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A/N: I wrote a lot of plotlines in my notepad the past few weeks and this seems to have the most X-Factor to me. I hope you guys enjoy it. This fic is an AU, so it's completely non-canon but there will be a lot of influences from all sorts of DC stuff involving our favourite pairing. You might recognise plot references to the comics, JLAU, DC movies, animated, live-action, N52 and many more and I will use some of them to tell this story. Hope you guys enjoy it. The title is weird, I know.

As always all constructive feedback and reviews whether good/bad/obscene (I hope not) will be read and appreciated. Don't hold back. If you feel that there has been any plagiarism of any sort I assure you that is not my intent at all, as I'm sure you all know there are many amazing and profound SM/WW stories from great writers on this site and I can't help it if any parallels are drawn. I will strive to update as often as I can and I vow to complete this story whether it concludes itself in five chapters or 52 (see what I did there? Sorry).


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"I win. After today the balance of power will shift towards me."

"Perhaps, but you will only be as powerful as those who follow you."

"True," He chuckled. "Your followers are orders of magnitude more powerful than mine, but your Kryptonians are the victims of their own successes, and tomorrow they will be no more. Ironic isn't it? They are doomed, simply because they are who they are. And my Olympians will be forever immortal. Victory, my friend, I will revel in this for moons to come."

"Can you really say that you have won? Yes, my people are doomed, but they were on the cusp of reaching pinnacles me and you climbed not so long ago, can you say the same? Your people will never reach what mine have, and they never will."

Rao had a point, his Kryptonians were fast evolving into godliness and their awareness in their superiority resulted in self-absorbed, haughty xenophobia and they closed themselves off from any intergalaxial interaction. They had ultimate confidence in Rao, but failed to see the consequences of their self-worship.

Zeus proclaimed arrogantly "You don't see it do you? Your people are dead, mine will live, and you will wither into nothing."

"It didn't have to be like this, we both know that. We could've existed in harmony and our people will know peace. But we are as proud as we are powerful, and I will atone for my mistakes, as will you."

"Do you always get sentimental when facing the inevitable?" Zeus snorted. "My only mistake was thinking you could actually be more powerful than me." He added, pure arrogance in his voice.

"This isn't the end, Zeus. I might end today but my legacy will continue, and you-" He paused. Closing his eyes, he realised that in the future, they will both face judgement. "No, we, we will reap what we sow."

Raising an eyebrow, he smirked "And how might that be? Some untold prophecy?"

"No, not a prophecy, but a promise. I might not return, but someone will, and he will finish what we started. And he will not be alone."

"Ramblings of a dead man!" Zeus dismissed. "And who are these you speak of? The Last Sons of Krypton? Humph, I don't care anymore about what you have to say, Rao. This is the end and your influence is meaningless when all your people burn. You won't be missed." He retorted bitterly.

"We'll meet again, God of Thunder." Rao said with a heavy sigh, but with his chin held high.

"Leave this place, Rao."

Rao vanished in a flash of light, leaving Zeus in his throne room to bask in his self-conceived victory. Such arrogance from a dead god- no, man he mused. Who was Rao to say this wasn't over? This ego-driven contest of the most powerful beings in the universe was over and he was victorious. But something was niggling in the back of his head, Rao was a very wise being, and he was very rarely, if ever, wrong in his predictions of tomorrow. So what if the old fool was right? Who can challenge me? he thought but that train of thinking was pushed away momentarily when he felt a surge of new power course through him. And the eternal balance of the cosmos is back where it should be, with me at the fulcrum.

Zeus smiled to himself, this was a momentous day in the history of the universe. For too long the power in this galaxy was shared between him and numerous others, but only Rao was there to truly challenge him in terms of true dominance. Now that he has ceased to exist there will be only one king sitting atop the hill, or the Mountain, technically speaking. The Olympians were powerful beings of another dimension, Zeus, the ruler of Olympus and his wife Hera were on top of the food chain. But in addition to them the Pantheon of the Olympian gods were powerful celestials in their own right, and the people of Gaea recognised them, erecting temples and establishing religions in their name. Power is not power until it is power recognised. But with the sands of time comes the wave of change. People didn't pray to them as often as they would've liked, they lived in mythology, only one nation remained to worship them but they too lived hidden in a cloud of fables. But their influence remains the same, war, love, hate, happiness, gluttony, generosity and everything in between exists in equal portions throughout the Earth, all in the name of balance of course. Sitting contentedly on his dais, he languished in his own glory and looked ahead with the proud outlook he always had. He was the immortal Zeus, the God of Sky, Thunder and Lightning.

