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Gotham
"Let's say I believe you; what can you do about these dangers?" Batman asked after releasing him from the chair.
"The League's very existence will bring forth challengers; with my information network, we can respond to them better and be more prepared," Miles explained.
He didn't have an information network as he claimed, but he would build one.
Fast.
"You don't exist in the system; in fact, there is no evidence of you before today."
"Anonymity is my shield, and information is my sword, but the events are in motion now, and staying in the shadows any longer will not be helpful to any of us, least of all me."
"I'll inform the League and see what they think." Batman walked back, sinking into the shadows and disappearing.
"Do invite me sometimes; I am sure I can convince them that my addition would be worth their while."
There was no answer, but Miles was sure Batman heard him.
—
Ten million dollars was more money than most people would see in their lives.
For now, it would be enough, but a lot more was necessary.
A fake ID card from a forger, a bank account—though he would have to get the fake ID on the system before the bank reached the authorities and realized it—a change of clothes, a phone, and a better place to stay later, Miles pondered his next move.
Approaching Poison Ivy or Mr. Freeze—or rather, Victor Fries, who was really close to starting his villain career—without anything solid to offer would be unwise.
From the cartoon show, the first hurdle the League had faced after thwarting the Imperium's invasion was the trial of John Stewart. Accused by an Alien Tribunal and tricked by a space pirate into believing he somehow managed to destroy a planet, it all turned out to be a plot by the Manhunters to draw the Guardians away from Oa to stage their attack. With his knowledge, solving it would be easy, and this presented him with an opportunity.
Yrra Cynril, a member of the Star Sapphire Corps now, had a troubled history with the said Green Lantern before her induction.
She had the power to heal a person depending on how much love their partner had for them, even capable of resurrecting the dead.
And Victor Fries loved his wife enough to go down a path few would.
Now, he would just play the waiting game.
—
A week later, he entered his hotel room to rest after a day of reconnaissance and felt something was wrong.
"Is that you, Batman?" He called to the shadows and was rewarded with the Dark Knight himself coming out.
No surprise criminals were scared of him; he looked like the shadows themselves.
"The League is unsure, but they agreed to meet you. Are you free tomorrow?"
"I am, and here is my phone number in case you need to contact me, assuming, of course, you don't already have it. No need to come all the way here." He offered a piece of paper with the number written on it.
Developing trust was necessary after all.
Batman silently took the paper before pocketing it.
"Be at the Wayne Manor tomorrow morning," he said, blending into shadows again and disappearing.
Finally, it was time.
—
Wayne Manor
Miles pressed the buzzer, and the gates were open in just a couple of seconds. He walked inside and was greeted by Alfred at the door.
"Master Miles" Impeccable as always, the gentleman that was Alfred Pennyworth led him inside and into an elevator heading to the Batcave.
"I must thank you, Master Miles. Master Bruce has finally found solace about the matter of his parents." Alfred was grateful, knowing how much of a weight it was on the shoulders of his son figure.
"You are welcome, Alfred."
"Though I must admit your knowledge of Master Bruce and his secret identity is a bit concerning to me."
"I have no secret identity to reveal, nor any other great secret to even the playing field, but I will try to see what I can do," Miles offered.
Trust was a two-way street after all. Giving Batman some information about him would show his intentions.
Alfred thanked him again as the elevator finally made it to the cave.
"You are here; get in." Batman was already in the legendary Batmobile, waiting for him.
Miles took a seat in the back and shut the door. Immediately, Batman hit the gas, driving them to their rendezvous point, probably to a secure place with a Javelin waiting.
"I am 24, born in Massachusetts to a workaholic father who cared more about his career than his family and an alcoholic mother who attempted to drink her sorrows away every day, knowing she was stuck in a loveless marriage. I understood the value of information because I was too scrawny to fight back against the bullies, so I had to resort to other means, such as blackmail, to keep them in check. My father died in a car accident when I was 16, and my mother disappeared with a lover after that with most of my father's wealth. Haven't seen her since that day, nor did I have the desire to. I have a particular dislike for alcohol and try to achieve a work-life balance. I have a degree in management, and that's just about it," Miles explained, changing some parts to fit the narrative.
"Yet there isn't a single record of you in any college," Batman said, having checked it thoroughly.
"I made sure my information wasn't in their system after graduation and only bothered to attend the exams." This one was a lie, but a necessary one.
"No mandatory attendance?"
"A perk of digitalization is that if you know your way around a computer, it is easy to manipulate those things to your advantage." He did do that a couple of times. A person's birthday did not make a strong password after all.
"Anything else?"
"Nothing immediate comes to mind, but if you have any questions, feel free to ask." He would tell the truth as much as he could, but telling everything wasn't possible.
"How did you know my identity?"
"Batman has to be wealthy to afford all the high-tech gadgets and tools he uses, which leaves several possibilities, with only you being clean enough to be a crime fighter. Weird enough, both of you never appeared at the same time in the same place. Now, that alone is just conjecture, but Bruce Wayne is too well built for a playboy, and I checked the route the Batmobile took." It was actually well reasoned enough to be true.
"You mentioned Reach. How many other alien threats are there?"
"In the interest of not repeating myself, I believe it is best if I explain myself at the Watchtower."
"Should I be worried you know that too?"
"A giant space station, no matter how good you are, is not easy to hide, though don't worry, if anyone gets wind of it, I'll be sure to let you know."
The rest of the short drive was in silence, with Batman contemplating.
—
"So this is the guy, huh?" Flash said, leaning on the Javelin with his arms crossed as Batman and Miles came out of the Batmobile.
