DC : Architect of Vengeance

The Gotham University Psychology Department buzzed with unusual energy as Alex arrived for his morning lecture. Students clustered around newspaper stands, their voices mixing excitement with unease.

The headlines screamed variations of the same story: "DOLLOTRON VICTIMS TESTIFY: PROFESSOR PYG'S REIGN OF TERROR EXPOSED."

Alex purchased a copy of the Gotham Gazette, scanning the front page as he walked. The article detailed the testimonies of Pyg's recovered victims, their accounts of torture and mental manipulation painting a picture of horror that had shocked even Gotham's worn down population.

"The survivors, who have asked to remain anonymous, provided detailed accounts of their captivity," the article read. "Their testimonies have led to the discovery of three additional underground facilities where similar atrocities may have occurred."

What the article didn't mention—what it couldn't mention—was that Professor Pyg had simply vanished. No body had been found, no trace of his whereabouts discovered. The police investigation had concluded that he had likely fled the city, but Alex knew better. The professor was exactly where he belonged, seeing his own reflection for the first time in his twisted existence.

"Mr. Thorne!" A voice called from across the psychology building's main hallway. Alex turned to see Dr. Sarah Kellerman, the department head, approaching slowly. "I need to speak with you."

Alex followed her to her office, noting the way other faculty members watched their passage. The atmosphere in the department had shifted dramatically since the Dollotron story broke.

"Close the door," Dr. Kellerman said, settling behind her desk. "We need to discuss your involvement with the Dollotron recovery program."

Alex maintained his carefully constructed expression of professional concern. "Of course, Dr. Kellerman. How can I help?"

"The victims you've been working with," she began, pulling out a thick file. "Their recovery rate has been... unprecedented. In three weeks, you've achieved psychological breakthroughs that should have taken months, if not years."

"They're remarkably resilient individuals," Alex replied. "Sometimes trauma survivors possess an inner strength that—"

"Spare me the clinical speak," Dr. Kellerman interrupted. "I've been doing this for twenty years, and I've never seen anything like what you've accomplished. These people were broken at a fundamental level—their personalities fractured, their memories scrambled, their basic humanity stripped away. Yet somehow, you've managed to restore not just their cognitive function, but their emotional capacity."

Alex chose his words carefully. "I've been using some intensive therapeutic techniques. The standard approaches weren't sufficient for the level of trauma they experienced. Sometimes healing just takes time, and the right environment can accelerate natural recovery processes. In addition, they were in a better state than I hoped when I recieved them."

"Intensive how?" Dr. Kellerman leaned forward. "Because I've reviewed your session notes, and while they're thorough, they don't explain the results you're achieving."

The truth was that the Architect had already done most of the work. During the night after their confrontation with Pyg, he had used his biomass abilities to carefully repair damaged neural pathways, to restore memories that had been surgically suppressed, to literally rebuild the connections that made his patients human. Alex's therapy sessions were simply helping them process and integrate what had already been healed.

"I've been supplementing traditional therapy with immersive memory reconstruction exercises," Alex said. "Helping them piece together their experiences in a controlled environment, allowing them to process trauma without being overwhelmed by it. The human psyche has remarkable self-healing properties when given the right conditions."

"Memory reconstruction?" Dr. Kellerman's eyes showed interest. "That's cutting-edge work. Have you considered publishing your methodology? The psychological community would be fascinated by your results."

"I'm still refining the process," Alex replied. "Each patient requires a customized approach based on their specific trauma patterns. It's more art than science at this point."

Dr. Kellerman nodded approvingly. "That's the mark of a natural therapist. You have an intuitive understanding of the human psyche that can't be taught in textbooks."

"There's something else," she continued, opening another file. "Bruce Wayne personally requested your involvement in this program. He specifically asked for you, by name, despite the fact that you're still a graduate student. He's been quite impressed with your work."

"I've been contributing to the Gotham Psychology Review," Alex said. "My work on criminal pathology has gained some attention in academic circles. Mr. Wayne has been funding research into trauma recovery, so it's natural he'd be aware of emerging therapists in the field."

"It's quite fortuitous that we had someone with your expertise available when these victims were discovered." Dr. Kellerman noted with admiration.

Before Alex could respond, his phone buzzed with a text message. The sender was listed as "B. Wayne," and the message was brief: "Impressive work with the Dollotron patients. University Club, 2 PM. We should discuss expanding the program."

Alex deleted the message, but not before Dr. Kellerman noticed his reaction. "Everything alright?"

"Just a scheduling update," Alex replied, standing. "If there's nothing else, I have a session with the Dollotron patients in an hour."

"Actually, there is something else." Dr. Kellerman opened another file, this one considerably thicker. "The university is considering fast-tracking your doctorate based on your exceptional work with these patients. Your practical results are far exceeding theoretical requirements."

Alex felt a moment of genuine surprise. "That's... unexpected."

"Exceptional circumstances call for exceptional measures," Dr. Kellerman said. "Your work with these victims has demonstrated a level of expertise that most students don't achieve until years after graduation. The department would like to offer you a full research position, with funding from the Wayne Foundation."

"I'm honored by the offer," Alex said carefully. "Though I should mention that I'm still exploring different career paths. Criminal psychology is just one of my interests."

"Of course. Take your time to consider it. But Alex?" Dr. Kellerman's expression grew serious. "Whatever you decide, know that you've already made a real difference in these people's lives. That's something to be proud of."

