After two solid weeks of no sleep whatsoever, two grueling weeks of ensuring that he had thoroughly checked everywhere—from online games to the darkest corners of the dark web, from remote villages to bustling cities, from corporate boardrooms to underground networks—David finally returned home.
He was stressed out beyond words, exhausted in ways that went deeper than just physical tiredness, and immediately collapsed into bed to sleep. Of course, many concerned people had repeatedly said he should slow down his pace, and countless individuals had asked him to please take a break and ask for help from others who wanted to assist. But David had stubbornly ignored all of it, insisting that he simply worked faster and more efficiently by himself, that collaboration would only slow him down.
To the entire world's absolute amazement and somewhat unsettling realization, while David slept peacefully, not a single crime happened anywhere on Earth. It was truly genuine peace on Earth for the first time in human history, a completely crime-free planet.
Well, it certainly helped that David had explicitly told the world that part of his brain would remain awake and vigilant even while he slept, constantly recording and monitoring all crimes happening during his rest. So even while he slept, even while his body recharged, no one anywhere could escape his supernatural senses or avoid his awareness.
Time passed steadily, and currently, David could be seen sitting casually on the ground near some trash bins, talking and laughing with a small group of homeless people as if they were old friends. After all, who needed saving and genuine human connection more than those who were society's most troubled and forgotten people?
In today's modern society, David had come to understand that most people who remained homeless were actually homeless because, on some level, they wanted to be or couldn't escape the cycles they were trapped in.
They could theoretically seek help from various organizations, go to a homeless shelter for housing and meals, apply for government assistance programs, or pursue other available options—but many would rather weather the streets instead.
They either suffered from severe untreated mental health problems, battled crippling addictions to substances that made consistent progress impossible, or had burned so many bridges that they had nowhere else to turn.
Some would even occasionally pop up in their family members' lives just to put on a convincing act that they'd genuinely changed, manipulating emotions just to get some quick money before disappearing back into the streets again.
In other words, not everyone actually wants to be saved or helped—many people are exactly where they want to be, even if it seems incomprehensible to others.
But David was genuinely hated by significant portions of the homeless community across the world because, well, he had made it virtually impossible for them to get their hands on illegal drugs of any kind.
Alcohol was still legally available and obtainable, but concerned viewers of David's streams were already pushing hard for stricter laws to make the requirements for purchasing such substances much harder. The goal was to limit alcohol addiction and make recovery more accessible than continued substance abuse.
"Haha, I won! Take that!" A homeless man laughed triumphantly while slapping down his last Uno card onto the pile, making David sigh heavily as he looked down at the ridiculous stack of 50 Uno cards still clutched in his hands. They had clearly all ganged up on him, working together and targeting him specifically to ensure that he absolutely couldn't win this round.
"Well, that was the last match for today," David said with mock annoyance, getting up to leave. "Same time next week, and seriously, find yourselves jobs. You all stink."
Although he can give them money, how would that help them? America got too used to giving other people money, and got people getting how to work for their money… although David didn't know if that would count for Only Fans, after all, it's still a job. So what if some fools would pay to watch porn when they have other places to watch it for free… could never be him.
David waved as he walked away, while the group enthusiastically waved goodbye at him, grinning. David had become their genuine friend, someone who actually cared. Who else would consistently take time out of their day to hang out with poor, forgotten people, being the supportive friend they actually needed, rather than just the enabling friend they sometimes wanted?
David yawned deeply in boredom as he walked. With genuinely nothing pressing to do for once, he aimlessly wandered around the city streets, hands in his pockets. Earth had been so remarkably peaceful over the past few months that one might easily mistake the entire situation for some kind of beautiful dream.
The only remaining source of chaos and tragedy was unavoidable car accidents, but David always managed to teleport to those scenes in time to help. Although sometimes, despite his best efforts and incredible speed, some people were still killed in the initial impact because even he couldn't save absolutely everyone from everything.
David had taken possession of the Lazarus Pit from Ra's al Ghul, which he now bathed in every single day to maintain and enhance his abilities. He also generously allowed terminally sick people and those with severe injuries to bathe in its mystical waters, which healed them completely of diseases and conditions that modern medicine had declared hopeless.
The effect the Pit had specifically on David over time was that it enhanced and sharpened his already supernatural senses to an almost incomprehensible degree—to the point that even with his blindfold securely covering his eyes, he was still perfectly able to sense absolutely everything happening anywhere on Earth simultaneously.
David had also studied dolphins and their fascinating biology extensively, learning and then replicating how they could have one half of their brain sleep while the other hemisphere remained fully awake and working.
This meant that David no longer actually needed to fully sleep anymore in the traditional sense. In fact, his brain at this very moment was in a half-sleep state—one hemisphere resting while the other maintained constant vigilance—ensuring he could theoretically go on forever without ever needing complete rest, an eternal guardian who never truly slept.
David had also created a new martial arts technique that allowed him to perfectly control his metabolism, enabling him to go a full year or even longer without any need for food whatsoever, his body efficiently using stored energy.
He had additionally developed unique breathing styles and techniques where one single breath could sustain him for an entire month, his lungs and oxygen usage optimized to impossible levels.
Despite all his power and accomplishments, David didn't actually like the peace and quiet that had settled over the world. It made him have time to think, to reflect, to remember things he'd rather not dwell on—and he absolutely didn't like that.
Luckily for him and his need for distraction, his attention was turned elsewhere, drawn to an important matter involving Wonder Woman. She was a relatively new superhero who had appeared on the world stage not too long after David's reality-shaking battle with Allura, emerging from the hidden island of Themyscira.
She was currently in diplomatic talks with the President of the United States to potentially unite her homeland with the rest of the modern world, bridging ancient and contemporary civilizations. The President specifically wanted David present at these meetings since Wonder Woman had taken quite a noticeable liking to him, publicly claiming that he was a warrior like none other she had ever encountered.
She had boldly challenged David to a formal duel to test his abilities, and she had been thoroughly destroyed in just about every single form of combat they attempted. Martial arts, sword play, and other forms of combat.
All of this happened while David deliberately held back significantly to make the battle at least somewhat interesting and give her a fighting chance, which paradoxically only made Wonder Woman respect him even more than she already did.
That respect was built upon the admiration she already held for him after witnessing the extensive actions he had taken to keep Earth peaceful and protected.
"Yo," David said casually in greeting while drinking a brightly colored milkshake that practically screamed "unhealthy for you" with its artificial colors and massive sugar content. But he, of course, didn't care in the slightest about its nutritional value since any potential damage the milkshake could possibly do to his health would only make him stronger against similar attacks in the future.
"What is this strange drink you consume? Such bright colors... it fascinates me greatly," Wonder Woman said, her warrior's curiosity caught and held by the milkshake, something she had never encountered before in all her years.
"Oh, right, you've never seen anything like this before," David said with sudden realization. "Here, give it a try yourself."
He tossed it casually toward her, and she caught it smoothly with her quick reflexes. She took a tentative drink, and instantly her eyes widened dramatically in shock at just how incredibly, overwhelmingly sweet it was. She immediately began coughing and sputtering, completely unable to withstand the intense sweetness that assaulted her taste buds.
She absolutely wasn't used to such ridiculously sweet stuff—it was almost unreal to think that anyone could regularly eat something as sweet as modern-day candy and desserts and actually love it, crave it even.