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Present moment.
Ground zero.
They had just arrived from a meeting, from Wayne Enterpreses .
- Do we have anything else to solve? Bruce asked with tired eyes.
"No." said Darkseid , pulling him toward the mansion.
Going up the stairs, the new god, caught him on his lap talking.
- Now that we have nothing more to resolve. - Said Darkseid .
- That's good. - Bruce said.
- You will not leave under me. - Said Darkseid .
- That is a promise? Bruce asked.
- No. - Said the new god. - It is a fact and I will comply. - Said Darkseid .
- Until I have taken every last drop of your dick. - Said Darkseid .
- I'll fill you with my cum. - Said Darkseid .
He was being carried towards the bedroom, and carried in his arms in the form of a bride.
The new god took off his clothes, taking them on his way towards the bed, both naked.
Bruce had his legs spread, naked, lying on his back, with Darkseid on top of him, lifting his legs, and holding his thighs apart, and sticking his tongue inside his hole preparing him.
The smaller man was screaming in the middle of the start of sucking, thrusting in and out of him, his penis was hard, dripping with stimulus, deep and direct thrusts towards his prostate with force and precision.
Darkseid didn't need much stimulation, to fuck him with his tongue, his hard cock, and the pounding, sucking and licking in and out of him, was soft and hot, it felt so good .
Each thrust came with shock waves , his screams were louder and louder, his penis dripping hard, and engorged, throbbing and getting closer and closer to coming.
Darkseid was having fun with his squeaky screams, he really wanted to get inside, but it was never good to get in without preparing.
Darkseid didn't want to hurt him, wanted to make him come, in the middle of his screams, he came in the middle of it, in less than ten minutes of sucking, and even then, he didn't stop.
The new god was proud of the fact that he made him come, just with his tongue in that greedy ass, those rings tightening around his tongue, sucking and drooling, licking, nibbling that hole, those rings tightening around his.
He had barely prepared him, with his tongue, in the midst of those blows inside him with his tongue, he came next, in less than ten minutes from one cumshot to the next, he was storing nonstop in and out of him, the squirts towards your abdomen.
The new god did not let him soften for a long time, between his legs, more strained, then taking his tongue out of him, thrusting with his fingers, making scissor movements, with his fingers and swallowing his stick.
Then, scraping his teeth around, pumping with one hand and sucking him, swallowing from end to end, in the middle of his squeaky screams , as said, he didn't need much to make it come between his fingers in a sweeping motion. scissors inside it .
Screaming his name, amid the throbbing of his cock in Darkseid's mouth .
Between the thrusts in and out of him, mercilessly hitting his prostate, making him see waves of light, which blinded his vision, came with waves of electricity that screamed every pore of his body.
The stabs of Darkseid with his fingers jabbing his prostate , he came evil then , Darkseid swallowed his joy, he turned the forcing four .
- Now the good part. - Said Darkseid , slapping his buttocks.
The new god, kneeled behind him, and guided his penis without ever stopping, with his fingers, soon being replaced by his penis.
- You are mine, all mine, I am the only one to eat your ass. - Said Darkseid . - Let's shout more, make your mouth a good use, just as I make your hole my home. - Said. - Slapping his ass with accurate blows without mercy, in the midst of his screams, with the new god pushing all his greeting to the root .
- Now, I'm putting your hole to good use. - Said the new god beating his testicles on his ass for every push in and out of him.
Passing through every wall and ring of muscles, squeezing around his penis, always smaller than his penis, less badly, he didn't want to eat a whore, he loved Bruce's regeneration, that would leave him an eternal virgin .
- Say it's mine. - Ordered between his snarls, accurate strokes, inside and outside, poking and hitting directly in his prostate.
- I am yours. - It was Bruce's cry, being pushed and pulled with Darkseid's huge hands with his body-to-body beats.
He was rewarded by a shout after another, for every inch inside him, in the midst of his thrusts, without worrying about stopping and never waiting.
Darkseid growled with strong thrusts from his hips the beats of his ass, his cock in and out of him, with cracking blows.
Holding in place, with the deep marks of his fingers, and that the smaller man gets used, always faster, and stocking him, inside and outside, each time, faster.
They were stored like a jackhammer, deep, precise and accurate, with blows that made him see stars, amid waves of electricity that ran through his body.
