"Raven… what are you doing here?" Diana asked, confused as she watched Raven teleport into her office.
"I'm secretly looking into everyone who might be the Grim Reaper," Raven said bluntly. "Alex is the first person I'll be watching."
Diana gave her a strange look.
"Alex isn't—" Diana stopped herself, remembering something. She paused, then gave a small nod. "Go ahead. Let me know if you find anything."
With her permission, Raven cast a spell, cloaking herself in invisibility before silently heading off to Alex's location.
"Hey, I was calling to ask about the tracking number for the replacement PC and monitor. I wasn't given anything to track it," Alex said, leaning back in his chair, earbuds in.
The earbuds were high-quality—nothing like the ones from his past life, which barely lasted six hours. These could run for over twelve hours on a single charge.
Raven stood silently behind Alex, her eyes fixed on his back for a moment before shifting to his screen. It showed a recent Google search—he'd looked up the number for the company he had just called.
She watched as he pulled up some information to give to the person on the other end of the line. After that, he went to another website and entered the tracking number, which brought up the details of his order.
Estimated arrival: six days.
Alex's shoulders dropped the moment he saw it. The wait was longer than he'd hoped, but he still thanked the person on the call and ended it.
Sighing, Alex sent his report to Diana before going through her schedule to make sure everything was in order. He didn't have to take calls or deal with direct requests—his job was to make sure Diana's day ran as smoothly as possible.
"I just sent everything to your email," Alex said. "There's nothing to worry about—we have more than enough funds to support everyone affected. That's not even counting the donations we received."
He paused, his tone shifting slightly.
"What is troublesome is that the president wants Wonder Woman to make a speech. He's leaving it up to her whether the public should know what really happened."
Diana frowned, thinking it over, then gave a small nod. "I'll have Wonder Woman handle it. Did you set a date?" Diana asked.
Alex shook his head. "I wanted to hear your response first. After that, I'll call them back and work out the details."
Diana raised an eyebrow. "You can't keep the president waiting like that. Call him back and have this done as soon as possible."
Alex nodded and, without hesitation, made the call right in front of her, calmly scheduling everything on the spot.
"Well, I'm heading home… is there anything you need me to do before I go?" Alex asked. Diana shook her head—then paused, as if something had just come to mind.
"I want to try one of those games. Start me off with something simple so I can get the hang of it." Raven, still cloaked and watching, raised an eyebrow. Of all the things she expected to hear from Diana, that wasn't one of them.
"Sure thing… but you know you can just download a game on your phone, right?" Alex said, giving her a curious look.
Diana raised an eyebrow, clearly confused. Alex was left speechless for a moment. Then again, Diana didn't exactly come off as American. She still had a slight accent she hadn't quite shaken, so it made sense—maybe she hadn't grown up around technology like most people.
Without saying much else, Alex moved over to her side and showed her how to download games from the App Store. He walked her through the wide selection, from simple titles like Candy Crush to more complex racing games and beyond.
"The games on phones aren't the same as the ones made for PC or consoles," Alex said casually. "In the past, developers cared about making quality mobile games, but these days, the real focus is on PC, PlayStation, Xbox, and the Switch."
Diana gave a light nod, focused on the screen while playing Candy Crush—a safe game, according to Alex, suitable for both the old and the young.
With nothing else to add, Alex left her alone and headed out. He caught an Uber home, and the moment he stepped inside, he dropped into his chair and wasted no time. He started watching some anime.
'He looks normal… but something tells me it's him,' Raven thought, standing silently behind Alex. She stayed for a while, observing him, then eventually turned and left.
As soon as she was gone, Alex let out a quiet breath of relief—then went right back to watching anime. Honestly, nothing would've changed even if she had stayed to watch him in secret.
But after a few hours of relaxing, something shifted.
Alex suddenly felt it—a danger far greater than what he'd felt with Trigon. Trigon had been powerful, yes, but thanks to the Flash, Alex was never truly in harm's way.
This time… there would be no one to save him.
Alex noticed it—a thin, nearly invisible line. It came from the direction of the danger he sensed: a rooftop, where a sniper was currently aiming straight at him.
He kept his composure, forcing himself to act normal. His eyes drifted casually around the room, careful not to linger near the window.
Who would send an assassin after me? he thought. Whoever this is, they're shooting from that range… definitely not someone just anyone can hire. This feels more like a test—someone trying to see if I have powers.
That would explain why the sniper wasn't aiming for his head. The scope had shifted—now it was lining up with his leg.
How was Alex able to sense this? Simple—he had cosmic awareness. Anyone who wished him harm, he would instinctively know about. Unfortunately, he'd gotten rusty. If he hadn't, he would've picked up on the person behind the sniper—the one who had sent him—long before now.
Alex stood up and headed toward the kitchen to grab a drink. It wasn't the smartest move; the kitchen had a clear window view. Going to the bathroom would've made more sense. But Alex chose not to.
He needed time to focus. Alex's powers were unique; the power to kill anything, it was called Instant Death. It had 3 main abilities: attack, sensory, and defense.
Honestly, Alex had nothing to worry about. The moment the sniper tried to pull the trigger, he would die instantly. Even if the bullet was fired, it wouldn't matter—the bullet itself would just die.
But Alex didn't want that.
He didn't want whoever hired the sniper to know he was a target worth worrying about. He wanted to eliminate the root of the problem at the root.
So he focused on his senses, tracing the danger back to its source. In the past, it would've taken less than a blink. But he was rusty now.
Still, all he needed was a second for his eyes to lock onto a target.
Far away, Lex Luthor sat in his office, eyes fixed on a screen as he watched everything unfold. The camera feed came from the rifle itself—mounted just behind the sniper's scope. He was observing Alex carefully, unaware that an illusionary eye had opened behind him, silently watching both him and the office.
'Of course it's Luthor… To kill or not to kill… let's ask the question. Would anyone trace it back to me? Alex thought. Knowing Luthor, he's probably made sure no one could connect the assassin to him. But if I kill him, I'll have to kill the sniper too… and that would definitely bring Raven back here.' Alex bit his thumb, still weighing his options…And then, the bullet was fired.