The warehouse is massive—high ceilings, open spaces, and solid walls that can take a punch (or twenty). Max stands in the center, his mind racing with possibilities. Training rooms, a fully equipped gym, a ring... He sees it all.
However The warehouse's true form is revealed—a state-of-the-art underground fortress. Max's connections in the underground fighting circuit, especially Electra who recovered and was impressed by his power, helped him set everything up discreetly. The security system is military-grade, the lab has equipment for studying his Black Flash and any other phenomena, and the training rooms are beyond anything a gym could offer.
Max's warehouse has transformed into a fortress of solitude meets high-tech command center. The underground levels are state-of-the-art:
- **Level 1: Advanced Lab** – For analyzing powers, creating gadgets, maybe even a little genetic research.
- **Level 2: Training Area** – A full gym with gravity manipulation and durability-enhancing equipment. holographic fighters.
- **Level 3: Vehicle Bay**
- **Level 4: Meeting Hall** - A circular chamber with holographic projections, secure comms, and enough seating for a small army of allies.
- **Level 5: Medical Bay** - Fully equipped with regenerative tanks, cybernetic surgery suites, and trauma recovery pods. Even has a genetic stabilizer for meta-human healing.
Electra had been instrumental—her underworld connections got the impossible delivered: black-market tech, untraceable supplies, and contractors willing to work off the books for the right price. She'd even helped design the security protocols, her cybernetic mind interfacing perfectly with the system.
Now, standing in his control room, Max feels something he hasn't in years: stability.
With everything finally set up, Max has just under a month before the Titans are expected to form. He knows he needs to keep a low profile and ensure Robin doesn't stay in Jump City too long. The last thing he needs is the Boy Wonder snooping around and uncovering his secrets.
" this is like the TV show then that means Robin probably is already here" he says using he hacked all security cameras in the city to find Robin
Max's fingers fly across his custom-built terminal, the main screen splitting into dozens of camera feeds across Jump City. Traffic cams, ATM cameras, store security systems—nothing is safe from his infiltration algorithms.
"Come on, Bird Boy... where are you..."
After twenty minutes of searching, he spots him: **Robin**, standing on a rooftop downtown, looking out over the city.
"gotcha " He says teleporting near his location
*POP!* Max appears on the same rooftop, arms crossed, hood down. Batman's protégé spins instantly, fists up, eyes narrowed behind his mask.
"Who are you?" Robin demands, crouching into a defensive stance. "How did you get up here? I didn't see you move."
Max smirks slowly. "That's the point."
so he starts walking towards him " What are you doing here, boy Wonder, shouldn't you be in Gotham?" He says, even though he already knows, but he couldn't Let Robin know That I knew About wanting to be because I'm superhero away from Batman
Robin watches Max approach warily, his instincts screaming that something's not right. He knows he should be in Gotham, but something drew him to Jump City tonight—a feeling he can't quite shake. He hesitates before answering, "None of your business. And I don't answer to strangers."
"Well it is my business. I'm the cities current superhero/vigilante and I would like you to leave because if you're here in Batman's villains like joker or two face are going to show up eventually."
Robin's jaw tightens at the mention of Gotham's villains. He knows Max is right—where the Boy Wonder goes, trouble follows. But his pride won't let him back down so easily.
"I can handle myself," Robin snaps. "And I don't take orders from someone I just met. You might be the 'current vigilante,' but this city isn't yours alone."
"You're right it belong to the people and they deserve the kind of stuff. Gotham and it's villains does to people." he says Serious
Robin goes still. The words hit hard—too hard for someone who should just be a local vigilante. How does this guy know? How does he know about Gotham, about the Joker, about what those battles do to a city and the people in it?
"You're not just some local," he murmurs, eyes narrowing with suspicion. "Who the hell are you?"
"I'm the guy who's giving you one more warning leave the city now."
Something about Max's tone makes Robin's instincts scream danger. This isn't some amateur playing dress-up—this is someone with real power, real experience, maybe even real violence behind those casual words. He recognizes that tone from years of fighting alongside Batman.
