UNKNOWN SPACECRAFT

AN: The next 5 chapters are for plot setup, call it mini arc if you want. You can move on to Ch: 11 if you want to see MC and continue the story if you don't want to read these chs since you already know the threat from the titles.

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The outskirt of Gotham City was a desolate and forgotten place, a forsaken corner of the metropolis where shadows seemed to creep with malevolence. The atmosphere was thick with an eerie silence, occasionally broken by the howling wind and distant rumbling of thunder. The night sky was pitch-black, shrouded by dark, ominous clouds that seemed to swallow the stars, leaving only an unsettling void above.

Rain poured down relentlessly, drenching the barren landscape and turning the already muddy ground into a treacherous quagmire. The cold permeated the air, seeping into every nook and cranny, creating an icy grip that sent shivers down anyone's spine who dared to venture here.

The twisted and decaying remnants of abandoned structures dotted the area, their jagged silhouettes protruding from the ground like gravestones for forgotten dreams. Broken windows gaped like vacant eyes, and cracked walls seemed to whisper long-forgotten secrets to those who dared to listen.

Amid the ruin, there was a sense of desolation and despair, as if the very essence of hope had been drained from this place. It was a wasteland of lost souls, where criminals and the desperate sought refuge in the shadows, away from the watchful eyes of Gotham's protectors.

A streak of a bright burning object appeared in the sky.

It tore through the night sky, leaving a fiery trail in its wake. It blazed across the heavens, illuminating the darkness with its brilliance. For a moment, the eerie silence was shattered by the loud, roaring sound of its descent.

As the object drew closer to the ground, its shape became more distinct, revealing itself to be a spacecraft, hurtling through space with incredible speed. Its metallic surface glinted in the moonlight, and the intense heat generated during its entry into the atmosphere created a dazzling spectacle.

The spacecraft's trajectory seemed erratic, indicating that something had gone wrong with its navigation or propulsion systems. The outskirt of Gotham City was an unexpected destination for this mysterious craft.

The people in the vicinity, mostly criminals and outcasts, emerged from their hiding places to witness the extraordinary event. Their eyes widened in awe and fear as they beheld the spectacle above them. Whispers and murmurs spread through the group, speculating about the origins and purpose of the spacecraft.

"What the hell is that thing?"

"It's a meteor, no doubt about it!"

"Nah, too bright for a meteor. Must be some military experiment gone wrong!"

"Or maybe it's aliens! I heard they're real, man!"

"Aliens? Seriously? Don't be ridiculous!"

As the spacecraft descended closer to the ground, its trajectory stabilized, indicating that its landing might not be as catastrophic as initially feared. Nonetheless, the sense of awe mixed with fear persisted among the onlookers.

"Better keep our distance," one of the criminals advised, stepping back cautiously.

"Yeah, who knows what that thing is capable of," another chimed in, his voice quivering with uncertainty.

The spacecraft eventually touched down with a resounding thud, sending shockwaves through the ground. Dust and debris billowed into the air, shrouding the mysterious craft in a cloud of darkness.

The cloud of darkness slowly settled, revealing the imposing silhouette of the spacecraft. Its design was unlike anything the inhabitants of Gotham had ever seen. The spacecraft had an eerie and unsettling appearance, with sharp edges and elongated structures that seemed to defy the laws of conventional engineering. Sinister, hieroglyphic-like symbols adorned its surface, giving an otherworldly and ancient vibe.

As the onlookers cautiously approached it, a feeling of foreboding hung heavy in the air. Their whispers turned to a hushed silence as they drew nearer, captivated by both fear and curiosity.

"What the fuck is this thing?" one of them murmured, eyeing the strange symbols with a mix of trepidation and fascination.

"I told you, it's aliens! We should get the hell out of here!" another exclaimed, already backing away.

"No way! Aliens don't exist; this has to be some military experiment gone wrong!" a third retorted, though his trembling voice betrayed his uncertainty.

As the outcasts and criminals cautiously examined the mysterious spacecraft, their minds raced with possibilities. The eerie symbols etched on its surface only deepened the sense of mystique surrounding the craft. It was like nothing they had ever seen before.

As the initial shock began to wear off, greed and opportunism took over. Some of them saw a potential fortune in salvaging and selling this strange craft to the highest bidder in the black market.

"Think about it, guys," one of the bolder members among them spoke up, a glint of excitement in his eyes. "This thing has gotta be worth a fortune! We can sell it to the highest bidder, and we'll all be set for life!"

"Yeah, you're right," another chimed in, a wicked grin spreading across his face. "Whoever's behind this must be willing to pay big bucks to keep it a secret."

The allure of unimaginable wealth overpowered their fear, and they began to devise a plan to salvage the alien-looking spacecraft. With each passing moment, their excitement grew, and they disregarded any sense of caution they might have had.