Powerful thrusts, with strokes of your pelvis, waves of stars, and holding your thighs, and pelvis, pulling and pushing, with strokes of your hips, cracked slaps, and in the middle of your thrusts, thrust in and out of it.
He pulled and pushed him between his orgasms in a row, deep pounding, direct thrusts from his prostate, both of them coming in through the tightness inside him, around his walls, overflowing between the sides and dripping from inside him.
His screams and growls, being rewarded by squeaky shouts in the midst of shoving, were overpowering, direct and direct blows, pushing and thrusting directly into his prostate, his penis squirting toward the mattress.
Darkseid pulled him forcing him, between the squirts of his penis pulsing towards the sheets, being kneeling between his legs, holding his neck making him arch his back.
Amid the blows of his hips, propelling his pelvis in the midst of his blows in and out of him, blows and extraordinary strength, from slaps to body to body.
The new god pulled him, holding on to his neck and biting his jugular, never stopping hitting, storing, with force, directly on his prostate, with force, the symbols of his body shining in the midst of his strokes.
Thrust in and out, in and out of him, in the midst of his thrusts, violent blows between the squirts of both, his thighs trembling, wet and his throbbing penis.
Strokes of his cock in and out of him, jerks with everything, his hole overflowing with cum, oozing, squirting, hard inside him.
Darkseid turned him, facing him, and placed him on his back on the bed, pushing his greeting inside him, with pelvis strokes up and down with his legs spread, toward the bed, and up and down with body slaps against body.
Feeling the immense pleasure between the strokes with blows, strokes of his testicles in his ass, separating with force, in the midst of the attacks inside and outside him.
Darkseid in the middle of thrusts, he lifted his neck and flames spread through his body, his body cracked like lava, and he looked like plasma hair and fire and flames like steam coming out of every crack in his body.
He turned his face upward through the thrusts, without ever stopping, pushing his greeting, in the middle of his neck and eyes towards the sky.
Then, Darkseid , threw rays after Omega Samson rays towards the sky, piercing once again, the roof with jerks, of a jackhammer, in and out of it, with extraordinary forces, hitting his prostate without stopping.
Waves of energy coming off their bodies, their symbols were intense and shone and sent waves of energy towards the sky, bringing intense rains.
Until in the middle of it, he turned him on his side, cupped, lifting his leg , and pushing hard in and out of him, until they came nonstop, his cock throbbing and feeling squeeze nonstop with each stroke. inside him.
- Your hole is all mine. - Said Darkseid .
"You ..." It was the only thing Bruce said in the midst of his screams, and the roar of Darkseid .
The semen oozing in a stream, which flowed nonstop, with strokes of his pelvis, hitting his testicles in his ass leaving fingerprints, with his hard penis pulsing and coming.
Then letting go, snorting until Darkseid is soft now, both standing still.
- He is well? - Asked Darkseid .
Bruce groaned and said. - Yea.
- Can you walk? - Asked Darkseid .
- You know you don't. - Bruce said.
Darkseid smiled, and took him on his lap, and took him towards the shower to clean it.
They showered and went back to bed to sleep.
In a moment of time, when everything changes.
In a past 5 years period.
In a place outside time and space and the physical world.
It was the spiritual world of the Zarathanis temples .
Zariel , he was laughing with a smile that said plan.
She realized that the gloomy world was a fertile land of distorted versions of Bruce Wayne that died and were not reborn, the rivers were huge, endless and home to the ruined.
In the rivers of resentment, they were lost, whose pending and desperate, desolate and bathed in them and in the depths of despair, which they saw were their versions.
They practically were their food, full of carbohydrates, their memories, left there and moved on in search of a new life.
You could see that this was Bruce Wayne's definitive home, he was unable to let go of the bone, and let it go, he didn't let it go, and he had serious emotional problems.
Like his inability to move forward, he was a man who looked more like a back, who did not accept his failures, did not forgive and did not forget, all contrary to what would be a new Christian.
Although the rule was simple, to follow, it was necessary to leave your pendencies behind, in addition, inner peace was necessary, the ability to move on, which was not the case for Bruce Wayne.
In Zariel's opinion , Bruce never let it go, he was full of pendency, and he never achieved his inner peace, the acceptance of death, it didn't help, besides a voluntary systemic sacrifice.
