"All good things must come to an end. Especially dreams."

Dr. Destiny kicked Ultra-Humanite's broken body on the floor.

"But not my dreams. Not my dreams."

He continued kicking. Ultra-Humanite coughed up blood.

"You're an idiot, you know that? You should've gone for the head. I'll just come back in another body."

"I saved a bullet just for that. Until then, I'm going to watch you like a good television show. Each neuron in your brain blinking out bit by bit as your body deteriorates. Then, when I'm bored, I'll just go look outside and see my other program. The Justice League being ripped to shreds by the people they save."

The gates were almost off their hinges. Jon Stewart tried as hard as he could to hold it together but he was starting to lose focus. Wally West was barricading Arkham so the doctors couldn't escape and rip them to shreds. There was already enough people trying to kill them as it was. The old saying about being between a rock and a hard place was never so pertinent to them as it was now. Jon was sweating.

"I just learned this stupid thing last night! Why does everyone expect so much from me?"

John Jones turned to him, his eyes red.

"All shall be well, Jon. All shall be well."

Suddenly, the crowd moved like Moses parting the Red Sea. A gigantic horn blared. John gazed on in terror. A tanker truck was hurtling towards the gates at a tremendous speed. Jon tried to grab the truck with the fences but it was too much to demand for a novice. BOOM! Everyone flew back into the walls of Arkham with Wally's makeshift barrier falling apart.

Clark Kent was still pounding Superman into what was left of the fountain. Around him, cracks developed in the pavement as the stronger blows created miniature earthquakes around Central Park. Superman grabbed both of Clark's arms and headbutted him to the ground. Superman stood above him.

"Do Clark realize what Clark doing?"

Clark looked around to see nothing but ruins. Most of Central Park was in ruins and the buildings surrounding it were shedding concrete. Even with his broken English (which Clark always presumed was there because he came from another planet), Superman was right. He was turning into a monster. Clark looked at his hands in disbelief.

"How...how can...I..."

At which point Superman hurled Clark clear across town and towns further on. Superman followed at sonic speed.

Dr. Destiny watched on with glee as the crowd hauled Bruce Wayne and Diana as they desperately tried to fight them off. All he wished he had now was some popcorn. Ultra-Humanite crawled to his chair.

"Lying on the floor here...I realized the floorboards aren't the most sound."

Dr. Destiny turned to him.

"I'll be glad to send them your post-mortem complaint."

"No, I'm about to thank them."

Dr. Destiny looked below his chair to see he placed it on rotting wood. He tried to get up but in vain. Ultra-Humanite had already smashed the floor underneath them with one of his last ounces of strength. They fell down into the morgue...which was ten floors below.

Wally was trying to knock out as many people as he could with swift punches but even he realized this was futile. John stood there immaterial as he tried to calm as many people down as possible. The doctors were already out and they were battling the crowd for Bruce and Diana. Jon was trying to muster up all the will that he could but found it useless with people grabbing his arms. Diana heard a sonic boom and looked up to the sky. There were two men fighting up above them. Their blows were rumbling the area. Then she realized what would happen if they plunged to the ground, on top of all these people. It would be the equivalent of a small nuclear weapon.

Dr. Destiny was coughing up blood. He slowly picked his head up to see that his torso was impaled on a bunch of medical instruments. Ultra-Humanite was no better. He rolled over, breathing hard. Dr. Destiny laughed.

"So this is how we die, huh? In the morgue of an insane asylum."

Ultra-Humanite slunk over to a medical table.

"What are you going to do now? I can keep this mass illusion up for as long as I live. Perhaps longer. My brain is more powerful than any being on Earth. Death is just an inconvenience."

"Stop talking. As opposed to you, I am an actual doctor. A certified neurosurgeon in fact."

He picked up an electric bonesaw from the table and pressed it to Dr. Destiny's head.

"Now lets see what you got in there."

He put it on.

Clark and Superman were nearing the end of their endurance. It wouldn't be long now before they collapsed down to the crowd below. Some questions started coming up in his head now. Why were they fighting over them anyways? Why did they end up here? Suddenly, from the ground, he saw someone rising up. Before he could make the person out, she grabbed him and flung him away from Superman. Superman, enraged, growled.

"Superman go bye-bye."

Superman plummeted to the ground.

"Here Superman come to save the day!"

A brilliant green light slowed him down.

"What is this?"

The people on the ground began to meander like they were all waking up as if they all became somnambulists overnight.

"No! Bizarro must finish mission!"

He pushed harder against the green light but soon he was caught in an updraft as a tornado came up from the ground. Before long, another green thing came at him, this time a dragon. Curling around him like a boa, it constricted him into unconsciousness. Bizarro fell lightly to the ground.

Clark slowly woke up and saw Diana was carrying him. He looked down below to see everyone seemingly waking up as well.

"Uh...Diana. What just happened?"

Epilogue:

Hume Uthgard was mowing his lawn in the middle of Marietta, GA. He had a reasonably sized house and a reasonable job, working as a marketing executive in downtown Atlanta. Passing in front of his quaint suburban house was his neighbors: the Hendersons. He waved at them and they pleasantly waved back. He moved in just a few weeks ago but he was already friends with half his neighborhood. There was something about his charming personality that made them want to be friends with him almost instantly. Even so, they always had something creeping up in the back of their minds that something was off about him. Maybe it was his gigantic head or maybe it was the weird scars around his temple (he said it was because of an accident that he had from when he was an officer in Gotham). Perhaps it was his last name (which he said was Scandinavian in origin). It didn't matter. He was always present at the neighborhood watch meetings with insightful information. He was a joy to have at book club. He saved the Smith child from getting run over a few weeks ago. Hume was the greatest thing to happen to the neighborhood since they opened up the Trader Joe's a few miles away.

He stored his lawnmower in the garage and casually walked into his house. It didn't really bother him that he was essentially wandering around in a stolen body. Or that one day someone might ask him if he looked familiar. He could talk anyone out of anything. He sat down on his recliner sofa and turned on the television. More on the aftermath of the mass insanity in Gotham. Ah, well, 24-hour news channels have to find some ways to fill up their schedule. Of course, the Justice League is on this. They suspect it must've been Gorilla Grodd. Typical. Always blaming that ape instead of him. The Justice League wouldn't even care about him anyways. Two supervillains out-of-commission must really lighten their workload. Besides, that whole supervillain phase of his life was over now. All he wanted now was the quiet.

He liked being normal for once.