A Warning from Batman!

Gotham City, deep underground.

Inside the Batcave, the air was as cold and damp as ever.

But at that moment, Bruce Wayne's heart was colder than the ancient rock around him.

He had not closed his eyes in three days and three nights.

Dense streams of data cascaded across the enormous Batcomputer screen. He had analyzed every blueprint, every material specification, and every line of source code for the satellite named Aegis thousands of times over.

Link Wayne, that "fellow Wayne" from Gotham, had made it all public with an almost boastful flourish, as though showing the world how generous and transparent he was.

And he had found nothing.

The satellite was as clean as a blank sheet of paper.

It had no hidden backdoors, no suspicious hardware modules, nothing beyond its advertised functions.

It was a perfect public-safety satellite, designed solely for the good of humanity.

That was precisely what made it so terrifying.

"He forged a blade out of goodwill."

Bruce's hoarse voice echoed through the cavern.

Behind him stood Alfred, holding a steaming cup of coffee, his face full of concern.

"Master Bruce, perhaps... perhaps we've got it wrong? Perhaps he really does just want to do some good in the world?"

Bruce slowly turned his chair. His eyes were bloodshot beneath the cowl, but his gaze was sharp as a knife.

"Alfred, a truly good man wouldn't leave a god's corpse on Themyscira. He wouldn't make the fastest hero alive experience a break in time in Central City."

"What he gave the world wasn't a gift. It was a declaration of war."

"One that has everyone shouting 'Long live peace!' as they open the gates for him themselves."

Bruce took a deep breath. He knew conventional methods could no longer stop Link.

He had to lay