Earth

Metropolis

News divulged the disturbing deaths of many D.E.O. agents in Keystone City. Reporters also announced the confirmation of quantities of heroes battered and injured. No one knows where the remaining are as they all at once vanished before anyone could get a scoop, which would've been unlikely due to many police forces, tasked to prevent anyone from entering in.

J'onn stands by the ridged tower, gazing along the downing steep line, inspecting on where Amazo would be. The item Lena gave him, didn't just provide him a chance to separate a mind and body aside, it's so capable of tracing the cyborg's whereabouts.

His senses kicked in, inducing him to understand his surroundings. J'onn spun an anticlockwise turn. As his eyes steadied in normal conditions, J'onn perceived a humanoid machine he was looking for.

"Seems circumstances induced, you beat me to your personal game", J'onn commented.

"The games have been rolling over. A factual uttering line to present that I've been hiding from the Justice League for a long, long, long time. Crucially, I needed to condemn myself in playing in the black. It was so adequate that I needed to boost my preparations. I needed time. Such a factor this pitiful humans always extinguish upon themselves. Despite my tendency to share hate towards humans after unpleasantly sustainable issuing for years of being condemned in their rippled cage, I was forced to conceal myself in the dark; wait for the right moment of predicting a possible number of missing years, for Kal-El to leave his adopted home planet. He is so headless like Jor-El, the latter who could've saved Krypton had he not use it all on the last son of Krypton and the lost daughter of Krypton", Amazo explained.

"You're no human, you're a corruptible supercomputer, aren't you, Braniac?", said J'onn, finally acknowledge who the real face was behind Amazo.

"A low degree of expectations to discern before the mighty last survivor of Mars", Amazo commented. "Even an intellect like me, who've gathered countless knowledges across the prying planets inevitably crushed, should've depicted this would come".

"It was all going very wary about your involvement in this. But it got stronger the more it got deeper; you wanted me to know who I was dealing with", J'onn deemed. "That hint that was given to you, which you gave to Diana and Superman, it was a fake, a hoax to send them into an endless journey of travelling to planet to planet, until it's too late for them to save mankind once they come back".

"You're formidably one of the smartest Martians to envisage the implications of my image. And considered as the most powerful being in the face of the planet", Braniac remarked. "A key note that I always am one step ahead of you...". Braniac's eyes clench, giving way of a signal, directing his gaze at something behind J'onn.

J'onn, noticing where Braniac was staring at, spins around, just to stumble upon witnessing the presence of someone that immediately shocked J'onn. "Lena?!", the Martian Manhunter exclaimed, his instinct wasn't rapid enough to counter Lena's bout assault as she holds out a pole clayed in the texture of illuminating fire, the flames of it speedily grow itself, touching on J'onn's arms. J'onn started to get weaker by the fire radiating over him. Lena used this opportunity: she swung the pole, striking it hard on J'onn's lower chin. J'onn's body was forced to hurl a few metres back. As J'onn struggled to get up, he pulled his head upright, somewhat glimpsing in a picture view of Lena Luthor, wielding a firing weapon. "Why Lena?".

Lena's eyes are cold, showing no remorse. Her eyes are completely outstretched. Gripping her hand latches on her pole, she hoisted it up, steadying it locked tight in target above J'onn. In a swift motion, Lena thunderously banged down on J'onn's torso, repeating the throw multiple times. She bashed, lashed at J'onn, making the latter suffocate with each weighed blow wrapped on him. The Martian slightly screamed out of the physical torture he's been inclined on. In Lena's newly mark, she had her pole fastened over her, ready to throw it down on J'onn. The latter's eyesight is blurry, weak to comprehend anything in his vintage viewpoint.

"That will be enough Ms. Luthor", Braniac ordered, causing Lena to hold her forth in a stabled position, while at the same time dropping the pole, to fall into impelling on J'onn's knees, rendering the latter to groan another howling drool. J'onn's eyes aren't predetermined to visually see properly by the sharp looks of clear faces, but his eyesight is far to the point to register two figures standing over him, one of them that had just walked upon J'onn's way. "Let the Martian live as apart of my collection. His powers may prove to be valuable when I face this planet's greatest champion: the Man of Steel, otherwise known as Kal-El".

The last sight of J'onn's vision was Amazo's feet concealing his eyesight, blocking it. Forever now, it was pitch-blackness.

Central City

S.T.A.R. Labs

The cycle was night. Iris and Felicity are in the main room, monitoring on the present situations of their friends and allies. Those that have fought hard against Amazo, but were quickly brought under their feet, ultimately getting mangled in the process.

Felicity started thinking about where J'onn's whereabouts are in. The Martian hadn't appeared before them for hours. It did worry them as there are dispenses to worry about. "Shouldn't J'onn be here by now?", she asked, directing her gaze at Iris.

