Strength In Silence

Kian paced across the dimly lit room, each step echoing off the walls. Something was changing within him, an energy that felt both foreign and deeply personal—a growing power that buzzed at the edges of his mind. Over the past few weeks, he'd felt an undeniable shift, a subtle but unmistakable force lingering in his consciousness. His telekinetic abilities, once a faint spark he could barely sense, were now charging forward, stronger than ever. They felt like another set of muscles, ready to flex at his command, just waiting to be tested.

He clenched his fists, concentrating on a small brass paperweight on his desk. With a thought, he urged it upward. It rose slowly, trembling slightly, until it hovered a few feet above the surface. It was a simple action, nothing dramatic, but it was enough to confirm what he had suspected: his control over his telekinesis was expanding in leaps and bounds.

The implications of his growing abilities started racing through his mind. He'd always had a clear sense of his purpose here—a ruthless enforcer of his own brand of justice in Gotham. But with telekinesis growing stronger, he could operate with even more precision, more control. This was the edge he needed to bring his vision for Gotham and beyond into focus.

His thoughts were interrupted by a subtle knock on the door. He released the paperweight, letting it clink softly back onto the desk as he called out, "Come in."

The door creaked open, revealing Deadshot, his posture sharp and alert. He gave Kian a quick nod of acknowledgment before stepping in. "I wanted to go over some logistics for the shipments coming in from Metropolis," he began, pulling a small stack of papers from his jacket. "And there's something else—Black Mask is making moves, slipping into your territory in the east end."

Kian's eyes narrowed. "Black Mask, huh? I wondered how long it would take before he tried something." His voice was cold, calculating, and laced with the slight edge of amusement. "He's not much of a strategist. That territory will be ours soon enough."

Deadshot nodded. "Agreed. But we can't ignore him. He's been recruiting more muscle. If we don't deal with him soon, he'll just keep pushing."

Kian nodded thoughtfully. His eyes drifted to the papers, his mind already spinning strategies on how to handle Black Mask. But somewhere beneath that, a thrill simmered as he considered using his newfound telekinesis in the field. The idea of breaking Black Mask's defenses with a mere thought sent a pulse of excitement through him.

"Noted," Kian replied, his tone dismissive. "I'll deal with Black Mask soon enough. Anything else?"

Deadshot hesitated, his gaze lingering on Kian. "One other thing. There's word on the streets about you… about your powers. It's mostly just rumors, but it's got people talking."

Kian smirked, unperturbed. "Good. Let them talk." He raised his hand slightly, eyes narrowing as he focused on the papers in Deadshot's hand. With a flick of his mind, the top paper lifted itself up, floating smoothly across the room to land in Kian's grasp. Deadshot raised an eyebrow, clearly impressed.

"Guess that answers any doubts," Deadshot muttered, a small grin creeping onto his face.

Kian chuckled, letting the paper drop back onto the desk. "That's only a fraction of what I'm capable of now."

Deadshot's smirk faded, replaced by a look of wary respect. "We'll need every bit of that if Black Mask keeps up his pressure. And with others like him potentially in the mix… well, we're going to need more allies."

Kian's eyes flickered. His mind drifted back to his recent conversations with Red Hood, Deadshot, and Deathstroke about expanding their operations to other cities. Gotham would always be at the core, but the city alone wasn't enough to contain his ambition. He needed a stronghold, a network, allies who could strike when he needed them to—loyalists willing to carry out his vision across every major city in the country.

"Yes," he murmured, his eyes darkening. "Allies will be necessary." He met Deadshot's gaze, a spark of intensity in his eyes. "If my power continues to grow… then we'll have even more leverage to bring people to our cause."

Deadshot inclined his head. "Let me know who you need and when. We'll make it happen."

As Deadshot left, Kian stood there, letting the silence settle around him. He raised his hand again, flexing his fingers, and felt that familiar, growing pull in his mind. His telekinesis hummed, responding with an eager energy. Slowly, he let it wash over him, filling the room with an unseen force that stirred the air, making small objects shiver on the shelves. It was an exhilarating sensation, a promise of power that sent a chill down his spine.

The possibilities were endless, and Kian knew that he'd barely scratched the surface of his potential.