DC : Architect of Vengeance

The afternoon sun cast long shadows across Wayne Enterprises' executive floor as Alex Thorne adjusted his tie, reviewing the psychological profiles spread across his briefcase.

Three weeks had passed since the Dollotron incident, and his reputation as Gotham's most effective trauma specialist had grown beyond the academic circles he'd carefully cultivated.

"Mr. Thorne, thank you for coming on such short notice."

Bruce Wayne's voice carried that familiar mix of corporate charm and underlying steel as he entered the conference room. The billionaire's handshake was firm, his blue eyes searching Alex's face with the intensity of someone who made a living reading people.

"Not at all, Mr. Wayne. Your message mentioned an unusual case requiring immediate attention." Alex settled into the leather chair across from Bruce, noting how the man positioned himself with his back to the window – a habit of someone who preferred controlling sightlines.

Bruce activated a privacy screen with a subtle gesture, the conference room's smart glass becoming opaque. "What I'm about to discuss is highly classified, involving federal law enforcement and... specialized agencies."

"I understand confidentiality, Mr. Wayne. The Dollotron victims' recovery required similar discretion."

"Yes, about that." Bruce leaned forward, his expression growing serious. "Your methods with those victims caught the attention of some very interesting people. People who deal with situations far beyond conventional psychology."

Alex maintained his composed exterior while his enhanced senses caught the subtle changes in Bruce's heartbeat, the micro-expressions that suggested the billionaire was choosing his words very carefully.

"The Flash – you may have heard of Central City's resident speedster – has requested your specific expertise for a case that's stumped every psychiatrist they've consulted."

Interesting. Alex's mind raced with possibilities. The Flash meant the Justice League, which meant access to a whole new level of superhumans.

"What makes this case so unique?"

Bruce slid a sealed folder across the table. "Dr. Emily Blunt, neuroscientist specializing in telepathic phenomena. Three months ago, she was captured by a super-intelligent gorilla named Grodd during his latest scheme. When the Flash rescued her, they discovered her mind had been... fragmented."

Alex opened the folder, scanning the psychiatric evaluations and brain scans. The data was fascinating – multiple personality manifestations, memory displacement, some kinds of defensive mapeasures against telepathic intrusion.

"Grodd didn't just torture her," Bruce continued. "He scrambled her brain. Her psyche has been split into multiple fragments and contain very important info that Gordd requires. Flash believes she holds the key to stopping his next attack."

"And conventional therapy has failed?"

"Completely. We would have tried telepathic contact, but Martian Manhunter is currently off-world on Thanagarian business."

Alex studied the brain scans more carefully, noting the unusual neural pathway formations. This wasn't just trauma – this was restructuring of consciousness itself.

"Why me specifically? There are renowned specialists in telepathic trauma, professors with decades more experience."

Bruce's smile held secrets. "Because your success with the Dollotrons wasn't just about traditional recovery methods, was it, Alex? You understand trauma in ways that go beyond textbook psychology. You see the patterns others miss, find solutions where everyone else sees only problems."

Alex met Bruce's gaze steadily. "I've always believed that healing requires understanding the full scope of damage. Sometimes conventional approaches aren't enough."

"Exactly." Bruce stood, moving to the window. "The Flash is desperate, Alex. This woman is suffering, and she's our only link to stopping Grodd's next scheme. Every day she remains fragmented, innocent lives are at risk."

Alex closed the folder, decision made. This was an opportunity he couldn't refuse – access to superhuman psychology, a chance to study telepathic abilities, and potentially a new source of power to enhance his own capabilities.

"I'll take the case, Mr. Wayne. When do I leave for Central City?"

"Tonight. The Flash will meet you at STAR Labs tomorrow morning." Bruce extended his hand again. "Thank you, Alex. I have a feeling you're exactly what this situation requires."

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Four hours later, Alex descended into his underground lair through the hidden pipeline network beneath his apartment building. The pipeline was too narrow for a normal human, but not for someone with Alex's powers.

The chair's occupant thrashed against his bindings, muffled screams escaping through the duct tape covering his mouth. Tony Marcelli – small-time enforcer for the Falcone crew, captured three nights ago while collecting protection money from a dry cleaner. His eyes were wide with terror, sweat streaming down his face as he stared at Alex's approaching form.

