A reviewer brought to my attention that it is a Kryptonite bomb, not a Kryptonian bomb. My bad. Thanks for letting me know! I appreciate it. :D

Hello there, this story began forming in my head and I thought that I post it and see how it goes. It's going to be short, that's for sure, like around five chapters. This one is more in the tragic area of things for the league and the world, thus the name of the title. Hopefully this first chapter gets you interested and not confused. :) If you have any question let me know, but I'm betting they will be answered throughout this short story. Enjoy!

Batman's POV - Watchtower, 11:30 AM

Lights begin flashing out of nowhere, bathing the walls in a dark red eerie glow. The once peaceful state of the room is abuzz with now anxious activity and shouts.

I jerk my head upwards at the blaring sound of alarms ringing throughout the room and rise from my chair abruptly, leaving my coffee forgotten at my once occupied dinning booth.

Jogging from the cafeteria, I head directly toward the monitor womb, cursing silently once I remember that they don't open automatically once security measures become tighter, due to a high level alert.

Typing in the code for entrance, I storm through the doors and come to find that Diana has already made her way here.

No doubt she flew.

"Get me eyes down there. I want to know what is going on. Now!" She demands glaring at the screens while waiting for answers to come her way.

The atmosphere is thick with apprehension as all the techies hurriedly try to complete the task she has given. Nobody would dare go against the Amazon and her orders. When she wants something done, you can be sure as well that it will be. After what happened a few years ago she had gained even more respect and authority with those who worked for the League.

I walk up beside her and glare at the top of their heads, as they scurry around like white little ants.

Video feeds begin to pop up everywhere along the screens. Allowing for us to see the level of destruction the unfortunate city under attack has obtained.

Buildings are on fire, smoke pollutes the air, cars scattered about the area are accented with scorch marks, from the extreme heat, and people everywhere are fleeing in obvious panic.

Both of our eyes lock unto the top right corner of the screen as a metallic figure begins to walk down the road, with a familiar person trailing behind him, eyes blazing red and unleashing it's manipulated fury on the city.

"Luthor." The name forces its way through my mouth and out into the open for all ears to hear.

All noise stops and everyone stills as all eyes focus on him. I can feel Diana tense beside me at the mere mention of his name.

"At least we now know what he's been up to these past years." She replies tightly, eyes narrowing in frustration.

I incline my head toward her in a silent question and she nods her head before backing up in order to survey what I am about to do. I in turn step forward, and begin to bark out orders.

"I want Alpha Team 5 on the scene right now." I growl out. "Send out Team 01256 down there to clear the area of any pedestrians. I also want Black Canary and Green Arrow out there for extra back-up."

Voices echo about the room as orders are relayed and missions given. My eyes are glued to the screens as I watch multiple glowing lights emit on the ground below, signaling the arrival of the selected teams.

5:30 AM- The next day.

"Sir, Team Alpha 3 has been taken down. Request for transportations to the Medic Bay is piling in, including one from the Green Lantern."

"Bring them up and send in Team Alpha 2 to replace them."

"But Sir-"

"Are you questioning an order?" I hiss out angrily - while simultaneously glaring at the man clothed in white fiercely.

He pales considerably from the natural tone of his dark tan skin, and his brown eyes widen in apparent fear.

A firm hand rests on my shoulder, and I know without looking that it is Diana.

"Bruce." She says in warning, her voice a bit terse. I don't relax, but I do manage to turn away from him before he decides to faint. We need all the help we can get right now.

Besides, I don't feel like carrying him all the way to J'onn for medical attention.

She continues to speak, her tone laced with aggravation and determination. A warrior all the way through.

"Now would be a good time for one of your plans." She says with an audible sigh.

I don't move as thousands of possibilities and strategies run through my head.

She waits patiently at my side before I decide to speak up.

"I always have a plan Diana; it's just a matter of when I have to use it. But this plan will require for someone to get in close with Luthor's "war machine" I reply, tightening my hand in a fist.

"He is not a war machine Bruce, you know better than that." She scolds me harshly.

Silence before she continues.

"I'll be the one to go down there."

"No." I argue "It has to be someone else. Flash is fast enough to do it. He'll suffice." My tone leaves no room for protest. She pauses. If it would have been anyone else, she would have most likely retorted back with an angry remark and done it anyway. Claiming that no man could tell her what to do, but I know that we have worked together long enough for her to respect my own orders.

"Fine." By the tone of her voice I can tell that she is none too happy.

"Alright then, I'll leave you to work. How much time do you need?" She asks with her arms crossed.

I stare at the screen, and watch as Luthor himself, grabs Shayera by the arm and slings her across the street and into a brick building. She winces as her wings is smashed between her and the wall leaving, a trail of blood.

"More than we have, but it will get done." I say grimly.

She lets out another sigh, and I know that for now, her anger has ebbed away only to be replaced with concern.

A light beep emits from her ear, and I watch her out of the corner of me eyes as she gracefully moves her right hand up to her ear, in order to answer whoever is on the other line of her League communicator.

Her lips purse and her forehead creases with lines etched in worry. She nods her head in agreement to something, then turns back to me.

"J'onn needs assistance in the Med Bay, hopefully when I return, you'll be finished."

She proceeds to give my shoulder a reassuring squeeze before leaving.

The heat from her hand burns through my suit, even after she is long gone, but I ignore it and get to work.

"Send Alpha Team Delta -"

"Bruce!" A sharp voice cuts me off from behind.

I whip myself around in time to see Diana re-entering the room. My cape swirls around my legs and black boots as I turn my full attention to her, and only her, for the time being.

She looks exhausted and angry, all the emotions mixed are into one. A few black stray hairs frame her face, since they have come lose from her tight, waist length braid. Red blood stains her gold chest armor, and the inside palms of her hands. I don't want to even think about where or who it is from.

"Enough! We have already sent five teams down there. We can't continue to send people if we know that they are only going to get hurt. Injuries are through the roof Bruce! The Med Bay is already overflowing with people. J'onn has had to place patients in the training room in order to wait, before going in for an emergency surgery."

I purse my lips in aggravation.

"Alright then, I'm going to call in some artillery." I huff out.

"No." She says firmly. Finally having come to a stop before me and clutching my forearm. I narrow my eyes at her. She explains her reasoning. "That won't do any good, it will only cause more destruction and harm to those below. We can't have that."

"The same thing will happen if we don't do anything. The bomb isn't finished yet."

"Bomb?" She questions with a puzzled expression.

"Kryptonite bomb." I clarify

She looks away with a frown, but doesn't say anything.

I continue.

"We don't have anyone else to send down there that would stand more than twenty minutes fighting with him."

I am only met by silence, and I know that she thinking. Thinking, and formulating a plan.

Finally, her silky voice floats to my ears.

"What about Flash?" She asks.

"Third degree burns. He'll heal, but not fast enough."

"Then there's no choice. I'll have to be the one to go. This needs to end now."

With that she turns away before I can protest, and prepares to head into the heat of battle.

So watcha think? Review and I shall find out. If you've gotten this far, Thanx for taking the time to read this! :D If there are any grammar mistakes please let me know.