Osaka

Deep beneath the bustling streets of Osaka, hidden in the tunnels of an abandoned subway station, an illicit arms dealership thrived. Neon lights flickered intermittently, casting eerie shadows over the grim faces of the Yakuza and Leviathan foot soldiers.

"Like I said, you get this or nothing."

The Leviathan soldiers held the advantage and all because of one woman.

"You saw the units. It's Apokolips technology. You won't find anything else for that price."

"But our boss gave us a hard limit, Lady Tiger Fist," came the reply of the Yakuza.

"Then deal with it. My price is the only thing I can offer you." Lady Tiger Fist snorted. "Coming here to negotiate a cheaper price, how pathetic!"

Lady Tiger Fist towered over everyone, her seven-foot frame covered in a sleek, black bodysuit that highlighted her muscular physique. Her most striking feature, however, were her hands—replaced by fearsome, snarling tiger heads that seemed to breathe and snarl with a life of their own.

The Yakuza commander exchanged looks with his fellow commanders. Defying this supervillain seemed impossible. They were going to have cough up the money to get the guns.

That was when Aaron Reigner appeared; right between Lady Tiger Fist and the Yakuza commanders.

Aaron, dressed in simple black bathrobes and barefoot, looked entirely out of place in this den of iniquity. Where everyone here was prepared for a dealership, he was calm and cool. Five-foot-eleven with dark gray eyes, he was handsome yet strangely lacking presence.

Lady Tiger Fist’s eyes narrowed at the intruder. “What in the…?”

"A remnant of Leviathan, hm?" Aaron mused to himself, his voice a soft murmur that cut through the ambient noise like a knife.

“Who the fuck are you!?”

With a roar, she lunged at him, the tiger heads snapping viciously. But before she could strike, Aaron’s gaze locked onto hers.

"Get on your knees."

He didn't raise a hand. He didn't glare. He ordered.

In an instant, the room fell silent. Hundreds of men—Yakuza and Leviathan foot soldiers alike—dropped to their knees. The shock and reverence flashed them before they knew it. Even Lady Tiger Fist, with all her power and ferocity, found herself compelled to obey. The collective realization swept through the crowd: this man was the Chosen One. His presence, his energy, was undeniable.

Aaron stood in the midst of the kneeling throng, his expression unchanging. He glanced around the room, assessing the faces of those who had so easily succumbed to his will. The neon lights flickered once more, casting an almost divine glow over the scene.

Lady Tiger Fist, despite her position, growled in defiance. “Who are you?” she demanded in a guttural snarl.

Aaron met her gaze, his gray eyes piercing through her bravado.

No words were needed.

With a snap of his fingers, the sound sharp and resonant in the stillness, the dismantling began. The intricate mechanisms of the guns and weapons scattered throughout the room fell apart, disassembled by an unseen ****. The metallic clinks and clatters filled the space.

The men, still on their knees, watched in awe and fear as their arsenal was rendered useless. The divine energy that surrounded him seemed to pulse with a life of its own, a dark, compelling **** that commanded absolute obedience.

Whatever Apokolips was here was officially gone.

“From this moment on,” Aaron declared, still low and calm, “you will no longer serve chaos and destruction. You will do good. You will rebuild what you have torn apart.”

The room seemed to hum with the weight of his words. The Yakuza and Leviathan members felt the command sink into their very beings, reshaping their desires and ambitions. The darkness that had once fueled their actions was replaced by a new, unyielding purpose.

Lady Tiger Fist, still kneeling, looked up at Aaron. The anger in her was gone. Her tiger heads now seemed docile, their snarls replaced by an almost respectful silence. She knew, as did everyone else in the room, that they were in the presence of something far greater than themselves.

"Y-you...the Manhunter...he talked about you."

"I haven't heard that name in a long time. Yes, I am who he mentioned." Aaron glared down at her. "I thought all Leviathan pockets were swallowed by Talia al Ghul's League. It seems she missed one."

"I...I apologize." Lady Tiger Fist's head went down of her own free will. "I apologize, Chosen One!"

The members of Leviathan didn't need mind control to know this was who they were serving. This was who they had been waiting for. As for the Yakuza, Aaron had **** but to put them in a temporary hypnosis. Their crimes were too severe. He intended to send them to Talia to funnel into the League.

Willingly or unwillingly, everybody had bowed to him.

“You can come out now.”

Except one.