The Creation of the First Sandevistan on Earth
The battle between Superboy and Wonder Woman echoed across the entire world.
Earth's governments panicked.
Villains obsessed.
The gods whispered.
And Damian?
He went home.
Finally…
silence.
He locked his bedroom door in Wayne Manor, let out the deepest sigh of his sixteen years of existence, and collapsed onto his bed.
1. The Reward Appears — A Healing Hot Spring
The familiar blue screen materialized.
A soft chime.
Then:
[SYSTEM REWARD: MISSION COMPLETE]
A portal opened beside him—quiet, glowing—and Damian stepped into his dimensional storage world.
It had changed.
A shimmering Japanese-style hot spring filled a third of the space:
Steam rose gently
Stone lanterns glowed
The water radiated restorative energy
[NEW DIMENSION FUNCTION ACQUIRED:
HEALING HOT SPRING — Accelerates physical recovery, restores stamina, repairs micro-damage]
Damian's exhaustion instantly eased just by looking at it.
Damian (thinking):
Finally… something normal.
He soaked for an hour, letting weeks of stress melt away.
2. Damian Studies Cyberpunk Tech
After recovering, Damian walked deeper into the dimension—toward the floating holographic schematics.
The Cyberpunk Technology Package gifted by the system was unlike anything Earth had.
Every blueprint was still perfectly stored in his mind:
nanofiber muscle weaves
smart optics
synthetic organs
Sandevistan UI overlays
shock dampeners
neural links
But more importantly—
The system had modified them:
Zero cyberpsychosis
Perfect bio-sync
Compatible with metahumans
Upgradeable
Damian opened a box of Gronckle Iron bars.
The dark, impossibly dense metal hummed with indestructible weight.
Damian:
"…I can build anything with this."
He started experimenting—running simulations, testing heat limits, vibration tolerance, neural interface strength.
For the first time in months…
Damian felt excited.
3. The System Interrupts
Just as he finished analyzing the synaptic connectors—
DING.
The system screen appeared again.
Damian froze.
Eyes narrowing.
Damian:
"Oh great. Another one."
He read the message.
Slowly.
And then groaned into his hands.
SYSTEM MISSION — NEW OBJECTIVE
Mission:
Using the Cyberpunk schematics and your Gronckle Iron supply, create a functional Sandevistan implant.
This implant must:
slow time from the user's perspective
massively increase reaction time
boost striking power
integrate safely with human or metahuman biology
cause zero cyberpsychosis
withstand extreme kinetic stress (thanks to Gronckle Iron)
Final Requirement:
Sell the Sandevistan to Batman for 3–4 million USD.
Reward:
< Hidden until mission completion >
Damian stared at the message for ten seconds straight.
Then fell backward onto the floor.
Damian:
"…F*** this system."
He covered his face, groaning again.
Damian:
"I just finished a world-changing mission.
I gave someone a power that can split continents.
I survived Doomsday.
I dealt with the Justice League, the Light, the gods—
AND NOW YOU WANT ME TO DO CYBERNETIC ENGINEERING AND ALSO BLACK-MARKET SELL TECH TO MY FATHER?!"
The system did not reply.
Of course.
Damian rubbed his temples.
His life was exhausting.
But…
But he couldn't deny it.
This mission would make him stronger.
This technology would change medicine forever.
And selling it to Bruce was the fastest way to push the world ahead safely.
Finally—Damian stood.
He exhaled.
Damian:
"Fine.
Let's build a Sandevistan."
And deep down—
He smiled slightly.
Because if anyone on Earth could handle a Sandevistan without going insane…
It was Batman.
Forging the First Sandevistan… and Drawing Assassins."
1. Damian Begins Constructing the World's First Gronckle-Iron Sandevistan
Inside his dimensional space, the air hummed with heat and metallic energy.
Damian stood shirtless, sweat on his brow, surrounded by schematics projected in glowing blue light.
On a stone platform lay the components:
Gronckle Iron plates, heated to glowing orange
Neural-thread microfilaments
Stabilizers designed to withstand forces that could tear steel apart
A spinal interface unit crafted from nano-alloy
This was no ordinary cyberware.