But Rao's parting words were ringing out in Zeus' head. What if the oaf was right? At least now he would be prepared. No one will take the newfound power granted to him, and he set about pondering potential weapons that can be used to deter the potential usurpers.


"It's almost time my love."

Jor-El has just finished confirming the warp course waypoints on the ship's hyperdrive navigation computer. He and his wife will perish today but the babe that symbolised their love for each other and the their hopes for fellow sentients will at least have a chance.

"Let me just look at him, please." Lara softly pleaded, her tears were flowing in singular streams down her white cheeks onto her son's little head, adorned with ashy and soft curly hair. "He's beautiful, Jor."

"He's our son, my love. Krypton's first free birth in centuries. He will be the embodiment of all that we have stood for. He is the ultimate evolution of our race."

Kryptonians were one of the most efficient civilisations in the known universe. They streamlined and perfected their population by manufacturing new-borns in birthing matrixes and their role in society were pre-selected based on the optimisation of their genes. It made for a controlled, communistic and extremely draconian society where everyone had a place. But the children of Krypton were robbed of any uniqueness and choice.

"That planet you chose, he will be a god amongst them." Lara reverently stated.

"His cells will drink in the yellow sun's radiation, it will make him more powerful than I could have ever imagined. But unlike us, he will be free, Lara, and he will live to make his own choices, his destiny is his own making. He can choose to be a god and ruler, yes, or he can choose to be a symbol of hope, and he can inspire the Earthlings to achieve something greater than themselves."

Lara kissed the baby's head while cradling him close to her. She was about to leave her son to fend for himself in the vast and uncharted universe. She prayed to Rao for safe guidance and very reluctantly placed him in the chamber.

"One last thing." Jor pointed out.

Jor-El took the liberty of downloading all of Krypton's knowledge and history into a small vessel which he inserted into a console on the ship's instrument panel. He also created an interactive intelligence version of his and Lara's consciousness for their son to interact with when he was of age, and the conduit for that was also integrated into the small rock-shaped information vessel in the ship's console. The Codex. Construction crystals which were used to create the El technology were also stored in the ship and locked into Kal-El's complex genetic code. Suddenly, a red surge of mystic energy surrounded the baby chamber and seemed to congregate and flow from the console into Kal-El. The red and white streams, akin to waterfalls, vanished after a few seconds leaving both parents equally startled.

"What was it Jor?"

"Sensors are not indicating any anomalies, which is very concerning, but his vitals are stable and healthy, we do not have time to ponder this."

"I agree. The ship is almost ready, the heat shield calibrations are almost complete, and the artificial gravity emulators are set to auto-adjust. Fuel is at the correct concentration levels. " She solemnly replied. Jor gave Lara a reassuring squeeze of the hand.

Kelex, the house's A.I. guardian and servant, materialised near them. "Master Jor-El and Mistress Lara, small earthquakes have been registered all throughout the region and stronger quakes are following them."

Jor-El's expression turned grim at the news. "It's happening." He said.

"You were right all along." Lara concurred. Then she remembered "I gave the schematics to Zor-El and he agreed to send Kal-El's cousin away as well."

"That is good, they will be the last bastions of our kind."

Jor-El was Krypton's greatest scientist. He and his wife Lara were a formidable think-tank. Their forward thinking, openness to change and near godly intelligence meant that the House of El was one of the driving reasons for Krypton's latest advancements and superiority over other civilisations. The House of El was among the most respected in Krypton until Jor-El predicted its impending doom. The High Council, other scientists and the Kryptonian houses dismissed his theory and stripped him of his position for blasphemy. Rao would never let anything so cataclysmic like that happen, the Council reasoned, and continued in the mineral mining of the planet's unstable core without any further reservations. Jor-El pointed out that their own arrogance will be their undoing, but his warnings fell on deaf ears, sealing Krypton to its fate. He barely had enough time to scout for potential planets that he could send his son to, and even less time to design a craft that would take him there.

Jor gave some commands to the control panel. Two platforms with glove-shaped sensors rose out of the console, waiting for input.

Kissing his son's forehead for the last time, he moved to Lara and put his hands on her shoulders. "It's time Lara, we need to move fast." He pressed.

Jor and Lara put one hand each into the glove-sensors which scanned and verified them both at a molecular level. The sensors retreated and the access doors of the ship started closing and the dome over their lab opened. The Crest of The House of El adorned the access doors proudly and magnificently. A countdown started on the main display panel of the command centre, with every second displaying a new image of life and the scenery among Earth in a sort of slideshow.

