Argo City

A few days had gone course. No sudden interruption occurred. The sounds everyone perceived is so vague that it's almost like silence drew in on itself. The Kryptonians, whom don't have access to their Kryptonian powers because of red sun, progressed working on their usual day-to-day job. The last thing any of them wants is facing the extreme edge of death.


Zor-El-Queen Residence

Oliver returned to his home, following his visit in the home of his family, acquiring some insight from Moira's perspective of secrets. He didn't tell his mom about his fallout with Tommy, believing this stuff should be talked with someone else.

Oliver routed in Kara and his room, subsequent to discerning Kara lying on the bet, with her upper body laid on a headboard.

When Kara saw Oliver, she displayed a greeting smile, gratified to see Oliver, in spite of the secret she is keeping from the latter. The two embraced each other, declaring words in exchange of attending each other's launch of words.

Kara began continuing to speak up: "You okay? You seem quite unrelaxed, almost as if Silver Banshee got the drop on breaking your ear drums", the latter remarks.

Oliver briefly stares down. He then looks up, gazing at his wife. He advanced on, leaning forth in sitting on a spot beside Kara, whom had shifted her legs to provide space for Oliver to cover. "No", he retorted with a bit of a running bolt across his face. He shook his sideways, consistently on forward. Until he stopped. He closed his eyes, having a sensation of not having braveness within him to converge sights with Kara's. "Tommy".

Discerning the name 'Tommy' had gotten Kara worried and keen to know what happened between them. Kara was aware of the best-friend hooded binds her wife and Tommy had. Their friendship was so strong since the beginning when they were kids. She heard that Oliver and Tommy had a fallout before due to Tommy once fearing a variety of people of whom Oliver had either partnered with, befriended, or engaged with as a solid enemy. She normally wouldn't be surprised if she had learnt this same situation had happened before, but in this case the electric blazes held an aura that clasped her. She rolled her head up, fully focusing on looking at Oliver. "Didn't go so well after what happened with Laurel's death?", she presumed.

"How did you know?", Oliver questioned.

Kara briefly moved her eyes elsewhere, before turning back on Oliver. "I've faced it a couple of times: the concept of how hate can be created and formed into a vendetta. So far, I wouldn't believe to come across something like this for the first time", said Kara, referring to the number of coming contacts she underwent with people such as Reactron and Lillian Luthor, both of have had striking vendettas because of Superman. She later focused back on the ties regarded in-between Oliver and Tommy. "Laurel is an important figure to both you and him. Not as an object. More as a best friend. I can see why Tommy can be deranged so easily. First blow is you killing Malcolm, which left Tommy as an orphan. Then the death of his wife".

"Because of those deaths, I somehow destroyed our friendship. Who knows what Tommy's going down in that planet", said Oliver, whilst staring down. He seconds rotated in motion to Kara. "I have to keep an eye on him... before he does something that wouldn't force me to flung my throat in putting him down if he goes over-top". Tommy won't forgive Oliver for what the latter is going to do concerning in the case of arousing Tommy with eyes pierced around him. It will be break further down between the two's friendship but Oliver knows he'll at least save Tommy from succumbing to a deadlier line.

"Anyway, you remember when you asked me to take dig on what caused the explosion in Smoak Technologies?", Kara asked, quickly receiving a nod from Oliver as he hastened to inquire what Kara had found. "I've done a little bit of exploring. Using Krypton's resources, scanning on what turned it into a broken shell. It turns out none of Smoak Technologies' resources have blown it all into lower piles in there". She raised her hand, showing a device, which activated, displaying a holographic outline of a particular area.

Suddenly, Oliver noted with a arching look, catching on Kara's voice expressing in what Oliver assumes is what he believes. "The tone of your voice: you seem to have a thought of something".

"Something as in someone must have orchestrated this accident to enfold", Kara deemed.

