Lord Of Chaos In DC

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The Batcave was dimly lit, the glow of monitors casting eerie blue reflections against the cold steel. The air was thick with tension as Batman scrutinized the footage before him. The battle had been nothing short of brutal—Nuxsus had ripped through his opponents with an almost methodical savagery. Brick, torn apart. Killer Croc, reduced to a bloodied mess. And Slade…

"To think Slade would die… like this?" Batman muttered, his voice barely above a whisper.

Behind him stood Alfred, ever the composed figure, and Green Arrow—his chosen ally for this mission. Of all the League members, Oliver Queen was the most like him: tactical, resourceful, and pragmatic.

Green Arrow crossed his arms, his sharp eyes narrowing at the screen. "I didn't think there'd be someone who could… well, rip apart Brick and Croc like that. But still, I don't get it. You said he just showed up at Joker's nightclub, took Harley Quinn with him, and fought you. And now he's in Central City fighting villains? Is he on our side… or theirs?"

Batman didn't answer immediately. Instead, he replayed a specific moment—Nuxsus standing amidst the carnage, unscathed, crimson eyes gleaming with amusement.

"Lord of Chaos," Batman finally said. "That's his alias. But he doesn't seem to have any connection to Klarion the Witch Boy. That title has no relation to magic....at least, not the kind we're familiar with. I didn't detect any spellcasting. But after what we've seen, I might have to reconsider and call in Doctor Fate, a Lord of Order."

Oliver exhaled sharply. "Alright, but that still doesn't answer the big question...what the hell does this guy want? If he's not aligned with the so called "League of Villains" and he's not with us, then what's his goal?"

Batman leaned back, his fingers steepled. "The League of Villains is merely an alias, we're still investigating them, and their members, but, for now we need to focus on him and find out what HE wants. We're going after him. And this time, not just me and you. We need a team. A real one."

Alfred, who had remained silent until now, cleared his throat. "Master Wayne… If I may?"

Batman turned, giving him a curt nod.

Alfred clasped his hands behind his back, his voice calm but firm. "I believe this man, Nuxsus Valtieri, is unpredictable for the very same reason he is predictable. It is in his name. He doesn't have a singular goal or purpose—at least, none that we would understand. Rather, he thrives on spreading as much chaos as possible. If that is the case, the question we must ask is not what he wants… but where he will go next."

Batman's brow furrowed as he mulled over the words. Trying to analyze Nuxsus using conventional logic was… unreasonable. Alfred had a point.

"If he's driven by chaos," Batman murmured, "then he'll go where it flourishes." He turned back to the Batcomputer. "Alfred, scan all of Central City and the surrounding areas for criminal activity, riots, large gatherings...anything that might attract him."

"Right away, sir."

Batman rose from his chair, his cape billowing slightly. "Oliver, you're right. We can't do this alone. We need others."

Green Arrow smirked. "Hah! Batman listening to someone else? That's a first. Well, if we're forming a team, may I suggest..."

"I've already assembled them," Batman interrupted. "Let's go."

Oliver blinked, then let out a short laugh. "Of course you did."

The Batcave hummed with energy as preparations were set in motion. The hunt for Nuxsus had officially begun.

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A man of wealth and influence, Maxwell Lord strode into his office with an air of unshakable confidence. His surroundings reflected his immense power—golden statues, polished marble floors, a massive aquarium filled with exotic fish from across the world. This was not the office of a mere businessman; it was a temple of excess, built to remind everyone of his superiority.

He sat at his desk, tapping a single button on his sleek, high-tech computer. Instantly, a holographic screen emerged, displaying six shadowed figures. Two of them were inactive, their signals dark. The remaining four, however, were present—and none of them were to be taken lightly.

A deep, commanding voice was the first to speak. "Maxwell… your shipment encountered a problem," came the measured yet cold tone of none other than Lex Luthor.

Maxwell leaned back in his chair, exhaling slowly before giving a knowing smirk. "Yes… we encountered a problem," he admitted, his eyes scanning the other figures. "I trust none of you blame me for this? I put forty million dollars of my own money into securing that shipment. I hired some of the best in the business. Can't exactly pin this on me, now, can you?"

One of the figures, a man shrouded in centuries of wisdom and power, responded. "No… I am in your support, Mr. Lord." His voice was smooth, authoritative. It was none other than Ra's al Ghul, the head of the League of Assassins. "But I need not remind you, Maxwell, that you are now responsible for recovering what was lost. That shipment is essential to our plans."

Maxwell sighed but nodded. "Yes, yes, I'm well aware of that. But don't worry—I've already assembled an interesting roster of people who want this guy dead. Apparently, he killed Captain Cold and somehow managed to bring his sister back into the fold. It's hilarious—she's so angry that she said she'd do anything to get revenge. So, I gave her a little… experimental upgrade."

Another voice cut through the transmission, deep and ancient. "It does not matter how you recover the shipment, Maxwell. We need it, and we need it soon. That girl has a direct connection to Trigon… and we require his power for our plans." This time, it was Vandal Savage, the world's oldest and most dangerous man.

A growl of irritation came from the last active figure. "I blame that damn Witch Boy. Had he done what we commanded and brought her here himself, none of this would have happened," spat Black Adam, his voice dripping with disdain.

Lex Luthor chuckled, ever the voice of reason amid these egos. "Now, now… let's not forget that our arrangement with Klarion is that he does whatever he pleases." He adjusted his tie, adding, "Regardless, this issue will be handled soon. After all, Maxwell is more than capable of resolving the matter, aren't you?"

Maxwell smirked, his confidence unwavering. "Of course. I'll be handling that so-called 'Lord of Chaos' personally."

With that, he ended the call, the holograms flickering out one by one. He exhaled sharply, drumming his fingers on the desk before turning his attention to the screen in front of him.

A list of names appeared—each one a potential ally, a weapon to throw at the man who had disrupted their plans. His eyes scanned the list until one name stood out, practically glowing with promise.

A grin stretched across his face. "You're a crazy bastard… but he did steal your girl. No way you're gonna let him get away with that, right?"

His fingers hovered over the name before pressing down.

Joker.

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