MARVEL/DC: DOCTOR IN THE MULTIVERSE

It wasn't an aircraft.

Nor a meteor.

It was a lifeform.

A lifeform that had once radiated like a living sun—

Now dimming rapidly like a collapsing star.

Lynn's brows narrowed slightly.

Very few beings on Earth possessed energy signatures of that magnitude.

And among those capable of "falling" from the sky—

Only one existed.

Superman.

Clark Kent.

The obsession to collect stronger abilities reignited instantly inside Lynn.

Kryptonian physiology.

The absolute upper ceiling of Earth-based physical existence.

If even a fragment of that power could be copied—

His current strength would experience a genuine qualitative evolution.

Ten minutes later—

The highest-priority encrypted communication line left behind by Batman activated sharply.

Lynn walked upstairs calmly and answered.

Bruce Wayne's face appeared immediately beneath the cowl.

But this time—

The background behind him wasn't the Batcave.

Instead—

Fire.

Collapsed steel.

Emergency lights.

A battlefield.

"Lynn."

Bruce's voice carried unusual heaviness.

"We need you."

No wasted words.

No formalities.

Then—

"Metropolis…"

A brief pause.

"He's fallen."

Bruce didn't say the name directly.

He didn't need to.

According to Batman's explanation—

Superman had engaged a mutated metallic lifeform engineered by Lex Luthor.

A synthetic combat organism capable of absorbing and converting multiple energy sources.

During the final stage of battle—

The creature deployed a hidden anti-Kryptonian weapon specifically designed by LexCorp.

A concentrated liquid-kryptonite armor-piercing projectile.

Superman chose not to dodge.

Because civilians remained directly behind him.

The projectile—

Capable of piercing carrier-grade armor—

Penetrated directly through Superman's chest.

Now—

Kryptonite poisoning spread rapidly throughout his body.

Every Kryptonian cell was being destroyed continuously.

Normally—

Yellow solar radiation amplified Superman's healing and cellular energy endlessly.

But under kryptonite exposure—

The exact opposite occurred.

Solar energy absorption became toxic instead.

The stronger Superman's body attempted to heal—

The faster the kryptonite spread.

Even emergency treatment attempts by the Justice League had failed completely.

Including purification attempts using Wonder Woman's divine power.

The god among mortals was dying.

Lynn listened quietly while tapping one finger lightly against the desk.

Analysis of All Things accelerated violently.

Risk assessment.

Physiological uncertainty.

Kryptonian biology compatibility.

Potential kryptonite interaction with his own body.

Everything calculated simultaneously.

Risk:

Extremely high.

Kryptonian cellular structures surpassed Earth biology fundamentally.

Most existing medical knowledge might become useless.

And kryptonite radiation itself remained an unknown variable.

Reward:

Unimaginably high.

Kryptonian physiology represented one of the strongest biological templates in DC continuity.

Conclusion:

Proceed.

Suppressing the excitement beneath absolute rationality—

Lynn adjusted the gold-rimmed glasses slowly.

"Mr. Wayne."

His tone became completely cold and transactional.

"I should remind you…"

"The previous treatment involved repairing your nervous system."

"And due to our relatively pleasant working relationship…"

A slight pause.

"I charged a discounted fee."

"But this time…"

"We are discussing the rescue of an alien god."

"A Kryptonian."

"The technological cost and biological risk are entirely beyond conventional categories."

"The price will therefore become correspondingly extreme."

On-screen—

Bruce's facial muscles tightened faintly beneath the cowl.

He already knew exactly where this conversation was heading.

Lynn never accepted losing transactions.

Even if civilization itself stood on the brink of collapse—

He would calculate profit margins first.

"What do you want?" Bruce asked directly.

No bargaining.

No delay.

"I want complete access authority to WayneTech and the Justice League's satellite-network architecture."

Lynn raised one finger calmly.

"Not temporary authorization."

"Not observer privileges."

"I want the core infrastructure code."

"And supreme administrative authority."

Silence.

Absolute silence.

Because the request was outrageous even by Batman's standards.

With that level of access—

Lynn could theoretically monitor every League member continuously.

Every communication.

Every movement.

Every hidden contingency.

And in the worst-case scenario—

Potentially cripple their entire network from within.

It was equivalent to demanding the keys to Batman's deepest vault.

Bruce remained silent for ten full seconds.

Lynn could see the struggle in his eyes clearly.

Suspicion.

Responsibility.

Calculation.

Batman's instincts screamed against the decision.

But ultimately—

Bruce Wayne's loyalty to his allies won.

"…Agreed."

The answer emerged almost through clenched teeth.

"Excellent."

Lynn nodded lightly.

"Send transportation immediately."

The sentence had barely finished—

When the air above Miracle Clinic distorted suddenly.

A jet-black supersonic stealth craft emerged from optical camouflage silently.

A next-generation Batwing.

Bruce had already dispatched it before the call ended.

Lynn picked up the silver medical case calmly and boarded immediately.

The hatch sealed shut.

Seconds later—

The aircraft transformed into black lightning and vanished into the New York night sky.

But internally—

Even Lynn acknowledged one fact clearly.

This operation differed fundamentally from everything before.

For the first time—

He would attempt surgery upon a being whose biology might exceed even Analysis of All Things' current limits.

Kryptonian physiology originated from one of the highest-level civilizations in DC cosmology.

His current instruments.

His current medical theories.

His current understanding—

Might not be enough.

…

The Batwing crossed the distance between New York City and Metropolis within minutes.

Instead of approaching the city directly—

The aircraft descended toward a massive battlefield ruin.

Collapsed skyscrapers.

Burned streets.

Fragments of LexCorp combat drones scattered everywhere.

Then—

Through a hidden entrance disguised beneath a destroyed subway terminal—

The Batwing descended deep underground.

The location had originally been a secret experimental installation owned by LexCorp.

After emergency seizure by the Justice League—

It had become a temporary command fortress.

The hatch opened silently.

Immediately—

An atmosphere of tension and despair washed over the area.

Medics rushed between stations.

Damaged League technology sparked continuously.

Emergency alarms pulsed red across the walls.

And in the center of the underground facility—

Lynn sensed it instantly.

A terrifyingly powerful lifeform nearing death.

Dying.

Yet even while dying—

Still radiating enough energy to distort the surrounding environment itself.

Dressed in the white coat and carrying the silver medical case—

Lynn stepped calmly into the underground fortress.

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