"But who? It can't be the people down in that lair. How can anyone make it out alive under a minute, let alone seconds?", Oliver regarded. He ups his head, thinking about someone in addition to consider to be assumed to have involved itself in the case. "Our lair is supposed to be hidden from everyone's eyes, even our secret identities should've remained secret. Diaz and Chase's memories have been wiped out. League of Assassins have already been disbanded. Merlyn is dead". He spins his head to his left. "So who knew about my crusade and somehow managed to explode the entire lair and managed to escape?".

This thought laid on Kara's mind as she ponders on whom is distinctively possible to have capabilities to not be seen as a corpse, nor to be perceived by the fastest man alive.


Earth

Star City

In the ruins of the graveyards, Tommy sits down, slanting in front of the tombstone. His teary eyes pour down at the labelled name of the woman he once held closer to him. Two hands latched on the opposite sides of the tomb. His head is slid down on grounding on the surface of the tomb. His eyes glittering with tears. Inside of him is rupturing in every drastic minute he breathes. Wind began blowing the parts of his skin, in spite of Tommy not fazed at anything except the grave he gazes.

"I already saved you before. At the time when we were under the risked chances of facing death. We made it through. Now you couldn't this time? We've went over this and I...". Tommy had no more words to complete. His head is mixed up with the pain and senses of hatred dwelling inside him. His left hand lets go of side of the tomb he was attached to. He lightly struck his fist. "I wa...". His voice began to crack deeper into a drier throw, showing fury extinguishing. "I want Oliver Queen and Green Arrow to both suffer! They will perish! They will have blood scattered in every side!". His lifted hand immediately clenched right after he made vow.

"Good. Then may you serve as my loyal obedience on striking pain on your friend", a drier and more sinister tone commented. That extending voice alerted and prompted Tommy to confront the unknown thing. Tommy twirled around, attempting to engage with whoever is behind him. To that very second, Tommy's vision is blurred, swiftly bursting into the everlasting blackness.


Few hours later...

A boom tube opened up, releasing its door widened. Oliver and Kara stepped out, launching their steps across the route. They've learnt of Tommy's disappearance after being notified of it on account of Oliver placing a tracker on Tommy's back when they held a discussion after Laurel and the others' deaths.

Oliver finally reached on in contacting a point where Tommy last laid a step on. He lowers one knee down, lowering his body in mid-point. He looks diagonally down at the spot. His eyesight opens vividly on, viewing whatever is left behind. As Oliver is observing, he started to register a few blackish burnt marks, merged with the dirt. Oliver's eyes clenched. He doesn't recall graveyards to involve the process of anything having flames brought about lest it was an assault. He's already aware that his friends' bodies are black as an overcooked meat. In this case, fire was never apart of the funeral Oliver's former allies were set in. The bodies weren't dug out. This got Oliver curious. He twirls round, turning to engage sight with Kara's. "Care to give a little peek at the bodies underneath?", Oliver asked.

Kara nodded, walking on front, directing her way to Oliver's point. Kara rolls down at the ground-point, where it is in front of the faces of the tombstones. Kara wields her
x-ray vision, looking through what's underneath the ground. Along the past layers down the surface, Kara's vision catches stationary bodies completely intact in their burials. Shutting down her x-ray vision, Kara twirled to reach to Oliver's side. She horizontally shook her head. "Their bodies are still in same shape", Kara remarked. Kara was pinched in the heart. Saying their bodies are in the same shape made Kara feel bad. The bodies she saw beneath the ground layer, lower down the burial, it horrified her of seeing the states of Oliver's friends are in: entirely blackened, eyeless, arms twitched in random places.

Oliver comprehended Kara's observation, coming to know whoever entered in this part of the graveyard, they had no intentions of taking a dead body. "According to Krypton's scanners, Tommy was last mapped in here", Oliver stated, perplexed at where Tommy had gone off. He raised himself up, matching Kara's standing posture. "I thought Krypton's tracking device isn't so susceptible of being shut down, let alone be found by the naked eye".

"Only the smartest would figure that out", Kara remarks, soon closing in on Oliver.

Oliver rounds his eyes around, seeking things they hadn't found yet. Rounding along the bended way, twisting on, Oliver's eyes captures little bits piled on a point, that is distances off from his point. It had Oliver squeeze his eyes, later on to move his fingers appointed direction to the little bits. "What's what?", Oliver asked, soon advancing forward, seconds followed by Kara.