This was the first ever Sandevistan enhanced by an indestructible dragon-forged metal.
The System provided perfect mental simulations, and Damian's hands moved with absolute confidence.
He welded.
He infused.
He shaped the Gronckle metal like clay thanks to special forging instructions embedded in the Cyberpunk data.
Damian (focused, quiet):
"…Sandevistan Frame Alpha-07. Neural inhibitors stable. Gronckle reinforcement at 89%. Almost there."
Sparks flew in the dimension.
Each clang echoed like a heartbeat.
This device would allow the user to slow time to a crawl—
move faster than human perception—
and strike with precision bordering on divine.
This wasn't a weapon.
It was evolution.
And Damian was building it alone.
2. Batman Begins Noticing… Everything
Outside the dimension, Damian acted normal.
Too normal.
And Batman noticed.
Bruce found:
emptied medical textbooks in Damian's room
burned-out microchips in the manor workshop
titanium spinal models
electrical coolant packs
schematics erased from the Batcomputer after viewing
Finally, Bruce stopped him in the hallway.
His eyes were sharp, cold, analytical.
Batman:
"Damian.
What are you building?"
Damian didn't flinch.
He couldn't tell the full truth—
but he couldn't lie to the world's greatest detective either.
So he walked the razor's edge.
Damian:
"A project.
Advanced gear.
Something that only you can use."
Batman's eyes narrowed.
Batman:
"Why is it hidden from the League?"
Damian:
"Because it's not for the League.
And it's not a weapon."
Bruce studied his face—
searching for deception.
He found none.
But something else bothered him.
Damian's supplies didn't match any known WayneTech tech.
Titanium? Normal.
Neural-gel? Rare, but obtainable.
But the alloy shavings Bruce found?
Not earthly.
Not catalogued.
Impossible to cut.
It bothered him.
Deeply.
3. The Light Notices Damian Is "Building Something" — And Sends Assassins
While Damian was forging, the world was watching.
The Light had noticed patterns through multiple intelligence streams:
WayneTech purchasing neural connectors
black-market cyberware components disappearing
heat signatures from abandoned Wayne properties
mysterious drones scanning Gotham warehouses
and most concerning:
The Fire Shadow personally retrieving illegal medical tech from Europe
They did not know what he was building.
But they knew it was big.
And dangerous.
At the Light's central meeting:
Vandal Savage:
"Batman's son is constructing something.
Something he does not want the Justice League to know about."
Lex Luthor:
"And the last time that boy built anything,
he nearly killed Doomsday."
The monitors flickered.
Queen Bee leaned forward.
Queen Bee:
"So… what do we do?"
Lex answered without hesitation.
Lex:
"We send someone to find out.
Stealth.
Silent.
Disposable."
In the shadows behind them, a group of assassins knelt—
black armor, silent steps, faces masked.
Elite infiltrators.
Not to kill Damian.
But to discover what he was building.
4. The Assassins Make Their Move
Three nights later…
Wayne Manor grounds.
Cold. Foggy. Silent.
But not silent enough.
Six assassins cut through the fence, moving like ghosts.
Laser cutters muted.
Footsteps whisper-soft.
Heat signatures hidden.
They infiltrated the perimeter.
THEIR OBJECTIVE:
Track Damian's movements
Discover what tech he was constructing
Report back
No one expected direct confrontation.
They were wrong.
Because the instant they crossed onto the property…
Toothless opened his eyes from the shadows.
The Night Fury recognized their scent—
hostile
predatory
wrong.
His pupils narrowed.
And he let out a rumbling growl that shook the earth.
5. Damian Feels the Intrusion
Damian was in his dimension, working on the spinal core of the Sandevistan…
when his system pinged:
[ALERT: Hostiles detected near physical body.
Night Fury defensive protocol activated.]
Damian's eyes narrowed.
He stepped out of the portal—
just as Toothless blasted one assassin across the lawn.
Damian sighed once.
Long.
Tired.
Damian:
"…I'm in the middle of cybernetics work.
Why does no one let me live in peace?"
He cracked his neck.
And walked forward to greet the intruders—
hands already glowing with Sun Breathing energy.