So, with the upcoming Wonder Woman movie that will include Steve Trevor I decided to try my hand at an Alpha/Omega verse.

Now, I've never written in this verse before, but I see Diana as the Alpha and Steve as an Omega…. In modern times, of course, because the thought of Steve growing old without Diana hurts me.

And I really want to write the other Justice League characters in as well.

If you like it, let me know in a review J

Thank you J

….

The crowd cheered and whooped.

They had all come here for one reason and one reason only…. To watch warriors fight to the death, blood staining the stone floors of the arena.

But they had a favourite.

"DRAAGA! DRAAGA! DRAAGA!"

Draaga, a one-eyed grey beast smirked at the crowd, raising his axe high into the air. "Save your cheers!" he bellowed, "That's not what Draaga fights for! Draaga fights for honour!"

This only seemed to please the crowd further, many of them getting to their feet and cheering even louder

"And for our leader! The great Mongul!"

Here, he pointed his axe at the balcony seat, where a yellow-skinned alien, wearing a purple uniform floated in on his stone throne. Mongul got to his feet, a beam on his face at the sound of people cheering for him.

"Well said Draaga…" he began, "… I wonder what your opponent thinks, don't you?!"

This last bit was addressed at the crowd, who all whooped and cheered in glee.

"He hails from parts unknown, at a weight of 170 mass tons! Meet Krodar the terrible!"

From out of a chamber beneath the stage, a large spherical alien, with mechanical tentacles and various lasers and knives attached, shot up and moved to face Draaga. As the crowd oohed and aahed, Krodar fired its laser at a nearby spike, firing a piece of rubble off, that fell to the ground and crushed two attendants.

"He prefers to let his weapons do the talking… and that's exactly what they'll do on WAR WORLD!"

Almost immediately, the crowd started to chant "WAR WORLD! WAR WORLD! WAR WORLD!" at the top of their lungs.

As they chanted, the two contesters were transported to a separate arena, one full of rocks and rubble, full of cameras that enabled the crowd to see exactly what was going on.

Draaga was making his way through the arena, keeping eyes open for his opponent.

Suddenly, out of nowhere, a tentacle wrapped around his neck and hoisted him up off the ground, causing the grey-skinned alien to curse and twist around in the grip, using his axe to slice through the tentacle in order to free himself.

From there on, the match was brief, with Draaga causing almost an entire building to fall on his opponent, leaving Krodar with several bleeding wounds and the inability to stand as he fell to his knees before Draaga.

Back with the crowd, Mongul got to his feet. "Once again, the winner is Draaga!"

"Shall I spare him, my Lord?" Draaga asked to the camera, keeping his axe near Krodar just in case.

Mongul turned to the crowd, "What say the rest of you?!"

All that could be heard were jeers and boos from the crowd, prompting Mongul to turn back to the screen and smirk, "The crowd has spoken. Long live democracy!"

Draaga raised the axe a little higher, before bringing it down on Krodar, black blood spurting into the air as Krodar's screams of pain were cut off.

The crowd continued to boo.

…..

Back on the ship, the red-skinned alien flinched as Mongul appeared on his screen.

"I want you to listen to something Captain…"

The sound of the boos and jeers were played over the speakers.

"…. They are expressing their displeasure and disappointment in the last specimen you brought me."

"Great Mongul, please- "

"- A dozen creatures you brought, and not one of them managed to last more than two minutes against Draaga!"

"I-I promise the next one will be different! He's a powerful Kryptonian! Guaranteed to give Draaga the fight of his life!"

"He had better."

…..

Meanwhile, Hal transported Hawkgirl and Lex (both in space suitable uniforms) to the last known location of the Jet.

"There it is…" he muttered, sighing as Lex swore at the sight of the battered and broken aircraft.

They made their way over to the wreckage, frowning when they spotted nothing… no bodies, nothing.

"Well, they're not here." Hawkgirl sighed wearily, wincing as Lex turned his glare on her.

"Really?" he muttered sarcastically, "I couldn't tell."

"Lex please…." Hal groaned, using his ring to scan for anything that might indicate where Clark and J'onn had gone, "… okay, there's an ion trail. A ship's been by recently… a big one."

