Sorcerer in DC Chapter 34: SDC 34

Novel: Sorcerer in DC Author: Raedax1 Updated: Jun 06, 2026

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I raised my gun imdiately and fired at the second man and Hendrick, but he was already on the move, ducking under the shot while his fist shot toward my liver.

I twisted out of the way as I flared Curse Energy and put so distance between us, emptying my guns into Hendrick's side. He took it like a champ—he even tried retrieving his own weapon before finally collapsing, bleeding from several shallow wounds.

That turned out to be a mistake on my part, as the second man burst out of the room—nearly a foot taller and twice as muscular as Hendrick. My fingers were a blur, firing until both magazines ran dry as the venom-infused monster bounded toward .

Visions of that final tournant fight ca and went as I dug deep and steadied myself, receiving him without my technique. He went over my shoulder with a throw, and I sprang back to my feet just in ti to send him crashing into the wall with a kick to the neck.

Switching out my guns for my new knuckle dusters, I swung before he could rise again, shattering his jaw with the first punch and caving in his head with the second.

Blood coated my mask and face, but I didn't stop.

A triumphant scream rang out behind , and I spun around in ti to see Hendrick buff up. His muscles swelled to twice their original size, straining his bulletproof vest to the point of bursting. Behind him stood a third enhanced man, shouldering a bag full of money. He gave a terrified look before sprinting toward the rear exit—a tal door with a keypad lock.

Hendrick spread his hands wide, as if to say "stop," grinning when he saw the knuckle dusters on my fists. He was still covered in wounds, but now they were only as large as pinpricks.

"You should've stuck to the real thing," he laughed. "I rember you, you—"

One mont, I was across the hall; the next, his head whipped sideways with a sickening crack, his neck snapping from the force of my punch.

I tumbled forward, Overdrive still active, and burst ahead again, snagging the closing tal door just before it shut. The bagman was halfway through the alley when I caught up, bowling him over from behind.

I didn't bother flipping him over, content to bash his head against the stone until he went limp.

His breathing was shallow—thankfully, he wasn't dead. I tsked. I couldn't say the sa for my other victims.

The whole display had only cost 60 CE. I flipped on Curtain instinctively and took the mont to gather myself.

The timing couldn't have been better. Two n slipped into the alley a mont later, torchlight slicing through the darkness, guns in hand.

I hurriedly stuffed the brass knuckles into one of the many pockets on my vest and reloaded my guns, switching out their magazines.

I vanished the bag of money.

They were just a few feet away when I pulled the triggers, nailing them both in the head. The shots took them off their feet, and I rushed in close, putting one more rounds in their skulls for good asure before dispelling Curtain.

I holstered my guns and grabbed theirs, my gloved hand wrapping around one trigger.

Killing them was the smart thing to do, but I found myself hesitating. They were already down—probably learned their lesson. Plus, they'd be the fourth and fifth people to die by my hands today, assuming I hadn't inadvertently crushed soone with my Semi.

It was already bloody enough.

Reluctantly, I tossed the gun aside and ran off, taking a sharp turn when I saw two buildings close enough to do what I needed. I sprinted up the wall, bouncing off with enough force to propel to the second and back again until my hand wrapped around the edge of the roof. I dragged myself up, a bit winded.

Sirens echoed in the distance, likely racing toward the scene, and I took off, bounding from rooftop to rooftop, heading toward a very specific manhole cover.

I was only a few buildings away when I sensed it—a subtle shift in the air. A whistle, almost too faint to hear.

I activated Curse Energy Reinforcent and threw myself sideways. A circular disk bit into a nearby air conditioning unit and exploded, releasing a thick pinkish foam that coated a chunk of the rooftop.

My guess? So kind of restriction agent—probably used by bounty hunters.

Several more disks followed, and I danced away, dodging, twisting, racing toward the edge. By so miracle, I stopped just in ti to avoid the last one and landed on my ass.

I was back up and flipping backwards before the next bomb launched. With a Burst of Overdrive, I rushed toward the structure housing the stairs that led into the building, disappearing behind it just as I passed the wall, slipping into the shadows with Curtain.