As Alex left Dr. Kellerman's office, his mind processed the implications. His cover as a psychology student was not only intact but strengthening. The success of the Dollotron recovery program had enhanced his reputation rather than raising suspicions.

Walking across campus, Alex noticed the subtle changes in Gotham's atmosphere. Crime rates had dropped significantly over the past months, with many criminal organizations either destroyed or fled from the city. The Architect's work was having the intended effect—fear was replacing confidence in Gotham's criminal underworld.

But there were also unintended consequences. Several news outlets had begun referring to Gotham's mysterious vigilante as "The Judge," focusing on the symbolic nature of the crime scenes—the scales of justice, the precise nature of the punishments, the way each victim's crimes were reflected in their fate.

Alex pulled out his phone and scrolled through recent news articles. The Gotham Gazette had published an editorial praising the unknown vigilante's work, arguing that someone was finally holding criminals accountable when the justice system failed. The piece had generated significant public support, with polls showing that sixty percent of Gotham residents approved of the vigilante's methods.

"Citizens report feeling safer in their neighborhoods," one article read. "Crime families that once operated openly are now in hiding, and street-level criminals are fleeing the city in unprecedented numbers."

The irony wasn't lost on Alex. By becoming a monster to hunt monsters, he had inadvertently become a hero to many of Gotham's citizens. The Architect was feared by criminals and celebrated by victims, creating a strange duality that he hadn't anticipated.

His phone buzzed again, this time with a call from Marcus Jr, one of the recovered Dollotron victims.

"Dr. Thorne? I hope I'm not bothering you," Marcus's voice carried a strength that hadn't been there weeks earlier. "I wanted to thank you for everything you've done. The therapy sessions have been... transformative."

"I'm glad to hear you're feeling better, Marcus," Alex replied. "How are you adjusting to life outside the program?"

"Better than I expected. The memories are still difficult, but I feel like myself again. Like I have control over my own thoughts and actions." Marcus paused. "There's something else. I've been having dreams about that night with Professor Pyg. Not nightmares—more like... closure dreams. Like my subconscious is finally processing what happened."

Alex knew exactly what Marcus was experiencing.

The neural repairs he'd made as the Architect were allowing the victims' minds to naturally integrate their traumatic experiences without being overwhelmed by them. The dreams were a sign that the healing was taking hold at a fundamental level.

"That's a positive development," Alex said. "Trauma processing through dreams is a healthy part of recovery. Your mind is learning to file those experiences appropriately."

"I wanted to ask you something," Marcus continued. "The other victims and I have been talking, and we all feel like we owe a debt to whoever stopped Professor Pyg. We think he didn't just disappear—someone made sure he could never hurt anyone again."

"What makes you think that?"

"Because we know what kind of man he was. He would never have just run away. He was obsessed with his work, completely committed to his twisted vision of perfection. The only way he would have stopped is if someone made him stop."

"That's... an interesting theory," Alex said carefully.

"We want to find this person," Marcus said. "We want to thank them. We've been thinking about putting together some kind of public statement, maybe organizing a reward fund. Someone out there gave us our lives back, and we want them to know how grateful we are."

Alex felt a complex mix of emotions. The victims he'd saved wanted to thank their savior, not knowing they were speaking to him directly. There was something deeply moving about their gratitude.

"I understand the impulse," Alex said. "But you might want to be careful about drawing attention to yourselves. If this person exists, they might prefer to remain anonymous. Sometimes the best way to honor someone's sacrifice is to respect their privacy."

"You're probably right," Marcus agreed. "But still we hope to let them know that we're grateful. All of us. We understand what it cost them to save us."

"Thank you again, Dr. Thorne. For everything. I'll see you at next week's session."

As Alex ended the call, he realized that the Architect's work was having effects he hadn't anticipated.

The victims weren't just healing—they were becoming advocates, speakers, symbols of survival. Their testimonies were exposing the corruption that had protected monsters like Pyg, and their recovery was inspiring other trauma survivors to seek help.

The scales of justice weren't just balanced through punishment—they were balanced through healing, through restoration, through the simple act of giving victims back their humanity.

Alex checked his watch. It was almost time for his meeting with Bruce Wayne.

But first, he had one more call to make. He dialed a number he'd memorized but never used—a direct line to Detective James Gordon.

"Gordon."

"Detective, this is Alex Thorne from Gotham University. I've been working with the Dollotron recovery program, and I wanted to let you know that several of the victims have expressed interest in providing additional testimony about their experiences."

"That's good news," Gordon said. "We're still investigating Professor Pyg's disappearance, and any additional information could be helpful."

"I'll coordinate with the victims to ensure they're psychologically prepared for formal statements," Alex said. "Their recovery is still ongoing, but they're eager to help ensure that no one else suffers what they went through."

"Understood. And Dr. Thorne? Thank you for the work you're doing with these people. It's not often we see victims recover so completely from this level of trauma."

"Just doing my job, Detective. Justice isn't just about punishment—it's about healing too."

As Alex ended the call, he realized that statement was more true than Gordon could ever know.

The Architect dispensed punishment, but Alex Thorne provided healing. Together, they were creating a new kind of justice—one that honored both the need for accountability and the possibility of redemption.

Gotham was slowly becoming a place where monsters feared to tread and victims could hope to heal.

Notes :

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Architect Reputation level +100,+200,+100.....

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