Tech system in dc

I hovered in the air, surveying the scene below. Green Arrow was locked in a four-versus-one fight. Hardly a fair contest. Marley, one of Green Arrow's more capable allies, was present, but at the end of the day, they were just humans with bows and arrows.

Am I underestimating them? Probably. But I couldn't bring myself to worry. Not about these opponents. They were skilled, sure, but none of them posed a significant threat. I wasn't here to kill, though—just to take them out of the fight.

"Red," I said, speaking audibly into my suit's comms system. "Where's the Mark 3 Spider Suit?"

"The suit will reach the area in two minutes," Red replied, her voice devoid of emotion.

"Cancel it," I instructed.

"Understood, sir."

I had considered using the Mark 3 Spider Suit for this skirmish, but that wouldn't give me the data I needed to improve my current design. If I wanted better performance, I needed to test this version under real pressure.

I cracked my knuckles and muttered to myself, "Alright, let's do this."

My focus shifted to Firefly, a.k.a. Garfield Lynns, hovering just a short distance away. He was more of a nuisance than a serious threat, classified as a "C-tier" villain in my book. Time to test my mettle without any enhanced tech.

I moved fast, closing the distance before Firefly could react. My first punch connected squarely with his face, the shock evident in his widened eyes. Wasting no time, I grabbed both his wrists and applied pressure. A sickening crack echoed through the air as he screamed in pain.

Easing my grip slightly, I pivoted and landed a solid kick to his stomach, sending him hurtling downward from the force. Before he could recover, I lunged forward, grabbed his leg mid-air, and hurled him into the side of the building with a resounding crash.

He slumped against the wall, dazed. With a quick flick of my wrist, I deployed a frozen web to immobilize him, encasing him against the building's surface like an insect trapped in ice.

I stepped back, examining my handiwork. "Looks like you're getting a downgrade," I muttered, a smirk curling on my lips. "C-tier to E-tier. Seems fair."

The fight hadn't been particularly difficult—after all, I had the advantage of surprise on my side. As I secured Firefly to the building with my frozen webbing, my attention shifted back to where Green Arrow was battling the other three. It wasn't looking good for him. He was losing ground, fast.

Merlyn, his old rival, had joined the fray. The two archers were locked in a fierce duel, but it was clear Merlyn held the upper hand. Then there was Deadshot, a master marksman whose expertise ranged from pistols to high-caliber rifles. In my opinion, he was just a knockoff of Deathstroke—without the charm or cool factor. I'd ranked him a "D-tier" threat.

And finally, there was Sportsmaster. Seriously, what kind of name was that? Sportsmaster. He was good at using sports equipment as weapons, but come on—it was hard to take a guy seriously when his weapon of choice was a hockey stick. I'd ranked him a "E-tier" threat.

"Ahhh!" Green Arrow's shout broke my train of thought. An arrow had struck his arm, and he staggered back, clutching the injury.

That was my cue.

"Alright," I muttered under my breath. "Time to join the party."

I flew straight toward Deadshot, targeting him first. My fist shot out, aiming for his head, but he deftly dodged, leaping backward with surprising agility. Mid-spin, he extended his right arm, something metallic glinting from a device strapped to it.

"Bam!"

The sound of rapid gunfire echoed as bullets flew toward me at high speed. There wasn't enough time to dodge, so I didn't bother. I advanced, closing the gap between us with a burst of speed.

Deadshot's eyes widened in shock as I shrugged off the bullets like they were nothing more than splashes of water. He started to retreat, trying to put more distance between us, but I wasn't about to let that happen.

Raising my right hand, I triggered the web-shooter. A strand of webbing shot out, latching onto his left arm. He struggled, tugging against it, but I didn't give him a chance to free himself. With a sharp pull, I yanked him toward me with tremendous force.

As he stumbled forward, I met him with a powerful punch from my left hand, landing it squarely on his face.

Deadshot was disoriented, staggering as he tried to gather his thoughts. I didn't give him the chance.

I followed up with a second punch, this one driving into his stomach with enough force to knock the wind out of him. He doubled over, gasping, before collapsing to the ground, unconscious.

"Difficult rating: D to F," I muttered to myself with a smirk. That seemed about right.

Shifting my attention, I looked back toward the ongoing battle between Green Arrow and the remaining two opponents. The tide had turned.

"Oh," I said aloud, genuinely surprised. Green Arrow had already dealt with Sportsmaster and was now squaring off with Merlyn, ready to finish him off.

I moved toward him, and for a split second, Green Arrow flinched, raising his bow in my direction. He hesitated, then lowered it when he realized I wasn't an immediate threat.

"So, you're the new hero? Spider-Kid or something?" he said, a smirk tugging at his lips.

Oh, so that's the game you want to play, huh, lame hero banter? I thought, suppressing a grin.

"It's Iron Spider, old man. But I guess I can't blame you for the mistake—age hasn't been kind to you, after all." I kept my tone light, teasing, as I extended a hand toward him.

His smirk faltered as he groaned. "Hey, I'm only 25 years old! And that wasn't funny." His voice carried a hint of wounded pride, which only made it more amusing.

"Sure, sure, old man," I replied, shrugging. "So, what are we going to do with these guys?" I asked, gesturing toward the unconscious villains sprawled across the battlefield.

"We have to wait for the police," Green Arrow said, his tone steady and matter-of-fact.

"Yeah, that could work," I replied, glancing at the unconscious villains, "or I could just send them to the police station myself. Save everyone some time."

"No," he said firmly, shaking his head. "Just wait for the police. They'll need evidence for their investigation, and dragging them off might complicate things. Or," he added, "you could leave. I'll handle it from here."

"Alright then, I'll take my leave," I said, hovering just above the ground as I prepared to depart. "And hey, be careful, old man. All that jumping around—might break a bone or two at your age."

I took off before he could respond, but I heard him shout something after me. Whatever it was, I couldn't make it out, but it didn't matter. I smiled to myself as I disappeared into the night sky.

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