"Follow it…" Lex ordered, "… I intend to get Clark back before tomorrows' meeting."

"… Why?"

"I have a tendency to fire more people when Clark is away… my Board of Directors gets a little nervous."

…..

Superman groaned wearily as he slumped against the wall. With his arms in this position, it was getting hard to ignore the ache in his muscles.

And then someone kicked him in the chest.

Grunting in pain, Clark glanced up at the grey-skinned alien standing in front of him.

"Pathetic…" the alien grunted, "… the whole lot of you! Not a warrior in the bunch! And you, the Kryptonian…" He leaned in closer, "… you're the biggest disappointment of them all."

The alien spat directly into Clark's face, before storming away and out of the dark, dingy basement.

Once he was sure that the alien was out of earshot, Clark got to his feet and with one good tug, he practically shattered the chains holding him back., wiping the spit away in disgust.

"Why didn't you do that when Draaga was here?" another alien asked.

"It's called turning the other cheek, I had to do it a lot when I was younger… I need to find a friend."

Casually, he punched through the steel doors, peering out as the body of a tentacled creature was dragged down the stairs to the right. Following them, he watched as they dumped the body near a murky green pool.

Several other bodies lay near the pool, including J'onn.

As Clark walked closer, his eyes widened in alarm as a crocodile-like creature emerged from the pool and headed straight for J'onn.

"J'onn look out!" he yelled, zooming forwards and punching the creature in the jaw, sending it flying back into the pool. Once he was sure that it wasn't coming back, Clark gently lifted J'onn's head into his lap.

"J'onn?"

He felt a sort of brotherhood with the Martian. They were the last of their species, trapped on a planet where no-one truly understood them.

"J'onn?"

J'onn groaned, slowly pushing himself into a seated position. "Where are we?"

"I'm not sure, but we're getting out of here…" He scanned the Martian from head to toe, looking out for any obvious injuries, "… can you stand?"

J'onn allowed himself to be pulled upright but had to lean heavily on Clark in order to remain so. "Still weak..." he muttered, "… I think something in the atmosphere is sapping my strength."

"Don't strain yourself, we'll- AH!"

Superman yelled in surprise as the sea creature suddenly leapt out of the water and grabbed his arm in its' mouth, dragging him into the water.

"Superman!"

J'onn may have been panicked, but Clark simply rolled his eyes, drawing his fist back and striking the creature in the teeth, shattering several them and allowing him to swim free.

Of course, it then decided to try and swallow him whole.

"Superman!"

Needless to say, Superman was starting to get annoyed, which was probably the reason why he burst out of the creature a little more forcefully than usual.

"Okay…" he hissed, "… this place is starting to annoy me. Come on."

Together, they raced towards the nearest exit, stopping when they came to a corridor that went both left and right.

"Which way now?"

Before they could make a decision, there were the sound of lasers as several flying robots made their way towards them from the left.

"Not that way!" Clark groaned, pushing J'onn in the other direction. When one of the lasers struck the wall beside him, Clark grabbed the rubble that was left and threw it in the robot's direction, knocking several of them to the ground.

When they rounded another corner, there were more robots to be found, prompting Clark to use a stone pillar as a missile instead. When it impacted with the robots, it caused a gigantic explosion, which blew a hole in the ceiling of the corridor.

"Look!" J'onn cried out.

"Yeah, I see it!" Grabbing J'onn, the pair flew through the hole, up out of the arena and towards the horizon… until they ran into a green force shield. With cries of pain, they both fell to the ground… however, J'onn had managed to phase through it, landing on the other side.

When Clark tried to go through again, he was thrown back once again.

"Forcefields…" he grunted, "… I hate forcefields."

At the sound of more lasers, Superman span around, groaning at the sight of robots heading straight for him. "Get out of here!" he ordered J'onn.

"I won't leave you here!"

"You'll help me more out there, now go!"

Seconds later, several lasers struck Superman directly in the chest, knocking him unconscious and completely at their mercy.

Knowing that Superman was correct, J'onn forced himself to turn his back on his friend and run away.