The duo carried on route, walking on until they've reached where Oliver had perceived the small bits.

Oliver crouched down. His arm extended forward, fingers leaning on a black dusted powder. The surface of his fingers apprehended a small amount of the powder. Oliver almost pondered on Tommy happening to be instantly disintegrated, in which he at once took it out of his head. "What the hell is that?", he questioned. Right after saying it, a small eruption from one point occurred before Oliver and Kara, the latter whom dragged Oliver in a safe place.

In the covers of the sheeting gas, a flyer started to fly up. Oliver and Kara watched on the thing proceeding to make a leave. The appearance of it had given rise to Oliver and Kara's brightening flash as they realise what it was.

Kara leaped up, throwing her flat hand, slamming on the flyer's chest. Using some provision of his strength to strengthen her impact, Kara drops the creature back on the ground. The flyer tried to tug it out with Kara's grips, just to have no phase in going past her hand. It roared, repeating numerous screeches wider.

"That fills in what makes the situation an awful lot of sense", Oliver commented, directing his eyes at the flyer in front of him. "Why in out all of this world's populated crust of people would Parademons choose to capture Tommy?". The question stuck around Oliver and Kara's heads for a brief while.

On an immediate blast, the flyer exploded into pieces, causing Kara to loosen her ties. Kara uplifts herself up to her stand. She rotates to Oliver's side. "We have to warn Kal and Diana about this", said Kara, gaining a nodding agreement by Oliver. The two sped off by Kara's flight, in which Oliver was hopped on board.


Apokolips

Thousands of creatures stacked within one place, kneeling, waiting for their true master to arrive. There above the spaces of tense sinister air, a dark figure popped out from the hollow via passage, appearing in the stoned balcony. Dark fog that surrounded the ruler began to disperse after the casual postured being lightened its eyes in crimson sheets. It lowered its face down into perceiving millions of figures hailing by using their composures to signify their allegiance to their ruler.

The uncountable repeating recite from the flyers drove the being a calm aspect. The only sound it is more preferable in hearing over and above other sounds that it'd consider a nuisance, muddling, annoying treatment flabbergasted at it. The being raised his head, glancing at the plateaus filled with tired slaves walking along their path, conveying large parts. The being glanced on a different direction, taking a look at an aged valley, piled with ships readying in settling positions.

Its watch ended disliked in perceiving of its servants walking towards. The ruler quickly shifted it out as it realised why its servants have abruptly entered this moment.

"My Lord", one transferrer called, receiving the scowling demeanour from the prompted dictator though it didn't care to revolve around, its focus was the environment in spite of his ears concentrated on his servants' words. "Here is the human from Earth of which you asked us to bring from his internment".

The ruler of Apokolips comprehended what its followers had addressed it. He then heard the repeating crying words of the transferred prisoner, until one of the dictator's servants hit him hard, mentioning the ruler's name. The dictator shifted a slight turn to his left, still facing at the front side. "Leave us at once".

The servants made one swift bow using their upper bodies downed, prior to leaving in the ruler's surroundings.

The human shook his head in random directions, shaking his body, frightened over the surroundings he isn't aware of. "Where am I? Who's there? Why have I been kidnapped?", the human questioned, keen and anxious. He remembered his sight being covered in a broadened image of blackness after discerning the colours of the graves. The next thing he knew after seeing darkness is strong firmed hands attached around his body parts, before finally being passed out. Now, he hears the chants of flyers in nonsense languages, hearing only piercing cries. "What are these horrible cries I'm hearing?".

The relaxed being is disturbed by the transported prisoner's list of questions. It had a plan on carrying out. "Tommy Merlyn. CEO of Merlyn Global Group. Organiser of many pathetic charities in my greatest opponent's adopted home planet. An occasional ally of a group of relentless vigilantes in a city. Has finally broken in pieces in the comprehension of learning his wife's death", the being casually descripted. It tilted further to his left. "A scarab might I put it in: a chance to transform yourself into a vengeance of ensuring all your wife's killers are brought to justice; a painless chance in pleading yourself under my reign of terror".