"Flash, a pleasure to meet you." It was one thing to watch it on TV; it was another thing to see a man appear in front of you at super speeds.
The red-and-yellow spandex-wearing hero leaned forward, coming uncomfortably close to his face, watching him.
"Nice to meet you too." The hero straightened himself and held out his hand, his demeanor suddenly changed.
Miles took the offered hand.
"Nice suit by the way," Flash complimented. It wasn't anything expensive, but Miles still liked dressing well.
"Yours too, friction resistant, I believe?"
"Bats, you didn't tell me he was a fan." Flash turned to Batman, surprised that someone knew about that.
It was expected with his power, but still it was nice.
Batman headed to the Javelin, and the other two followed.
—
Miles wasn't the type to easily get excited, yet seated in a craft heading out of Earth, his heart threatened to burst out. To leave the cradle of humanity behind and see the stars so clear without the atmosphere?
It was breathtaking.
"Great, isn't it?" Flash commented, noticing his undisguised wonder.
"Indeed," he simply said, watching the planet as they got closer to the Watchtower.
—
Watchtower
Hall of Justice
The trio walked into the meeting area where the remaining five members were.
Superman and Wonder Woman were making small talk, Martian Manhunter was on the computer, and Hawkgirl was trying to talk to Green Lantern, who looked sullen.
"Batman, Flash, welcome, and you must be our guest." J'onn J'onnz greeted, having noticed their arrival first.
"Miles Beckett, a pleasure," he said and thought, "Please do not read my mind; I value my privacy."
Whether the Martian did or not, there was no outward reaction.
"Welcome to the Watchtower, Mr. Beckett." Superman greeted, gesturing to the empty chair.
Slowly, the team gathered around the table, and he followed Batman and Flash to sit down.
"So, how good are you?" Hawkgirl asked, breaking the ice.
"The reason he is not responding to your flirting is because he believes he somehow managed to destroy Ajuris 4 with a stray shot from his ring." Miles gave an example, causing John Stewart to sharply turn to him.
"How the hell do you know that?! I didn't tell it to anyone," Green Lantern asked incredulously.
"Information broker, as I said."
"Wait, wait, back up. Destroyed a planet? What is that about?" Flash asked, as dumbfounded as the others, save for Batman.
"To make a long story short, the Manhunters, a robotic peacekeeping force created by the Guardians of the Universe before the Green Lantern Corps was founded, are rather incensed at having been sidelined and are planning to attack Oa. They wanted to pull the Guardians away by paying that pirate, Kanjar-Ro, to fake the destruction of Ajuris 4 and blame Green Lantern for it. Now, he thinks he killed three billion people and is waiting for judgement to come," Miles said with a straight tone.
"That's not possible. I saw the planet blow up." Green Lantern denied, his guilt stopping him from seeing reason.
"Okay, first of all, Green Lantern rings are strong, yes, but to destroy a planet, even with a blow to a fault line, is well out of its scope, unless you were in a state of extreme emotional duress. Were you?" Miles asked, remembering Hal Jordan.
"No." It was just another day on the job for John.
"Another reason why you could not have done it is because the moon is still on a stable orbit, and there is a giant projector inside it, accessed through a cave, one you could have easily found if you were in a stable emotional state."
"You are serious." Green Lantern, now that someone pointed out the flaws in that event, began to realize the truth.
"Dead serious"
"That son of a bitch." John rose, slamming his fist on the table and taking a green glow.
"Before you go, you should inform the Guardians of the attack; with them still at Oa, Manhunters won't stand a chance," Miles urged the Lantern, as he was the only one capable of contacting them.
"Fine." John sat down, still furious but relieved at not being responsible for the destruction of a planet for the second time, and dialed Oa.
"Was that enough, or do you require more?" Miles asked the stunned Thanagarian, who shook her head.
"No, good enough for me."
"Pretty sure this was your first time leaving the planet from the way you looked at it in the Javelin. How come you have an information network in space?" Flash asked, quick to make the dots connect.
"Just because it was my first time leaving the planet did not mean it was my first time coming across extraterrestrial life."
"There are aliens on Earth, other than the ones we know about, I mean?" Superman asked, suddenly curious to see if he knew of any Kryptonians.
"There have been aliens on Earth, or their remains, for a long time, Superman, but I assume you are asking about your species specifically? While there are none on Earth, I know of one Argonian, which are basically Kryptonians with a different name."
"Where?" He asked, suddenly feeling hope.
"She is stuck in stasis on Argon after the planet was sent spiraling out of orbit due to Krypton's destruction. The planet is still somewhere in the former Krypton space, and while I can't give you any coordinates, their distress signals should still be transmitting," Miles supplied. Supergirl would arrive early, which would give her more time to acclimate to Earth.
"Thank you, I'll check it out as soon as possible." He said, already wondering what it would be like to have another of his species around.
"Happy to help. Now, while I would love to answer any questions you might have, the Manhunters will be coming to pick up Green Lantern soon, and it would be best to go and clear his name out, lest the galaxy start to think the cops can get away with destroying a planet," Miles suggested, all the while Batman watched him without a blink.
"Damn, he is good," Flash muttered as the team went to deal with the Manhunters and clear out John's name.
"Are we bringing him with us or what?" John asked, anxious to go.
"I have no combat abilities and would only be a burden on you during combat. Best I stay behind." Miles gently refused. If he had superpowers, he would join them, but as it was, his presence would only make things harder.
"We should go; he will be fine here," Batman said, as he had security systems in case Miles tried anything.
The Dark Knight was even more curious now.