Shadow Lord Of DC

On a building, two teenagers were sparing .

Max punched. The punch flew through the air, with bizarre s.u.c.k.i.n.g force, but only the glinting of the punch was visible, making it impossible to see the exact direction from which the punch come.And yet, Neil had already clawed forward.

Within the force generated by Max's attack, there was a long, gray, five-fingered hand, clawing up.

The hand's shadow spun, and the hand's shape changed in kind. The hand attacked, seven moves in a row, and suddenly a "ding" sounded out. Neil was now half standing.

But Neil had already sent another punch ; it was embedded in Max's c.h.e.s.t.

The speed of the punch was indescribable. The movement of the hand was also impossible to see clearly.

The bystander(Alex) only heard a miserable gurgling, and the sound of Max dropping to the ground.

N:"I won."

M:"*Cough* Indeed."

Walking forward , Alex smiled at them and then said:"You're getting better. I have some bad news for you . "

Hearing that he has some bad news, Max's and Neil's face became ugly.

A:"Max you will lead the DL . Your mission will be to recruit heroes and fight criminals while I will be hunting. If something will happen to Gotham while I will be away , you should use this phone if the situation demands. It will call me directly."

M:"So it's time. You will go hunting the league?"

A:"Kind of. I need to do a lot more than hunting , but I will come back."

Two months later

On the hillside, a teenager about seventeen years old was standing in a strange position. The teenager's feet were stretched apart, toes touching the ground with the heels lifted, hands raised high above the head, his head tilted up, and shadows constantly circled within his body.Moonlight shone down, enveloping the teenager's body.

The boy continued his practice in this bizarre position, inhaling energy from the shadows into his body, letting it flow along his blood.

Night slowly passed.

As the moonlight faded, replaced by the first rays of sunshine, Alex slowly lowered his palms. His eyes opened to reveal deep, dark pupils that seemed to have a sharp golden glint deep within them.

Alex breathed out a mouthful of air , his eyes staring at the rising sun. From the day he left Gotham to the present day, it had been two months since he came to this place. He found that he can use the shadows to strengthen his body . Now two months later, he had managed to reach the strength of a weak Kryptonian.

At this moment, Alex heard the soft rustle of footsteps coming from the direction of the hillside. Alex knew who it was without having to look over his shoulder and sure enough, soon a tender, childlike voice cried out: "Alex, I know that you are here to train. Dad is looking for you."

Alex looked over his shoulder and saw a lovely ten year old girl with big round eyes and hair braided into two long braids, trekking up the small hill. This little girl was Clark Kent's sister, Jessica.

When he leaved Gotham, Alex decided to go towards Carl Kent. He wants to see the superman and maybe he can get something from this stop. And of course he gained something. Alex found that he can use the shadows to strengthen his body by absorbing their energy,well the energy they stored from the bodies they eat.

Your dad is looking for me?" Alex asked. "What is the matter?"

"I don't know." Jessica's voice was laced with innocence, "Alex, let's go back. ".

When Alex heard this, he smiled and squeezed Jessica's cute little cheeks (No harassment here or minor corruption involved here. Alex is pure or not?)before saying, "Let's go then,"

Jessica rubbed the spot where Alex had pinched her little face, pouted then said sulkily: "Alex, you are truly hateful. I have told you, don't pinch my cheeks!Humpf"

However, just as Jessica finished speaking, her cheeks were once again pinched by Alex, who laughed heartily as he made his escape. Jessica chased after him screaming, trying to catch up.

"Alex, don't run or Clark will beat you!"

The duo frolicked all the way down the hill until they had made their way back to the farm.

Back in the house, Alex headed straight to the dinning room. When he arrived at the dinning room , there was a middle-aged man in his mid-thirties dressed in a jeans and a T-shirt, sitting on the head seat. Next to him was a pretty woman. This married couple was Clark and Jessica's parents: the father Jonathan Kent, and the mother,Martha Kent..

"Uncle you were looking for me?" Alex asked as he walked into the room.

Jonathan raised his sharp, sword-like brows: "Where did you run off to so early in the morning?"You trained again no?"

"Yes sir. I trained on the hillside."

"You and your training. Even Clark was infected by your training routine. Forget it. I need to know. Do you know something about Clark origin?"