"We'll need some tools and equipment to break this baby open," the leader of the group declared, rubbing his hands together in anticipation.

"Let's head back to our hideout and grab everything we need," another suggested eagerly.

"Sounds like a plan! But we gotta move fast before someone else catches wind of this," someone else added. "Can't let Batman and his gang of freaks steal it from us.

With newfound determination, the group hurriedly made their way back to their hideout, their minds ablaze with the prospects of wealth and prosperity. Their initial fear of the spacecraft was overshadowed by their avarice, and they were willing to take any risks to secure their fortune.

The rainstorm worsened, intensifying the eerie atmosphere surrounding the Alien Ship. As the criminals and outcasts hurried back to their hideout to gather the tools and equipment needed to break into the spacecraft, the storm seemed to reflect the impending danger that lurked within.

Unbeknownst to them, it was not just any ordinary spacecraft. It was a relic from a distant corner of the galaxy, carrying secrets and technology far beyond human comprehension. Its appearance in Gotham City was not a mere coincidence; rather, it was drawn to this forsaken place by an unseen force, its true purpose yet to be revealed.

As the group of criminals and outcasts returned to their hideout, their hearts pounded with excitement and anticipation. Their minds were consumed with thoughts of the unimaginable wealth they believed the alien spacecraft could bring them. The storm outside raged on, adding to the tension in the air as they gathered the tools and equipment they needed to break into the mysterious craft.

"Alright, everyone, listen up!" the leader of the group called out, trying to establish some semblance of order among the eager individuals. "We need to be careful when dealing with this thing. We don't know what it's capable of, so stay alert."

"Yeah, yeah, we get it," one of them replied impatiently. "Let's just get to it already!"

The group hastily loaded up with crowbars, drills, and any other tools they thought might help them breach the spacecraft's unknown defenses. Their greed pushed them to ignore any possible danger, their minds fixated solely on the fortune that awaited them.

Back at the landing site, the rain continued to pour down heavily. The spacecraft stood tall and imposing, the hieroglyphic-like symbols on its surface glistening with an eerie glow in the dim light. As the group approached, their excitement grew, and they gathered around the craft, their breaths visible in the cold air.

"Alright, let's get to work," the leader said, his eyes locked on the spacecraft's entrance. "On my count. One, two, three!"

With a collective effort, they swung their crowbars and other tools at the spacecraft's metallic surface, attempting to force their way inside. The first few blows seemed to have any effect, the craft's material proving resilient to their attempts.

[2 hours later]

"Fucking hell. Not even a scratch," the leader was shocked.

The group of criminals and outcasts had been relentlessly trying to breach the spacecraft's exterior for the past two hours, but their efforts seemed futile. The metallic surface of the craft appeared to be unyielding, not even showing a scratch from their relentless assault.

"What the hell is this thing made of?" one of them grumbled, his frustration palpable.

"Maybe it's some advanced alien material. We should have known it wouldn't be that easy," another replied, panting from the exertion.

"We can't give up now," the leader said, his greed overcoming his exhaustion. "There's got to be a way inside."

As the rain continued to pour down, soaking them to the bone, they stepped back for a moment to catch their breaths. The excitement and anticipation that had filled them earlier were now replaced with fatigue and uncertainty.

"Maybe we should just leave it be," one of them suggested hesitantly. "We don't even know what's inside. It could be something dangerous."

"Are you kidding me? After all this effort, we're just going to walk away empty-handed?" the leader snapped. "No way. We need to find a way inside."

"But how?" another asked, glancing at the seemingly impenetrable surface of the spacecraft.

As they stood there, pondering their next move, a low humming sound filled the air. At first, they thought it was the sound of the rain, but it grew louder and more distinct. The ground beneath their feet began to vibrate, and a faint blue glow emanated from the spacecraft's symbols.

"What the hell is happening?" one of them exclaimed, taking a step back.

The hum grew louder and more intense, and suddenly, the symbols on the spacecraft's surface glowed brighter, illuminating the area around them. The ground trembled more vigorously, and the spacecraft seemed to come alive with energy.

"It's opening!" someone shouted, pointing at a previously hidden seam on the craft's surface.

Sure enough, the previously seamless exterior of the spacecraft began to separate, revealing a concealed entrance. The group stared in awe and fear as the opening widened, revealing a dark interior.

"See? I told you there had to be a way in," the leader said, his voice a mix of triumph and trepidation.

"Should we go inside?" one of them asked, uncertainty in his voice.

"Of course, we should!" the leader declared. "This is a chance of a lifetime. You lots, gather all weapons. We are going inside in 30 minutes."

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AN: The next few chs will set up the first arc's villains. Then we will come back to MC. Leave now if you don't like plot setup rather than complaining later. Those who don't know, this threat does belong to DC universe since there are official comics based on them.

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