The pink foam bomb detonated a second later, but I was well outside its range, standing a few steps away from where I had initially started, a scowl forming on my face.

There was a long mont of silence before I saw it—soone swung in from the direction of the attack on what looked like a grappling hook. He touched down a few steps away from , right at the very limit of Curtain, and I recognized him instantly.

He was about my height, dressed in a ridiculous red and black costu. He even had a cape and a utility belt.

Fucking Robin.

I froze.

If he was here, then Batman couldn't be far behind.

Shit. I thought I had more ti.

What were my options?

Run? Hide? Plead my innocence?

That was long gone. I scanned the darkness with my enhanced sight, searching for any sign of the Dark Knight, but I saw nothing. Then again, I didn't expect to.

Batman's sleuthing was world-class.

So, it ca back to running.

Just as I was about to do that, I heard Robin speak as he turned toward the staircase, squinting and stalking forward. He moved with careful, confident steps that I mirrored as he rounded the corner, unknowingly slipping inside and outside of Curtain.

He let out a sigh of frustration.

"I can't believe he pulled a Batman on ," he muttered, then cursed under his breath. "Bruce is never going to let live this down."

My eyes went wide.

Bruce. Batman's na was Bruce?

And he wasn't here?

Couldn't be, not with the way Robin was talking.

My hand reached for my gun. Should I?

I could learn the nas of two of my greatest adversaries in a single night?

Greed eventually won out over caution, and my hands moved in a flash. The scuff of my boot alerted him before I fired, and he dove, almost too fast to track.

But on his way up, he took several bullets to the side. The ones that hit his cape sounded hollow, but the rest had him spasming.

He pulled out his grappling hook and fired it into the water tank of a far-off building as he sprinted toward the edge.

I fired more shots, aiming for his hand. All of them missed. A few screwed into his cloaked and his exposed leg.

He flowed like a wraith, zig-zagging and twisting over the ledge just before I could follow.

Robin dropped low before launching himself upward, out of my reach.

Shit.

What the hell was I thinking, trying to get the drop on Batman's protégé?

I holstered my guns and rubbed my forehead.

Still… the na stuck. Bruce.

I wasn't walking away with nothing.

I turned around and leapt off the building with a running start, landing silently with a flare of Inverse, then continued toward the manhole.

With a grunt, I slid the cover aside, climbed in, and replaced it. The sll hit like an avalanche—especially with my enhanced senses—forcing to disable Reinforcent while I traversed the narrow walkways, leading deeper into the city.

Bruce had to be Bruce Wayne. It made sense. He was the only one with the money and influence.

I pald my mask, stunned.

I couldn't believe nobody had pieced it together yet.

Dead parents, years partying around the world, only to return as a more serious businessman. Batman appeared right around that ti, didn't he?

And Robin… he had to be that Richard kid Bruce adopted after his parents died. The circus background would explain how soone so young could keep up with Gotham's worst.

A small smile crept onto my face. First night of information gathering, and I'd stumbled onto the motherlode.

Not bad at all. Not bad at all.

I was in the middle of congratulating myself when sothing shifted in the water and threw itself at .

It was writhing, cloying, thick enough that I couldn't tear it off, even with my strength. No matter how hard I pushed and fought, it stayed latched on and swallowed my limbs.

Only Overdrive allowed to exert any sort of montum, but not for long.

Within seconds, it beca painfully clear that I was dealing with sothing sentient. The sinister laugh that followed confird its identity.

"Easiest 50K I've ever made."

Clayface.

I held out so hope he was going to take in alive—until the wave went over my head and dug into my nose and mouth.

Then, I summoned a grenade in my open palm.

This was dangerous, but fuck it.

At least death would be quick.

I flared Overdrive one last ti, even though I was teetering on the edge of consciousness, and pulled the pin, letting the grenade fall.

It drifted deep into the clay, and I spiked Inverse.

The crushing intensified. Bones screeched, muscles spasd, and skin burst.

Every inch of was in agony.