Superboy's Fury!

[Superboy's Pov]

The screech of metal on metal was the soundtrack to my fury. I burst out of the train doors, a whirlwind of frustration and raw power. Finding the Toymaker here, of all places, was the spark that ignited the inferno already burning within me.

These stupid monkey robots – another taunt, another reminder of my inadequacy. With a roar that echoed through the cramped train car, I lunged. This time, though, the impact wasn't what I expected. Instead of making contact, I slammed into an invisible wall, my momentum throwing me back like a ragdoll.

The Toyman, the smug little gremlin, just chuckled, his amusement grating on my already frayed nerves.

Anger, thick and metallic, flooded my veins. The train, a metal coffin hurtling through the city, felt like it was closing in on me. Unleashing my full power here would be a recipe for disaster. Images of the bridge, the civilians I almost put at risk earlier, flashed before my eyes. The memory of Superman's disappointed gaze fuelled the flames of my frustration.

"GOD IT PISSES ME OFF!!!" I roared, the sound echoing through the metal confines. Desperate to lash out, I threw myself at the enemy who'd just tossed me around like a child's toy. My fist connected with… nothing. I passed straight through the figure, a sickening sensation of wrongness crawling up my spine.

Squinting through the haze of fury, I finally got a clear look at my opponent. It wasn't the gremlin I'd expected. This was a monstrosity of metal and gears, a mockery of a creature with sickly green skin and pointed ears that mimicked a goblin. Glowing red eyes, devoid of any warmth or life, stared back at me. This thing was enormous, towering over me like a twisted monument to my own shortcomings.

A metallic voice, cold and emotionless, sent shivers down my spine. "[Access Superman]," it declared. Before I could react, the robot clamped its iron grip around my shirt, hoisting me off the ground with sickening ease. The world spun as it tossed me through the air like a discarded toy. I slammed into the side of the train with a sickening thud, the metal groaning in protest.

Lying there, the taste of blood in my mouth, a single thought pulsed through my mind: Why? Why was it always me failing? Why was it always Superman swooping in to clean up my mess? The frustration was a physical entity now, a vise tightening around my chest, threatening to consume me whole. I didn't care about the civilians anymore.

All I saw was red.

This metal monstrosity, a twisted reflection of the hero I could never be, had to be destroyed. It was a matter of principle, a desperate attempt to claw back some semblance of control. Even if it meant bringing the whole damn train down with me.

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The world tilted on its axis as a fist slammed into me, another brutal blow that sent me hurtling through the air and out my thoughts. The screech of metal on metal was a distant echo as I sailed away from the train, the monstrous robot a dark silhouette against the fading sunlight. A primal scream ripped from my throat, a mix of pain and frustration that seemed to rip me apart from the inside out.

I couldn't fly. That was his power, another thing I lacked. The only thing tethering me to this pathetic existence was super strength, a pale imitation of his true potential. A failure. That's what I must be in his eyes, a broken reflection of the hero I could never be.

The impact with the brick wall was a brutal welcome to my new reality. Bricks rained down around me as I crashed through the barrier, landing with a bone-jarring thud in a place that reeked of textbooks and chalk dust – a classroom. The irony was a bitter pill to swallow. Here I was, a weapon built for destruction, sprawled in a place meant for learning.

But before I could even process the surroundings, another fist smashed into me. The world became a blur of pain and destruction. I was a pinball launched through the halls of the school, smashing through walls and ricocheting off lockers. Each impact sent fresh waves of agony through my body, a constant reminder of my limitations.

Getting up was a monumental effort. Every muscle screamed in protest, a symphony of pain conducted by my own inadequacy. Unlike him, I couldn't bask in the sun's rays, couldn't recharge my batteries. I was stuck with this meagre power, forever falling short.

"Bang!" My fist slammed into the polished wood of the gym floor, the impact sending tremors through the building. A guttural scream, a primal roar of frustration, tore from my throat. "Why? why? Why? Why? Why am I so weak?!" The words echoed in the empty space, a desperate plea lost in the suffocating air.

Hot tears, a shameful display of vulnerability, streamed down my face. My vision blurred, mixing the approaching robot's metallic footsteps with the sting of my own tears. This wasn't just physical pain anymore.

It was a soul-crushing realization of my own insignificance. Anger simmered beneath the surface, a volatile cocktail threatening to explode. This robot, this mockery of everything I aspired to be, would pay.

It would pay for every taunt, every disappointed look, every reminder of my brokenness. Even if it meant destroying this school, destroying everything in my path, I wouldn't crumble. I would fight back, fuelled by a rage that burned hotter than the sun Superman himself could ever absorb.

*Clap, Clap, Clap, Clap*

The sound of clapping, sarcastic and mocking, shattered the tense silence. A figure emerged from the shadows, a smug grin plastered on his face. "The Toyman," Superboy snarled, his voice laced with venom. "I don't usually attend these little demolition shows in person, but hehe," the Toyman chuckled, a high-pitched sound that grated on Superboy's nerves, "this one was simply too delicious to miss."

Two robotic monkeys, their mechanical eyes glinting with malice, flanked the Toyman. Superboy's fury reached a boiling point. The robot's emotionless voice chimed in once more, "[Access Superman]."

That single word was a spark in a tinderbox. "Superman!" Superboy roared, the name a battle cry ripped from his throat. An inferno ignited within him, a heat that seemed to radiate from his very core. His vision blurred, the sting of tears replaced by a searing heat that evaporated the moisture on his face. Before he could even comprehend it, a crimson blast erupted from his eyes, incinerating the air in front of him.