"How did you get these images Jor?" Lara asked, she wasn't aware of their existence until now. All she knew of Earth were the scientific observations on its atmosphere and the Solar System it resided, and the biological makeup of the planet's inhabitants.

"As far as I can tell, most of Earth's knowledge is stored in an interplanetary network. I believe it was called the World Wide Web. Earthlings are relatively primitive but they seem to be efficient enough with the spread of information, they use computers to access this database from wherever they seem to be." He equated. "And this web contained an archive of images within what they called a search engine."

"It's a beautiful planet," She conceded, wide eyed at the images playing out before them, and slightly impressed with the inventions she saw, but she knew these inventions can be used for malevolent agendas. It was only natural for a species' scientific advancements to be utilised for conflict. The El's breakthroughs and research were commissioned by the High Council and some were used in the development of Kryptonian war machines which were nigh on unstoppable. This led to long periods of peace since no-one wanted to ever use them for the purpose they were designed for. Their research were also used in the creation of mining engines used to plunder Krypton's volatile core.

"Its beauty is tarnished by evil." she lightly accused.

"Yes, but we are in no position to judge." He asserted, knowing of their own influence in the planet's impending destruction. "The Earth web is full of information about questionable things the Earthlings have done, but the humans, as they call themselves, have hope in themselves, and Kal-El can join them in the sun when they achieve greatness. "

Among the images were the green forests of Europe, the white tundra of the Arctic, the golden and sandy dunes of the Sahara and bright and lively skylines of London, Chicago, and Tokyo, among others. But the last image showed not nature, but a couple, both with black hair and blue eyes, holding hands while watching the Pacific Sunset, as evidenced by the orange sun reflecting on their strikingly familiar, yet alien orbs. Jor-El intended to model the couple on his and Lara's likenesses, but he seemed to be perplexed at the level of detail on the couple's eyes. It's almost as if they were real.

With the last image the thrusters on the ship ignited and began the slow ascent from the launch platform. Jor-El was monitoring the ship's critical sensors while Lara watched their baby slowly leave their home. When the ship cleared the dome, she couldn't hold it back anymore, Kryptonians were an emotionally cold and logical race but she was still a mother. A mother watching her only child leave her and the doomed world she loved. The tears flowed freely now, and Jor-El encircled her in a warm embrace.

"Goodbye, Kal-El." She managed to say between sobs.

"May Rao watch over you, my son."

"I will." A soft, deep voice echoed into nothingness.

The craft picked up speed and disappeared in the red and black sky above the El laboratory. The tremors all around the planet intensified and scathing lava geysers started shooting up from the trenches in the ground caused by the earthquakes.

"Master Jor-El, Mistress Lara, shouldn't you be seeking refuge?"

"It's no use, Kelex." He replied.

"It's been an honour." Kelex stated proudly.

Kal-El's ship reached escape velocity and started traversing deep space, when it completely escaped the system's gravitational pull red shards of electric energy enveloped the ship and seem to cackle around the outer skin. The wormhole projector on the front of the ship deployed itself and a portal opened some distance away, Kal-El's craft flew into the portal which promptly closed itself. It was now safe in hyperspace, journeying to the solar system.

Seconds later, another portal opened, created by Kara Zor-El's ship. Before the ship can reach the portal however, Krypton split along its axis and exploded in a supernova-like flash of sheer nuclear energy, the huge explosion hurled great chunks of glowing rocks outwards into space and a giant piece smashed into the front of the Zor-El spacecraft, knocking out the wormhole projector and shutting down the portal. Due to the impact the craft veered off-course and had to adjust itself. The journey for Kara Zor-El was now going to take much longer due to the loss of the wormhole projector. She will have to make the trip to Earth the traditional way. In the stasis chamber she slept, suspended in reality. She was a teenager tasked by Zor-El with protecting, guiding, nurturing and culturally shaping Kal-El as he grows up on Earth, she was supposed to arrive at the same time as Kal-El but fate dictated otherwise. Kal-El will forge his own path.


Two weeks later

Zeus and Hera were staring into the pool which allowed them to observe the mortal plane as they went about their lives. Hera was aware of Zeus' and Rao's last conversation and she was inwardly pondering what her husband was planning to counter the unlikely and ridiculous prophecy of a Kryptonian successor.

Hera rose up started walking for the bedroom. "Come my dear, let us rest. This can wait."

