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I was set up from the very beginning.
    The accusation wasn’t just “medical malpractice”—it was deliberately engineered. The evidence had been altered, testimonies coerced, and even hospital surveillance rewritten. In a city where crime syndicates rivaled corporations, my so-called “mistake” became the perfect scapegoat.
    By the time I realized it, I was already in the hands of professionals.
    Not petty thugs—organized criminals with military discipline. The kind that didn’t leave loose ends.
    “Boss says you talk too much,” one of them muttered, gripping my collar as the dark waters of the Hudson reflected beneath us.
    I understood then.
    This wasn’t punishment.
    This was erasure.
    Just as they prepared to throw me over—
    Ding.
    A cold, mechanical voice echoed in my mind.
    [Miraculous Healer System activated.]
    [Core Directive: Heal → Analyze → Replicate.]
    Time seemed to slow.
    [Ability: Perfect Medical Restoration unlocked.]
    [Passive: Target condition severity increases replication efficiency.]
    The world snapped back.
    I smiled.
    The door didn’t just open—it exploded inward.
    A body crashed across the floor, armor cracked, cape torn, breathing shallow.
    Even in that state, I recognized him instantly.
    Batman.
    But not just injured—critically compromised. His ribs were shattered, internal bleeding severe, and microfractures across his spine suggested a recent encounter with a metahuman-level threat—likely someone in the Bane/Killer Croc tier… or worse.
    Yet his eyes were still conscious.
    Still calculating.
    Even dying, he was assessing me.
    “Don’t… call anyone…” he rasped.
    Of course.
    Canonically consistent—Batman avoids exposure, even at risk of death.
    I crouched beside him.
    “Relax. I’m a doctor.”
    [Healing initiated: Full-spectrum tissue reconstruction.]
    Unlike ordinary medicine, the system didn’t treat injuries—it reversed them at the biological limit, restoring him to peak human condition.
    Ding!
    [Target: Batman fully restored.]
    [Replication acquired: Peak Human Conditioning + Genius-Level Intellect.]
    Correction:
    Not “Human Physical Limits” vaguely—this is DC peak human, bordering meta-level in feats (reaction speed, endurance, combat adaptability).
    “Super Intelligence” refined to Batman-tier polymath genius, including strategy, engineering, and deductive reasoning consistent with canon.
    Batman sat up slowly, staring at his own hands.
    He understood immediately.
    “...You didn’t just treat me,” he said quietly.
    I smiled.
    “I healed you.”
    His gaze sharpened.
    Suspicion. Calculation. Contingency planning.
    Exactly as expected.
    Secretly—
    Every operation was a harvest.
    Every critical injury… an opportunity.
    Batman’s mind.
    Superman’s body.
    Thor’s power.
    And I didn’t stop there.
    Magic users. Mutants. Metahumans.
    Each one expanded my ceiling.
    Unlike them, I had no specialization.
    I had everything.
    When Thanos’ fleet darkened the sky, the world finally understood despair.
    This wasn’t an alien invasion.
    This was cosmic inevitability.
    Even the strongest hesitated.
    Even gods prepared for loss.
    And me?
    I sighed.
    Then slowly removed my white coat.
    Behind me—
    Phantom projections emerged:
    Superman’s solar-charged silhouette
    Doctor Strange’s layered mystic constructs
    Scarlet Witch’s chaotic reality distortion
    Not illusions.
    Not mimicry.
    But the perfect integration of their abilities.
    I looked at them all.
    Heroes. Legends. Symbols.
    “Sorry,” I said calmly.
    “I’m coming clean.”
    A pause.
    Then—
    “I have all your abilities.”