The robot, caught in the direct path of the unexpected heat vision, was sent flying across the room, a mangled mess of wires and sparking circuits. A stunned silence descended upon the ruined classroom. Superboy stared at his hands, his chest heaving, bewildered by the power that had just coursed through him.

[Superboy Pov end]

The world shimmered as Asher materialized in the heart of the destruction. Scorch marks traced the path of the twin crimson beams that had ripped through the school walls. In the centre of the devastation stood Superboy, his back to Asher, his gaze fixed on his hands.

Asher couldn't believe his eyes. The chaos, the other members of the young justice he could (somewhat) overlook. But this? This defied everything his meta-knowledge banks held about Superboy. Either this was a complete anomaly, or... or he was somehow facing the comic book version of Superboy.

He shook his head, trying to clear the cobwebs of confusion. Whatever the implications, they would have to wait. The immediate issue was Superboy. With a sigh, Asher approached him, his voice measured.

"Laser vision, is it?" he questioned, feigning ignorance. A flicker of surprise crossed Superboy's face as he turned. "Asher?" he stammered, his voice laced with confusion. "No, I… I think this is something new."

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[Mount Justice]

"Good work everyone, although there were a lot of mishaps and property damage, but you made up for it." A figure cloaked in darkness, it's white eyes glowing as it analysed each an every person in front of it.

Behind it, is a hologram displaying information about their previous mission.

"Batman, there is no need to give them a hard time, they even captured Puppet Master" a woman with striking blond hair and slender figure with an alluring cold blue eyes spoke, her sultry voiced left many mesmerised.

"Superboy, I heard you can use heat vision now." A figure in red and a blue cape spoke, his voice ever so calming, his pristine bald head left many in peace, dull red eyes peering into ones soul.

"Yeah, something like that." Replied Conner, raising his hand to get a closer look as he ruminates, which then clenched into a fist with a resolute face looked directly into J'onn J'onzz's eyes.

"You'll have to come with us, to do some checks." Replied batman, after a few short seconds he directly left

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The sun, had began it's rise, the clear blue skies, holding a serene atmosphere,

beneath all that beauty was the infinite expanse/stretch of the ocean, the waves crashing on the shore of mount justice, while the beach were washed and dried in a repeated cycle.

under the sun's radiant was Asher, seated on the beach, enjoying the scenery, in his hand was a tablet that seems to be made of glass, on it was the title "Applications of science and engineering" it was something he took up a little after the last mission.

he has been mauling over his meta knowledge, some of the fanfiction that came to his mind, they would always be people who come to this world and try to change it as if they are the ones who own it, as if under them people would be happy, they truly and always lose themselves.

Asher does not want to fight against the hero's, going through his meta knowledge he knows how much they will suffer and one of the main cause is the rule to not kill, the implications of murder in this world holds a power over the heroes, which in turn give way for the villains to cause millions upon millions of death amongst the humans...his food.

'And to remedy this situation, I should build a prison, one where escape is neigh impossible' of course he knows he wouldn't be able to build it with his current skills, heck even in 100 years he wouldn't be able to build it, but that doesn't mean he has to do it alone, he will wait for the perfect time to bring up the idea in the future.

(A/N: Exams are done, holiday has begun, was working on my original, don't forget to check that out.)

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(A/N: You wanted a goal for Asher, well here is his mini goal/thoughts, my thoughts as well, idk why you make a fanfiction and stray away from the main focus of it all, anyways, i like the dynamic so far, idk what will happen next, as you might have noticed i have hit a writers block, but I will be back.)

(A/N: Ideas people, leave ideas.

Should I focus on Asher?

Should I focus on character building for the other characters?

Should I focus on plot?

Should I focus less on the main character?

I need more assistant from you guys and leave good reviews idk how my fanfic is not even on the list for top 10 yet there are some with only 10 chapters in top 10, i shouldn't compare myself but as a long standing author cant help but do so, I aim to improve and to do so I have to compare myself.

anyways any idea's any of you have lay it on me, make sure it matches the character please and can actually be used and not just takes away the story.

I have a hard time adjusting the Mc's abilities to match the story so he is over powered but no invincible, i try to keep action and fighting to a minimum but have no idea how to proceed, ngl i never liked Dc compared to marvel, I don't know all that much about DC, I spend more time researching when writing and rewatching episodes while writing to provide correct storylines.

Marvel has a whole world outside of crime and fighting while Dc it doesn't seem that way, its always dark and focusing or the horrors of man and what not, the animation and live actions are always dark type themed.

Like we know marvel is dark but they don't make that their whole theme, like the heroes could be as bad as the villains, many lives have been lost to both heroes and villains, there are many suffering due to the effect of those around, like Wanda and Petro, the weapons stark made effected their lives and it was interesting to see.

We could hear or even estimate the amount of death hulk has cause, but we cant hate the guy cause we know his character, he can be funny and is very child like, they dont let one thing bring them down and always keep moving, but Dc is like the world has something for child trauma, and its the focus of everything.

I see so many different batman movies, and nothing is new just dude still crying over his parents death, meanwhile just letting shit carry on with villains killing crazy amounts of people, they don't make a difference and i think that is the point of dc, that is why it is always dark, but marvel difference is made, is just the threats keep getting higher and higher, but that never darkens the day its just another Tuesday and they can go back to their normal lives that we can watch and enjoy.

Been yapping too much my bad.

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