"In a while, I just have some observation to do."

"Observation? You're not still worrying about that are you?"

"I'm not worried!" Zeus cried. "But one can never be too lax, no matter how puny the threat is. I just need a failsafe."

"Is it really necessary? What can a Kryptonian do? That planet is too far away and as far as I am aware no-one survived."

"That I am sure of, my Queen, but I did not become the King of The Gods without planning for all contingencies."

With a sigh she relented. "If you say so, what do you have in mind?"

"Well, if a Son of Krypton is supposed to appear in the future, what is the perfect countermeasure against a potentially powerful male?" He proposed, raising an eyebrow at Hera, placing extra emphasis on the word male.

"Well, I suppose an equally powerful female would be the ideal neutraliser." She chimed. Suddenly she realised the full implication of his proposal. "Wait, you do not mean to-"

"Yes, my dear Hera. I have the perfect weapon in mind. Too perfect, even, because by nature the weapon will know nothing but hatred for males and she will be our Champion."

"I suppose you are correct in your line of thinking. Come my love, we can visit them now, your timing could not be more perfect if I might say so. Hippolyta has been praying for a child for months, we'll be able to grant her wish and your ambitions at the same time." She said snidely.

"That we shall." Zeus smugly said with a kiss to her cheek. With a wave of his hand Hera and Zeus vanished in a flash of light.


It was a beautiful, star-studded evening on the plains of Smallville, Kansas. Martha Kent, the faithful husband of Jonathan Kent was on her porch with only the porch light illuminating her, she was on her knees praying for the gift that she knows she might never be able to receive, but her faith in God was unyielding. Clutching a pendant in her hands she was praying a prayer that she has been praying for months.

"Please God, please, bless us with a child that we might share this eternal love you have bestowed upon me and my husband."


It was a beautiful, star studded evening on the luscious sands of Themyscira. Hippolyta, the sovereign Queen of the Amazon Nation was on a secluded section of beach with only a small fire to illuminate her, she was on her knees praying for the blessing that she knows she might never be able to receive, but her faith in the gods was steadfast. Hippolyta was cradling a clay model of a child in her arms and she was praying a prayer that she has been praying for months.

"Hera, Zeus, please, please bless me and my sisters with a child of my own so we will learn how to love another being, not in the binding wake of tragedy and heartbreak, but of our own hearts."


Close to the planet Jupiter, a portal opened and Kal-El's ship emerged out of hyperspace and began crossing the Solar System. The ship bypassed Jupiter, navigated through the asteroid belt and encroached on the final part of its long journey. Cloaking devices were automatically activated to hide the craft's electromagnetic signature and artificial meteorites were deployed around the ship to further mask the deception of the true nature of the ship's arrival. It worked, NASA and the ESA concluded that it was just a freak meteor storm, such a thing was uncommon but there was no cause for any alarm since the meteors would burn up at re-entry over the state of Kansas.

Martha Kent has just finished her evening prayers and was about to go inside when she felt a rumbling in the ground and a a change in the wind, she looked up, she saw nothing but it felt like a huge plane just flew over her house, then a sudden quake. Jonathan and Martha ran out and saw a trench dug out in the field adjacent to their house.

"What the?!" Jonathan exclaimed.

"I'll get the shotgun!" Martha ran back in the house and returned with a double-barrelled break-action shotgun.

"Gimme that!" Jonathan tried to reach for the shotgun but Martha batted his hand away.

"I got it first, dear, now let's go!" She gingerly followed the trench, finger on the trigger-guard. Reluctantly Jonathan followed behind her.

"Careful, we don't know what it is."

"Isn't that the concept of a UFO Jon?" she remarked dryly.

"Oh, sarcasm, nice." Jon rolled his eyes. "Give a woman a gun and she turns into a comedian." He muttered under his breath, but Martha heard him.

Martha glared back at Jon. "You know it's impossible for me to miss you from this distance right honey?" She threatened mildly, but Jon knew her too well.

"Yes, but you might need both shots just in case." He said with a playful look in his eye.

The two followed the flaming trench until they reached the end, where there was a truck-sized capsule shaped craft with strange markings on the outside and a shield-like insignia on the front. The metal skin was smouldering from re-entry but remarkably intact, unlike a normal Space Shuttle. There were no solar panels and the shape of the craft was remarkably alien.

"Quiet, I see something." Jon shushed quietly.

"I am quiet. What is it?"

"Some sort of satellite maybe?"

"Is that because there's an 'S' on the front?"