"Shh," Alex whispered, his voice carrying an almost gentle tone that somehow made it more terrifying. "Your service to justice is about to begin."

Tony's muffled screams intensified as Alex removed his gloves, revealing hands that seemed to pulse with dark energy beneath the skin. The bound man had heard the stories – whispered rumors in the underworld about people who simply vanished, their bodies found arranged like grotesque art pieces.

"You see, Tony," Alex continued conversationally, placing his palm against the struggling man's forehead, "I have business in Central City. But Gotham still requires attention."

The moment Alex's skin made contact, Tony's eyes rolled back in agony. Black tendrils of biomass began flowing from Alex's hand, seeping into the criminal's pores like liquid. Tony's body convulsed violently against the restraints, his screams becoming inhuman as his very cellular structure began to change.

"Falcone and Maroni sit in their Blackgate cells, thinking concrete walls make them safe," Alex mused, watching with fascination as Tony's features began to shift and blur. "They forget that justice has many hands."

Tony's bone structure cracked and reformed with wet, sickening sounds. His face elongated, contracted, then stabilized into an exact replica of Alex's own features. The transformation spread downward – muscle mass redistributing, height adjusting, even the scars from old knife fights disappearing as if they'd never existed.

The horror in Tony's eyes remained constant throughout the process, his consciousness trapped and screaming inside a body that was no longer his own. Alex could feel the man's terror, his desperate attempts to maintain some sense of self as foreign memories and instincts flooded his mind.

"The mind is just another kind of prison," Alex whispered, his hand still pressed against what had once been Tony's forehead. "And I am the key to all locks."

The biomass flow intensified, carrying with it Alex's memories, his techniques, his ruthless philosophy. Tony's personality crumbled under the assault, fragments of his identity dissolving like sugar in water.

In its place, something cold and efficient took root – a perfect copy of the Architect's methodology without the masks Alex wore in public life.

When the transformation was complete, the thing that had been Tony Marcelli opened eyes that now held Alex's own calculating intelligence. It flexed fingers that perfectly matched Alex's hands, testing the new neural pathways and enhanced physical capabilities.

"Blackgate Maximum Security," Alex said, stepping back from his creation. "Falcone is in Cell Block D, Maroni in adjacent cell. The guards change shift at midnight – that's your window."

The clone nodded, its voice now identical to Alex's own but carrying a colder edge. "Method of execution?"

"Make them suffer according to my latest project. I want more pratical data." Alex handed over a case containing bone fragments shaped into broken scales. "Leave these so Gordon knows who balanced the scales."

The clone examined the calling cards with hungry satisfaction.

Alex gathered his psychological evaluation tools, creating his Dr. Alexander Thorne identity. "The scales will balance," he murmured, heading for the surface. "They always do."

Alex shouldered his briefcase, heading for the surface and the waiting taxi to Gotham International. Behind him, the clone began preparing weapons and studying architectural blueprints with intense focus.

As the elevator rose toward street level, Alex contemplated the beautiful symmetry of his expanding mission. While he worked to heal one in Central City, his creation would be delivering justice to two others in their Blackgate cells. The scales of justice would balance across multiple cities, his influence growing beyond the boundaries he'd initially set.

The Flash had no idea what kind of help he'd really asked for. But then again, Alex thought with dark amusement, the best solutions often came from the most unexpected sources. Emily Blunt would be healed – but in learning how to repair her fractured psyche, Alex might discover new ways to fragment the minds of those who deserved such punishment.

Three hours later, as his plane lifted off from Gotham International toward Central City, Alex felt the familiar pulse of biomass energy that signaled his clone had begun infiltrating Blackgate. Somewhere in the maximum security wing, Carmine Falcone and Sal Maroni were about to learn that no prison could protect them from judgment itself.

The Architect's reach was expanding, and justice would follow wherever he chose to cast his shadow.

Notes : 1) Nothing much. We gonna off those two.

Suggestion : Marvels Aura Farmer (Only 10 chaps as of now, looks solid, would be a turnoff it turned out to be a harem later on.)

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