Transformation in the DC World

Chapter 99: The Magnificent Greatsword

Originally, Thea had planned to fake a retreat—lure the enemy out of Arkham and ambush them outside.But thanks to Mr. Freeze turning the entire exit into a frozen fortress, that plan was now completely scrapped.

Firefly clearly wanted to bail, but Thea wouldn’t let her. Half-dragging, half-coaxing, she got the woman back onto the command truck.

This fiery lunatic was a valuable asset now—until Thea figured out how to deal with Freeze, there was no way she’d let her slip away.

After a few minutes of “gentle reasoning” (and some not-so-gentle logic from Catwoman), Firefly reluctantly agreed to stay.

Inside the vehicle, no one spoke.

Each of them sat lost in thought, quietly replaying the battle’s chaos in their minds.

Thea broke the silence by pulling out the prize she’d taken earlier—the ornate black longsword she’d recovered from the late “Angel of Death.”

She gave the blade a light tap with her finger; it responded with a low, resonant hum.

She couldn’t tell what it was made of, but it looked ancient—eighty-five centimeters of dark metal, just over a meter total including the hilt.

Its design was that of a traditional English broadsword, though thinner and sharper-edged, suited equally for thrusting and slashing.

Etched into the guard in flowing Latin script were the words:

“So that maniac named himself after his sword, huh?” Thea muttered.

“Well, he’s dead now—guess the name’s available.”

She gave it a few light swings. The balance was perfect—not too heavy, not too light.

For her build and strength, it was

“Must be fate,” she said with a grin.

Her companions turned to watch her, if only out of curiosity.

Firefly and Lyla lost interest quickly—neither cared much for medieval hardware.

But the rest of the Bat-family couldn’t help glancing more than once.

“That’s Azrael’s sword, isn’t it?” Robin finally asked.

He still remembered it vividly—the blade that had nearly carved through the GCPD earlier that night.

But he’d been too far away to see Thea’s fight with its former owner, so now he just sounded confused.

Thea shot him a look but didn’t bother replying.

she thought.

From a legal, moral, and entirely practical standpoint—it was

Whoever Azrael was didn’t matter. She didn’t even know the guy.

She was just about to sheath the sword when Catwoman’s sharp eyes caught something.

“The scabbard,” Selina said, her voice low. “You took that too?”

Thea blinked, a little wary of her tone.

“…Why? Is there something wrong with it?”

Something wrong? Not even close.

Catwoman’s gaze lingered on the scabbard, her thief’s instincts flaring.

The entire sheath glittered with inlaid gemstones—emeralds, rubies, sapphires, all real.

Her rational mind told her to look away.

Her eyes refused to obey.

she told herself.

Because really—when it came to shiny things, women and dragons weren’t so different.

Even Firefly’s eyes drifted toward it, dazzled by the play of colors.

Lyla, the professional agent, tried to remain composed but couldn’t help sneaking a side glance.

Barbara, who came from a comfortable but modest background, wasn’t immune either.

She stared for a moment, sighed in envy, then turned back to chat quietly with Robin.

But for the two who grew up scraping by—Catwoman and Firefly—that jeweled scabbard was hypnotic.

Felicity, who prided herself on being the “fashion face” of Team Arrow, was practically vibrating.

Her outfit changed three times a day, her earrings once a day—and now she was clinging to Thea’s sleeve, eyes sparkling.

“This sword sheath,” she whispered breathlessly, “it to be with me.”

Catwoman’s expression wasn’t far off—hers was just greedier.

She wasn’t even trying to hide the mental math she was doing.

she thought bitterly.

Thea had zero intention of sharing.

“Finders keepers” was her current financial policy.

She was broke enough as it was, and that scabbard was either her next weapon upgrade or her next payday.

Either way, for sharing.

To steer the conversation away from her shiny loot, Thea decided to talk strategy.

“What do you guys think of those enhanced humans? Ever fought anything like them before?”

The group exchanged looks, then—almost in unison—shook their heads.

Not because the mutants weren’t dangerous, but because none of them had fought any before.

So much for insight.

Thea sighed inwardly.

If Arkham had hundreds of those things hidden underground, there was no way she could hold them all off.

Fortunately, Gordon—veteran of a thousand Gotham nightmares—spoke up.

“I’ve seen their kind,” he said gravely. “Back in the day, they came in all sorts. Some could age people on touch. Some messed with your mind. But they all needed physical contact.”

He paused, frowning in thought.

“These new ones… I think they’re simpler. Just stronger, tougher, faster. No psychic tricks.”

“That’s… good to know.” Thea nodded. “Any idea how to with them?”

The old commissioner hesitated, then scratched his head.

“Well, back then, I just… hit them. With a stick.”

Thea blinked.

Barbara looked away.

Even Robin winced.

“So your grand tactical solution,” Thea said slowly, “was to… beat them with a stick.”

He shrugged. “Worked fine at the time.”

She had to fight the urge to cover her face.

No wonder Barbara had inherited that “charge first, plan later” gene.

This was where it came from.

But his answer wasn’t useless—it just wasn’t scalable.

A few enhanced thugs she could handle; a few were a different story.

Turning back to Felicity, she asked, “You said they gave off radiation before they appeared?”

“Yeah,” Felicity replied, scrolling through her readings. “It wasn’t super high, but definitely there.”

“So what, they’re being enhanced through… nuclear material?” Thea asked.

She glanced at Gordon, hoping his ancient Gotham wisdom might pull through.

The nearly-retired commissioner frowned, thinking hard.

But it had been over twenty years since that old experiment.

He’d never cared about Arkham’s freaks were made—only about putting them behind bars.

Eventually, he sighed and shook his head. “Sorry. I don’t remember.”

Thea didn’t blame him.

Even if he did remember, science moved fast. Two decades meant entirely new methods, new horrors.

Still, she had a theory.

She’d been studying weapons of mass destruction recently—and nuclear tech was at the top of her notes.

“Alright,” she said at last, snapping her fingers.

“Let’s mount a Geiger counter on one of the drones. I want a full radiation scan of the site.”

She turned to her Star City teammate—

“Felicity, can you handle it?”

“Sure,” the hacker said, already opening her laptop.

Then Thea paused, glancing at the Gotham crew.

“…You have a Geiger counter, right?”

Everyone stared blankly.

A chorus of confused faces—heroes who’d gone from “normal citizen” to “vigilante” without any idea how radiation even worked.

Fortunately, Lyla spoke up.

“We’ve got one. ARGUS keeps a few in our field kits. I’ll have someone bring it over.” Fresh chapters posted on novelhall.com

“Perfect,” Thea said with a relieved nod.

Maybe, just maybe, she could still turn this chaotic mess into a scientific victory.