Superman fell to his knees, clenching his fists with enough force to turn coal into diamonds. With most others, when that is said, its just meant to illustrate how strong a force is. But in Superman's case, it was quite true. Never before had Superman felt such rage, never before had he felt cheated in avoiding a fight. But Apocalypse had something that enraged the Kryptonian like nothing else ever had. He was evil. Pure evil. He saw it in the eyes, saw it in his actions. Apocalypse was the anti-thesis of everything Superman was and stood for.

Worse, he was what Superman could have become. There. It was said, and that's why he hated Apocalypse so vehemently. Superman was not just fighting a foe in Apocalypse, he was fighting the ugliest thing the Kryptonian could become. What he might have become.

Somehow, Superman knew they would meet again. And that he would have to be ready.

He would be ready.

Spiderman sat down in the grass. It was over. The city was saved. The seven were overthrown. And he had led the world's greatest superheroes without wetting himself or puking. Nice. He felt a hand on his shoulders, and turned to look up at the Dark Knight. It was evident that the Bat was weary, but he still stood tall. Peter's stomach clenched as the Detective opened his mouth.

"Good job."

With that the Bat walked away, and it took everything that the Spider had to not do a triple backflip. He was too tired. Besides, he was a general now, and how would that look.

"Wait up Bub," said Wolverine to the retreating dark figure. The Bat froze and slowly turned around eyes narrowing. "We have business remember?" The Canadian unsheathed his adamantium claws and Batman readied a batrang. They began to circle and the Wolverine caught sight of the Amazon Princess, shaking her head. The Canadian pulled up from the crouch, and resheathed the claws. Then slowly, warily extended his hand. The Bat accepted with equal caution.

"Don't think this means I like you, cause I don't," stated Wolverine with a snarl. "You are still a pain in the ass, but luckily for you, you helped save the world, so it would not do to gut you. I could have. But it wouldn't be right, you uptight, pointy ear, self-righteous pansy."

The Bat leaned in close and said, "We are not through with our business. And you are right, we can't kill each other. But we will meet again, and when the Princess is not around, we will settle it. And you better hope that your healing factor is working well, cause you will need it." And with that, the Bat walked away to join the Leaguers.

"Maybe that guy is not so bad after all," said the Wolverine. Turning, he started to look for Fury, cause man, after a fight like that, you need a good cigar.

Nick Fury was witnessing Quicksilver and the Flash doing the closest they would ever come to reconciling. Staring each other down, and not being openly hostile, although now, there was a hint of respect between the two. The Flash turned to Fury and said, "General, sir, its been an honor to work with you. Again, I am sorry about the zucchini. I hope you understand."

Fury looked at the speedster and pointed at him saying "you, soldier, are the most immature person past the age of six I have ever seen. No decorum. No sense of respect. As a general, you attitude as a soldier makes me sick. Your attitude flies in the face of conventional military regs." The Flash's face fell. He had come to respect the old man, and had hoped that maybe he would respect him. Fury chomped on his cigar some more and continued. "However, as a fellow grunt, hell as an ordinary guy, I would fight at your side anytime. Next time you are in town, look me up, and we'll have a beer kid."

At this, the Flash grinned and nodded, then executing a perfect salute said "Yes sir, General Fury, sir!" Then zipped off to rejoin his teammates.

Superman had come to his feet and was standing face to face with Captain America. Captain America strode up to the Metropolis Marvel and said "Sir, we owe you and your team a great debt of gratitude. You saved us, the city, and maybe the world. Thanks for everything you have done. We will always remember the Justice League."

Superman nodded, and took Captain America's hand, and shook it. "You owe us nothing. It is our jobs to help others, especially those of us that share our common 'profession.' If the shoe were on the other foot you would have done the same thing. I know it. I am sure we will meet again."

A chill went down the back of the Leaguers, and Kyle began to say. "I knew it! Right after we save the world and Superman makes his little speech, we get sucked back home. Its sooooo predictab."

And with that, the Justice League was gone, leaving Central Park to the natives.