"What do you want from me?!", Tommy cries, veiled in so much suffering.

"A mere bug of a zero. I have nothing to lay the hunger of death on removing you out of my sight. There's no sense of caution that I need to realise in condoning you. You are the chosen one in succeeding what will ghastly transition that venal waste-world into a murky utopia, filled with a fixed sets of armies hailed under my control, Earth no longer named as its one but as a name known as New Apokolips", the dictator explained.

"What's my connection to your frantic fantasy?!", Tommy demanded, which the speaker distinctly heard.

The being finally rotated its whole body, squaring down at Tommy. It displayed its glimmering red eyes, directing towards Tommy. Once the red flaring rays struck in veil over Tommy's body, the cloth, that covered around his eyes, disappeared, fading off for Tommy to regain his vision.

Tommy lifted his face up at the being that was speaking to him. His eyes widened in horror as he realised who that thing was. He recognised the colours of this being. He recognised the shape of this dictator's body. And last of fall: he could never forget about the cold, nightmarish aspect that this speaker holds: a seemingly stoned, grisly face. Tommy widened his mouth, shocked at who it was. "I know who you are. I've seen you before. Those broadcasts over the past few years. The times when I became mindless as a puppet like any other slave who was compelled to worship you", Tommy remarked.

"I am nothing in pervading myself of astonishment or surprise. After all, this is the way of who they should view me as", said the dictator who continued to glare at Tommy.

"Why did you capture me?!", Tommy shouted, expressing his heavy anxious feeling because of his tone.

"Oliver Queen", the being raised, stinging a blast at Tommy. "Usually in infinite directions, I can obliterate any being with the rays of my omega beams. I could've easily killed you like any other prisoner I placed in my torturing prison. But I need you to perform your undying wish to do with what you pleaded on your wrenching cries: kill Oliver Queen with the powers I will provide you with".

"What's your catch in this brawl between me and him on a blood war?", Tommy demanded.

The ruler shaped a slight smirk. "It appears your best friend had never disclosed any part of his secret to the closest people he could've widened his trust on", the thing commented. "I'm not appalled".

"Secrets?", Tommy exclaimed, curious to know what the ruler of Apokolips holds in its knowledge. "You know Oliver's deepest secrets?".

"To put it this way, once I give you the knowledge of what your ex-best friend holds, you will be spreading eternal chaos in the bloodshed, destroying every part of life between you and him. Revelations given to you will determine your world's fate", said the being.

"How should I believe any false information you give me would convince me to work under you?", Tommy questioned, a bit amused.

"I am many things. Giving false information to extract you via encouragement would've been apart of recruiting new servants. In this case, I acknowledged Oliver Queen as a thorn in my sight just like the Justice League for years. This information will make your eyes burn as you gaze at the sun showing what that mortal hid behind his back from his friends and family for so long since the creation of this Multiverse. And you will realise the man you have so much intent in breaking down is so easy to destroy once I give you the powers and resources to draw that mark", the being remarked, forcing Tommy to hear what truth this entity desires to bring up. "Oliver Queen has the family of belonging to outer space of a wife he loves too much till his dying breath: a Kryptonian like Superman, a female Kryptonian known as Kara Zor-El-Queen". When it rose its words out, it advanced closer to Tommy.

The information released brought Tommy's head to tilt upwards, looking up on his feared engager. The fear no more dwells inside him. His tongue is lusted with the taste of ruining his former best friend's life. "Tell me more about Oliver Queen's secret life, and those other closest people he's been consumed in", Tommy bravely inquired. "Lord Darkseid". Exactly after Tommy accepted the being he works for, Darkseid's eyes glow brighter, casting the heavy shed of crimson light more and more over Tommy.

Darkseid is prepared to reveal the next. The acknowledgement of Tommy working for him gave Darkseid a satisfied expression.


Earth

Roanoke Island

Multiple crashes plunged on most rocks, ultimately getting them smashed. Superman lies in there, on that same perimeter where the rocks have completely heaped over him, with magic energising their weight on the Man of Steel, making him weakened as the magic's aura exposes Superman to become more weaker.