Robin's hands clench into fists. He's not used to being threatened, especially not by some mystery man in a hoodie. But he also knows when to pick his battles. Gotham doesn't need him and this city apparently doesn't need either there are other cities like Blood Haven where he can go to.
" so are you leaving or are you fighting?" he says prepared for anything prepared for anything.
With a final, hard look at Max, Robin makes his choice. He unclenches his fists, forces his shoulders to relax. "Fine," he says tightly. "I'll leave. But this isn't over." And with that, he disappears into the night, leaving Max alone on the rooftop.
" better follow him secretly to see if he actually leaves" moving slowly, but quietly to follow him
*Max moves like a shadow, staying one rooftop back, keeping the darkness between them. He watches as Robin carefully descends, checking multiple angles for pursuit before making for the edge of Jump City. Good kid—he actually considers the possibility of being followed.
But Max is better.
They reach the city limits, where the suburban sprawl gives way to rural roads.*
opening a Train car he finds his motorcycle
Robin pauses, keys already in hand. His motorcycle sits there, a sleek red and green machine—his only escape from Jump City. He's leaving. Good.
*Max watches from the rooftop as Robin revs the engine, the motorcycle growling to life. Robin doesn't look back—just kicks off, heading toward the highway.*
*Max smirks in the darkness.*
"He's finally gone, which means I'm going to have to take Command of the Titans all starts off in a month, so that means Starfire will land here in the month which means I should probably train my physical abilities as I do not want to end up, killing her or any of the others." he said generally, not wanting you to hurt them too bad which means You can only use a small amount of visibility since he wasn't at DC universe genuinely don't kill so most of my moves would be seen as villainous, which means I just have to limit their power.
*Max teleports back to his base, the adrenaline of the confrontation fading as practical concerns take over. He stands in his training room—a reinforced space with shock-absorbing walls and combat dummies.*
**One month.**
*He looks at his hands—the same hands that could crush steel, tear through reinforced titanium, move faster than the human eye could track.*
"first things first I need to work on my divine flame." he says as the training room did have to commanded placing a target 50 feet away from him, focusing on his hands, he puts it in a position to fire it, but he tries to limit the power as much as possible because this thing at full power is like a nuclear bomb going off.
*Max focuses his energy, his hands glowing with an inner heat. He holds back the full power of the divine flame, restricting the output to a mere fraction of its true might. The controlled blast shoots out, striking the target dead-on, leaving a small, precise crater.*
"OK, maybe That just might hurt Starfire, but not do too much damage, but if I'm going to use it on a normal person, it should leave them with at least a first or second-degree burn"*Max adjusts his stance, dialing back the power even further. This time, he visualizes the flame as a concentrated beam—enough to incapacitate, not incinerate.*
*He fires again. The blast hits the target—a scorch mark, but no crater this time. The material smolders, blackened but intact.*
**Better.**
" OK time for dismantle." he says Another target appears focusing he lowers the power to just slice the target *With a precise, controlled motion, Max extends his hand. A thin, glowing blade of pure energy forms at his fingertips—a delicate balance of power and control. It slices through the target cleanly, separating it into two pieces without explosive force or collateral damage.*
refocusing He reduces the blade's width and intensity, aiming for a subtle cut. The energy slicing tool grazes the target, leaving behind shallow, precise scratches—like a cat's claw marks. Not enough to damage the target's structural integrity, just a clear indication of his control.*
*After two hours of intense practice, Max switches his focus to the other ability—divine flame. He starts at maximum power, creating nuclear-blast level explosions, gradually reducing the output until he can produce gentle, warm flames. He varies the size and shape, from tiny sparks to massive infernos, always maintaining perfect control.*
*The training room's advanced technology absorbs each blast without a scratch. The walls shimmer briefly with energy absorption patterns before returning to normal. Max continues his practice, pushing the limits of his abilities—divine flame and dismantle—with complete confidence that the room can handle anything he throws at it.*
He spent most of his time the month working on his abilities, Mastering them to new levels.