"And take a look around you. There's a perfect opportunity for someone like you to change their public image, you know, what with the army of weirdos wreaking havoc in the city and what have you," I added, performing my best carpet salesman impression. 

Livewire paused, glancing around at the chaotic scene, observing the disparate army of bizarre villains wreaking havoc. 

"All that time in the can must have done a number on me..." she sighed. "Fine... I'll work with you for now, but if I find out you're trying to double-or unable to deliver your sale's pitch..." Livewire warned, trailing off as she extended both hands, electricity crackling at her palms. 

"You'll zap me stupid. Trust me, we've already covered that," I retorted, rolling my eyes. "Now, pay attention..."


High above the Metropolis skyline, amidst the ongoing battle, the spectacle of heroes and invaders clashed in a whirlwind of chaos. Superman, a beacon of hope, darted through the fray with astonishing speed, effortlessly neutralizing threats and safeguarding civilians. 

His red cape fluttered heroically behind him as he rescued a stranded boy, reuniting him with his anxious mother below.

Amidst the flurry of action, Superman's keen eyesight caught a menacing sight—a robotic invader targeting a building where numerous civilians had sought refuge. Without hesitation, the robot raised its arm, readying an ominous attack aimed directly at the shelter.

Recognizing the imminent danger, the Man of Steel streaked toward the building, his flight swift as the wind. However, before he could reach the assailant, a sudden bolt of crackling electricity intercepted the robot. The singular jolt halted the machine in its tracks, momentarily stunning it.

Amidst the chaos, Superman watched with incredulity as the robotic invader diverted its aim from the building to target another intruder—a demonic creature with emerald scales sneaking up on Hal Jordan, the Green Lantern. 

The robot's arm whirred, releasing a pulsating blue energy bolt that struck the scaled creature square in the back, causing it to plummet to the ground.

A chain reaction began. Electric surges erupted, cascading across the battlefield like a storm. The sparking bolts of electricity swirled through the air, infecting the robotic invaders and turning them against their own ranks. 

Each bolt created a chaotic display, zapping the machines and setting off a strange domino effect across the battlefield.

Suddenly, every intact screen within the city flickered to life, Livewire's smirking face dominating the displays. Her grin exuded a sense of smug confidence as she addressed the entire city with unwavering authority.

"Hello, Metropolis! Livewire here, ready to save the day!" Her voice echoed through the cityscape, amplified by the hijacked screens. "I've taken control of a good portion of our unwanted guests and I plan to herd those funky-looking enemies fellows to the eastern side of the city!"

She laid out a plan with an air of calculated assurance. "For now, I need all of you to head toward the western side where it's safer. Let the do-gooder capers handle these intruders while my army of robotic minions and I keep your side of town safe!" Her directives were firm, and the broadcast concluded promptly after she finished speaking.

Then, as the broadcast ended, the robotic invaders split into two groups, one attacking the other unwanted guests. The other moved toward the ground, attempting to guide the civilians to the safety of the city's western side. 


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