"And here I thought Faust was just a bird sitting on a perch", Superman remarks, whilst feeling concerned at lifting the rocks out of him with all his strength. Superman attempts to strike every energy within him to transfer on surging inside his arms. It showed that the rocks had the heavy dominance over him. "Dammit. I really do hate magic. Where is Shazam when you needed him?".

Whilst Superman is covered in drawing his strength to take the rocks out of his way, Wonder Woman is clashing with Faust. The latter two had carried on dodging each other's attacks, attempting to get the opening shot in putting the other down. None have proved to draw it up. Wonder Woman flew in circles, arousing Felix Faust to the mark that the latter is getting annoyed at receiving misses.

"You can't hold this for long Wonder Woman. You're the one who is going to fall because of your let down in underestimating me. You think my powers are stripped off, think again once I put you in a miserable abyss", Felix Faust commented, continuing to throw magical shots to Diana.

Diana rolls again, avoiding another blast from Felix Faust. She then flew at one gusting drop, slamming one point on the surface. Her legs had been kneeled. Wonder Woman's sword was held to her deeper left. Her sight directed at an attached rock. She threw her sword in the horizontal direction, instantly slashing the rock, separating it from the ground. Diana spun around in one full clockwise, raising her feet as she uses it as drop-kick, pounding at the rock, causing the parted rock to lunge at Felix Faust.

Faust noticed. He raised his two hands, lightening the veil of magic, striking at the rock, which got shattered. She then perceived Wonder Woman speeding straight at her with a sword. It made Faust widen his eyebrows, eyes and mouth.

Diana flying ahead, finally reaches to Faust's point. Wonder Woman uplifts her sword, steadying its dropping point aimed at Faust. The sword plummets down, slicing at one of Faust's elevated arm, forcing the latter to spit blood. Afterwards, Wonder Woman flew past Diana, landing down at the ground with her legs fastened on the surface in one of them kneed. Diana twirled around, looking down at Felix laid flat. She forwarded on, enclosing her distance at the severely weakened sorcerer.

"This time you won't be harming anymore people. I've grown tired of your relentlessness on carrying to persist your inner exploits. It ends now", Wonder Woman said. She soon heard a dry laugh from Faust, which got Diana very confused.

In spite of an arm torn, caused to scream highly pitched, Faux continued laughing. Then on, Faust twitched his head, trying to direct up on seeing his enemy. "You Amazons are fools to think overpowering your enemy through brute force would lead to your victory. You must also think about other factors through brutal brawls. For me, I had those factors risen as odds over you", Faust commented. Subsequently, Felix shifted his glance at a different direction, closer to Diana's way.

Diana saw Faust giving a weak nod, which had Wonder Woman realise it was a distraction. She whirled around to square with whoever was behind her. Her eyes stumble upon a coloured ray bursting at her vision, flinging Diana metres back. As Diana fell back, her head won back in her fixed sighted direction. She gazed at an armoured figure whom looked at her with a look so neutral that not Wonder Woman could describe whether it was satisfied or disappointed. Her vision was blurry, though she could see the new player redirecting his visual perception to Felix Faust. She weakly perceived the hearing of Faust crying, begging to spare his life. This new figure didn't spare her. Diana weakly witnessed this armoured humanoid thing dropping one foot, slammed at Faust's head. The figure went on forth, displacing his perception down at the weakened Diana. Wonder Woman was weak to get up. It's more of her body as a tree of its branches broken. "Who are you?", Diana demanded to know, while trying to recover her eyesight, targeted at the new person.

"Someone you will never forget. Someone that will foresee the turns to come across you and the Justice League", the figure expressed. "Xenon will be the name that will cast in spreading everyone as my prey. I am the predator". After that, the being struck a feet, pounding at Wonder Woman's face, forcing the latter's turn at the other direction.

