Tech system in dc

[Emma P.O.V]

While walking toward one of the rooms where he was making his armor—something he called the Iron Spider—I sifted through the documents he had prepared before I was created. Everything was meticulously done. All I had to do was add my name and face, and voilà—my new identity as Emma Frost was finalized.

But seriously—one million dollars for a fake identity? Cheap? Damn, I thought to myself. We really needed to get the business up and running so we could establish a stable source of revenue. Burning through funds like this wouldn't be sustainable in the long run, no matter how resourceful he was.

"Here," he said, pushing open the door to the so-called "control room."

I followed him inside and gave the room a once-over. It wasn't particularly impressive at first glance—just a couple of laptops humming quietly on a desk and some scattered tools. But my gaze was immediately drawn to the suit.

The armor stood out like a centerpiece in the otherwise mundane room. Crimson and gold, with a sleek, almost predatory design. The iconic spider emblem etched on its chest practically glowed under the fluorescent lighting. It exuded both power and purpose.

"So," I said, crossing my arms as I leaned against the doorway, "when are you planning to debut as a superhero?"

He glanced at me with a faint grin, then turned toward the armor. "Soon," he replied, his tone measured. "But not just yet. Timing is everything."

"Timing?" I raised an eyebrow. "You're not seriously waiting for some divine sign, are you?"

He chuckled, shaking his head. "No, nothing like that. "

"When the business is up and running—probably in a month or two—that's when I'll make my debut as the world's newest superhero."

"Why wait for the business to start, though? You've already got the suit."

He paused, his gaze drifting for a moment as he considered the question. "I'm waiting for something big to happen," he answered, his voice calm yet tinged with determination. "But more than that, I need to train my body. I can't just jump into this without being fully prepared."

I grinned as I glanced over at him. "Okay, so if you're the superhero, then I'll be the man—or woman—in the chair, right?"

He looked at me, then gave a small shrug. "Yeah, probably. I'm not sure, though."

I blinked, "Wait, you're not sure? You're telling me my only job is to make money for you, and you don't even know if I'll be the one in the chair?"

"Don't get upset," he said with a reassuring smile. "Money is the most important part of the plan. Haven't you heard? Money makes the world go round. And I'm planning to make an AI for the suit, so the man—or woman—in the chair will probably be doing it. But hey," he added with a shrug, "you'll be running the financial side of the operation."

"Yeah, who needs the job of helping you be a superhero anyway?" I said, my voice dripping with sarcasm. "Yeah, I'm totally not angry about it, especially when I get to run the business."

"If you're happy, then I'm happy," he said with a grin, slipping his arm around my shoulders as we walked toward one of his laptops. "Let's go make some money. After all, we've got to build an interstellar empire."

[Few days later ]

I stood in the newly acquired office building, letting my gaze wander over its plain and unremarkable exterior. There was nothing unique about it—no striking features to set it apart from the countless other structures in Star City. Yet, that was precisely the reason my boss had chosen to move here.

To the world, it might seem like just another office building, but to me, it was so much more. This was the foundation—the starting point for what would become an empire. 

The company would begin humbly as a mobile game developer, but that was only the first step. From mobile games, we'd expand into AAA titles, then into social media platforms, and eventually into other sectors of the internet and beyond. Each new venture would build upon the last, an evolution that would shape industries.

And I would be at the center of it all, overseeing every stage of its development, ensuring its success with my own hands.

I had a mountain of tasks ahead of me, and the clock was ticking. First, I needed to hire an entire staff and expand the business into a multinational company—all before the boss finished his training. That alone was daunting enough, but it wasn't the only thing on my plate.

I also had to gather information about magic. While I knew the basics of what the boss understood, his knowledge was limited. Magic in the DC universe operated on a simple principle: to use magic, you had to give something in return. That much was clear, but there was so much more I needed to learn.

As if that wasn't enough, I needed to uncover the identities of a few no so famous superheroes—Blue Beetle was at the top of that list.

Two months. That was the deadline I'd set for myself.

With a frustrated groan, I slapped my face lightly with both hands, trying to snap myself out of the overwhelming spiral of thoughts. "Alright, Emma," I muttered to myself, determination hardening my voice. "Let's get to work. There's an empire to build."

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