Iris merely shrugged by her shoulders. She was so fixated on Barry's current shape. The latter hadn't responded since his battle with Amazo, which led to the speedster being paralysed. "I don't know, I...".

"Do you think that Terminator took him too?", Felicity asked. After her question, a abrupt outburst came towards Iris and Felicity, flinging them way off the other side. Flying over, their bodies began landing over random directed computers, slamming them, shattering their respective active statuses.

From where an outburst ruptured, because of the cover of the gas of wasted smoke delivered, a shadowy emerging figure walks down its entry, entering the main room. As this thing was walking its path, its image became more visible in colours the further he wished to be prominent.

Felicity and Iris, both of which had alighted on a heavy come upon their heads, slowly rotated to their respective directions, each staring at the thing that put a hit on them.

"What? How does...?", Iris was lost of words as she was overwhelmingly shaken by the sudden appearance of someone they fear the most.

"Amazo?", Felicity exclaimed, her inventing eyes captured the shocking sight of it, someone that tore most of their allies at ease.

"Good evening, Ms. Smoak and Mrs. West-Allen. It is certainly an honour to meet, how humans say it, two people that pack loads of punches for their team. Accorded in the names I've collected from the internet: Team Arrow and Team Flash. Not as, to translate in human language, badass as Superman, Batman and Wonder Woman. Those three have been the only ones that are capable of defeating me by their respective methods, charted into one", said the cyborg.

"You're so much like the Terminator are you?", Felicity asked, presuming it in judge of the humanoid robot's style of speaking.

"People love going for every movie they feel so sophisticating on watching every movie they face upon. Such quality of its aberrant phase contacted. I've been forced to stare into that abyss for long eternity of years", the talking machine remarks.

"Who the hell are you? What do you even want from us?", Iris interrogates.

"Want you?", the amused robot laughed upon. "My sage of requirements is arrowed upon collecting S.T.A.R. Labs' resources, formed into providing my final attempt in escaping this planet. Whilst also using resources of others". The robot then motioned his head, in smeer, glaring at the weakened Felicity and Iris. "As for my identity, I am a high intellect supercomputer, not known by this world, but in the world that was once the world of this world's Superman and the real Supergirl, a world that was erased because of the Spectre's enfold".

"You're not making any sense", Felicity deemed.

"Of course not. Oliver Queen loves keeping lots of secrets from you and his entire race of friends. The same ones that would vow to be by his side, failed to realise he has kept secrets", Amazo declared. This gave Felicity and astounded look of expression, though perplexed but able to comprehend the catch of Oliver's possible action. Despite the feeling of been drawn closer to that thought, Felicity didn't believe in that killer.

"It doesn't matter. He will come. They all will hunt you down", Felicity said, just to encounter the sudden run of Amazo standing near to her, with Iris gripped in the neck.

"I'd live to see that theory. Though your conscious won't savour the timing to see it", the facer announced, following it up with a blazing glowering from his eyes, smashing at Feliciy's sight, soon blackening her.

National City

D.E.O.

Alex sprints, directing her end to the main room, where hundreds of agents are gathered, watching on a displaying news that was newly broadcasted in live.

The director of the D.E.O. pushes past her colleagues, making way through the front. As she reached her mark, her eyes finally open up to seeing the news. News showing reports of destructions in Central City, in specifically S.T.A.R. Labs.

"No!", Alex murmured, frowned in horror as she catches sight of the view of the whole building decapitated. "This can't be true". She promised she would keep her sister safe. She pledged an oath for the sake of her role as an older sister, she would take care of Kara. Previously, she heard of Supergirl's situation following her battle against Amazo which struck a huge weight on her forehead.

Seconds forwarded, Alex heard weighed thuds distances away from her back. Alex spins around. She registers the notion of her fellow teammates separating themselves, providing space for incomers. Alex saw it was Mon-El, Imra, Brainy and Winn. It prompted Alex to step on, towards their direction.

As the two sides come into the stage of interaction, Mon-El showed a worrying expressing, whilst being supported by Winn. The Daxam briefly draws a breathe, soothing himself from interacting in a tantrum manner.

"Is she...?", Mon-El failed to ask his question of inquiring to know. He was already mad when he first learnt that Amazo smashed Kara to the point that she fell into a sort of coma. Mon-El tried to look for that cyborg everywhere, but to no avail did he find him.

"I'm sorry", Alex said, in tears.

Mon-El's allies placed their hands on every side of Mon-El's upper body, comforting him. The former Daxam prince sprouted multi-breathes, trying to ease himself but hearing the death of Supergirl has filled him with levels of bursting anger. He couldn't repress it. The elevating set of emotions are empowering him to enact his revenge.

In Alex's mind, she is now thinking about how she will divulge the news to her mom. Eventually, she would have to tell her the truth. Prolonging the secrets kept would shatter bonds in considerable bars. Before she chooses to travel to Midvale, Alex needs to visit Lena, to seek for her help.