Disclaimer: I do not own Injustice 2. This is the first one-shot released as part of my one-shot week. Enjoy!


Things weren't always so bad. So bleak and black and white.

Once, there were heroes. People who genuinely cared about others. About using their powers for the greater good, even if danger presented itself or harm came to them. What mattered was saving a life.

Once, there was a trust. A Justice League of heroes old and new that worked as a team, as a family. A place where heroes backed each other and grew as individuals.

Once, there was love. Between heroes and their loved ones. Between heroes and other heroes.

Once, there was a line in the sand. A code that separated the good from the bad. A plan to make things simpler, more justifiable. Righter.

Once, there was color. It flourished in every costume and sparkled in every hopeful eye and whimsical victory. Even in the cold of night, it was still beating alive, inspirational than ever.

Once, there was a calm. Everyone loved it, good or bad because it made sense.

But it all came crashing down because of one psychopath and his madness.

And the tyrant born from his death.

Bits and pieces tore off. The heroes stopped listening to each other, working with each other. The blackness of murder became the norm that everyone listened to. Heroes and villains chose sides. Friends fought former friends. Establishments and norms fell into a haunting new territory. All while greater machinations from beyond unfolded at a snail's pace.

If you'd been there from the beginning, you might've remembered how it all started. You might've cried in shock and disgust at how much the world had fallen. Banged doors, yelled loudly, spoken your voice. Screamed.

But there's no going back. The past is gone.

Injustice is here to stay.

THE END.


A/N: Thanks for reading!