Wonder Woman's vision began to fade into blackness. Colours of visions captured slowly sprawled into the black. The last seconds of Diana seeing the leftover colours was Superman recovering from his entanglement from the rocks, flying straight at Diana, calling her name for response. Diana couldn't release a word. She drove down sleeping. The restraints getting stronger, shoving Diana's conscious down the everlasting sleep she is bound to fall in.


In a Dimension separate from the Multiverse...

A ruler of this Dimension is unmoved on the seat it's in. It observed the setting around the being, evolving further past its previous versions. Robots and large drones preoccupied, placing a set of segments, supposed to be fixated on the plumped buildings and towers.

Its visible seize unexpectedly and promptly ended as the dictator refocused on a new incomer. "Is it done?", the being questioned, referring to Xenon's task to enact in putting Wonder Woman down. It turned a slight further to its right. "Xenon".

"Yes it has", Xenon responded, bowing with one knee down, as well as the upper body a bit lowed down. He came to a stop, settled in a point that is sighted in the right side of where the ruler could perceive its servant.

"Excellent", the being retorted. It shifted the right turn forwarder. "What about the Dark Multiverse?".

Xenon raised its head, feeling the requirement to respond in honesty.

The ruler sensed Xenon's feeling. "It seems you've still not completed the task", the leader deemed.

"Majority of them I had accomplished. Just one step off. And this one is very difficult", Xenon said.

"What is stopping me from getting my desires?", the ruler demanded.

"The gates that open to the Dark Multiverse", Xenon answered. His answer made the ruler have interest in inquiring what prevented it from succeeding its long time goal. "It requires one to be sacrificed".

"We have trillions across the Universes to meet it", the being regarded, displaying a small amused look.

"Not any person. It requires a conscious token. Someone so special that it was meant to be the key of cracking the lock on the gates", said Xenon, rendering the dictator to fully discern in ear of what the true answer was. "You've known this being for decades. He was the one who once became your mentor". Xenon finally stood upright, meeting up in a stand, directed at the sitter. "This mortal is hard to find due to hi-".

"Tell me", the ruler growled.

Xenon paused his steps from speaking aloud. He then carefully launched his voice out. "Batman", Xenon bravely disclosed.

That name Xenon revealed brought shock on this being's face. It forwarded its face out of the shadows, revealing its face as Dark Supergirl. Kara had never thought that the step in achieving her goal to unlock the opening for the Dark Multiverse to enter the main Multiverse would be in need of someone that has mere influence of the whole Omniverse.


New Earth

Argo City

Kara visited to her mother. The latter brought with her the source her stepson found under the surface of Argo City. The two resolved by sitting on soft seat. They've already briefed through the status on Kara's family, now Kara has reached on wanting to discuss on the matter of she holds.

"There's something I'd like to show to you. I'm grateful that you've provided us a private room. I'm sorry that I had to abruptly rush you out of your meeting with the council", said Kara.

"A time can be covered for anything for my daughter", Alura assured her daughter, subsequent to displaying a smile to Kara.

Kara vertically moved her head up and down. She later on rolled her face down on her right closed hand. She raised her arm, matching up to her mom's chin's point, in spite of the distance being a little far. "If anyone would know about my father's work other than me, it's you", Kara confidently declared. She slowly widened her fingers, opening them for Alura to see what Kara had concealed.

Alura's eyes broadened. She is shocked to have caught before her eyes a device, though shaped in mounded parts projected from a rock, that Alura hadn't seen for a long, long time. "Rao. Goodness. Is that what I think it is?", Alura questioned, receiving a nod from her daughter. "Where did you get it? I haven't seen that rock for over 50 years".

"So you knew every tech my dad build?", Kara questioned.

"Since from the day you were very young: yes", Alura answered, lowering her head down.. "Most of your father's creations were dangerous that they had to be blasted far off on the depths of the stars. Though those years were times when your father was once forced into driven madness because of being ordered to get involved in bloody pathological war that had lived on when the regime and the enforcers had detested each other's ideals and priorities", Alura explained. "In this device you're holding:
Timan-El. You're father built it out of an urged idea when he encountered a specie that could bend reality by covering its aura on targeted areas. When he successfully created it using fragments colllected from that specie, he managed to create this, testing it in realising it can shape the timeline". She focused back on Kara. "He didn't want anyone else to use it. He wouldn't trust Zod to take the hands of it, nor Non, not even my sister Astra, the latter of which which I advised him not to confide with".

Learning Alura had no trust in her sister made Kara slightly furious. As a child, Kara loved Astra. She was her favourite Aunt. She loved her so much. So did Astra. The latter would've redeemed everything, but Astra's death fell in an unexpected way, in which she still hadn't found out who murdered Astra.

"Zor-El decided to keep it a secret. The only people who knew about it were me, him, Jor-El and Lara", Alura added.

Kara faced down, nodding, noting the history regarding Timan-El. She then turned to look at Alura, having the feeling of giving out what she had hidden for long years. "I used the Timan-El", Kara addressed.

"I figured. Zor-El predicted you would use it. That's why the whole plan was set. Because we all had considered Earth as the safe ground in case Krypton had to explode, we rocketed that device to your adopted planet; in hopes that Krypton would be restored once you found it", said Alura.

"But I didn't", Kara retorted, recalling the first she used it, it didn't exactly meet her father's expectations. She utilised it out of her uncontrolled emotions. Kara downed her head again. "I used it to travel back in time to reshape majority of events to meet my intent, so that Oliver and all the people I held dear close would be restored". She rounded her face up, looking elsewhere. "No matter how extraordinary that device was, it had a lot of consequences. There are lots that maybe dad hadn't known".

Alura shaped her face in a look representing her inquiries on what Kara had learnt of Timan-El's use and its consequences.


2050

An unknown world no longer maintained as a separate world...

Doors open up, revealing the glimpse of the faint weak light rising out. The tangling of light and darkness spreading its torque across the land. Nothing lifted in the air. No sensation of the twisting blazes of tranquillity and serenity. Death lays up in every rising explosion, occurring in everyplace of a long, pathing wasteland. There used to be concern for weather conditions, money crisis, personal lives dismantled or purposed, natural accidents, crowd of chants, or businesses. Now, it's all about survival and a fixed quest. Nothing is in addition. These conditions have severely increased to a line beyond the breaking climax, it broke it sky-high that disrupted space and time, along with worlds jammed together. He slid to the door very wide he could get out, taking along with him a container, that's set with a head, whom is forced to undergo being trapped in here for eternity. The shivering cries of everything raises the senseless emotions dwelling inside the man, whom continued walking out, heading on the dune. He just left from an abandoned building. His direction leads to the path he wishes to bound on. He has a mission. A mission he chose to lay instead of resting in his skin. Because he is someone very different from people who'd typically give up, he is Earth's last knight: the Batman.


A/N: This marks the last chapter of this whole story. Sorry that the chapter was so long. I was intentionally intending to create new openings for new stories shared in-part of this continuity. It's likely that I will be working on multiple stories in continuity.

For the previous section. The one you've recently just read. I am adapting a storyline that seemed so interesting for me. I haven't exactly read it yet, but learning the plot of it, I grew interest in reading it. It depends on how I put it this way. I adapted Kingdom Come storyline in my previous story, which is fully completed, although it was short. I do intend to make this story longer. I do have tendencies on making stories longer. At least I managed to make this story more longer.

I do want to explore on how Timan-El has consequences. I'll give you one hint what I'm adapting a new story it on: the Flashpoint storyline. One of the best ones. Even the movie's adaption of it was so great. It inspires me to create a new story, only regarded on Supergirl.

Third story is the one I plan on doing after I finish with the story I am adapting from flashpoint. This third story will be adapted on the 'Batman: Hush' storyline. It was such an interesting story that focused on two former best friends, presented as enemies to one another. It won't be focused on Batman. More over the Green Arrow's go-through.

Stay tuned for tomorrow. I might be picking to do the story regarding on what is launched in the consequence of when Kara had wielded the Timan-El. It will hopefully be great. I really did love the characters that had a role to play their part in the story (e.g. Thomas Wayne becoming Batman, caused by witnessing his son Bruce Wayne die). I am so eager to make it.