All to the detriment of the greater good, but these motivations were not enough, he kept brooding over past mistakes, which were many, as a result he did not move on.
She became her nanny, mentor and guide, she couldn't convert the work of a universal Alfred, not in this way.
So, she decided to give a push, even if it was a cheat.
There were countless pendencies, millenary, epic, and structural throughout the multiverse outside, all of which affected Bruce Wayne multiversal .
Zariel did not want to dedicate eternity to his jailer, nanny and caregiver, she liked their stories, their company, and their adventures, but there were many of them who could not accept their failure.
What defined Bruce Wayne, each version of him, they were boring, when angry and failure rodents, very boring, really, they did not forget, they had an irritating memory, thankfully that she erased their conversations and their agreements.
They were revolted, vindictive and resentful, and what they had left over was resentment, they practically fed the rivers with their own resentments and failures.
The library and the large computer of memories, was in the rivers of blood, it was a river that memories and knowledge, its library of accessed memories, were a source of knowledge that should be left there to make a clean and quiet version.
The reset button for the organization of her recipe should be kept there, for immediate and future access, not to be dedicated to just one man, she had a lot to catalog.
His countless incarnations were now, a way of saying, dead and not born again.
Especially in the last war, his executioner, and his distorted versions, died, and were taken away, never finding peace, their lives were torturous, and their maddened souls would never rest.
Of course, it was home to all the souls of each different version, of worlds that were the ruin.
There was still a lot of work to do, so that she could visit those worlds and swallow them up to make room for the other worlds, she would need a connection with each location, so she would need a version of Bruce Wayne.
Even dead who agreed to commit suicide, die and in the end merge, a mark of his, which he had left, would serve his legacy, what was left over there, his memories in life.
It was hard to think, that they would do it out of their own free will, and out of their own opinion and ability.
Not even to Juvenal, they would never accept it by normal means.
She knew that in normal ways this would never happen.
Sometime before any version of Bruce Wayne started the deal, she liked those men around her, wanted them as her personal harem, all versions that connect her with the physical multiverse.
The rule for getting what you want was.
Speak what they really want to hear and feel.
It was not difficult.
Considering that she could fulfill her most intimate desires and know what they really wanted.
It was that desire that would make them give up everything, that would make them give up what they really wanted, that would make them abandon everything.
After all, there was no time in rivers of blood, they were spiritual worlds of restless souls.
She had seen them fight around the beginning and the end, it was becoming an eternal struggle, without end and without beginning, unless she pulled and negotiated them.
In their most intimate desires, they originally did not want to fight forever, they wanted happiness, to rest in peace, and the kingdoms would be their last home.
- You don't want to kill them. - Said Zariel .
- Why not? - He asked.
- Because, and then ... - He said. - It would be the end ... - He said. - What would you do next. - Said Zariel .
- There would be no one to play with. - Said. - It would be over. - Said Zariel .
- I know you wouldn't want an end. - Said. - How about it last? She asked.
- What do you understand about me? - An alternate Batman said.
- What do you know about me? - Questioned Batman from Earth 22.
- Do you want to know an example ...? - She asked.
Everyone there even the worst agreed.
Donkeys ...
To prove a point, it transported them towards the white infinity point of ground zero outside the universe's threshold.
That was the whiteboard of the universe of the long void of time, because there was no time.
So she left them there in infinite white, for thousands of hundreds of billions of years ...
Conclusion...
They all came back desperate, to the present moment.
It was a blank board with no sound, life or endless principle, wherever you looked it was white, empty and infinite, with nothing to run to.
They spoke to her at some point in a previous encounter, between the anger and the hatred that surrounded them, besides the madness, if they took the poison, they would not be funny, they would bring their sanity, well she did, she tortured him, what was an eternity.
His madness came in sips of gurgle, between drinking and eating and starting over, recovering his sanity when he found out what he did, and begging to be or returned to be crazy.
Then, begging to return to not mind forgetting, and when she did, the cycle was repeated, she did it, gave her sanity, cries, cries, then continued madness.
Who in their right mind would endure the fact that they killed around wildly?
Well, let's see, I'm going to do an experiment with each one of you. - Said Zariel .
She did, she tried and continued, in addition to playing them in the blind white of infinity, screaming for nothing, indefinitely.
Anything, she went back to the beginning, and threw them towards the edge of time, making them go crazy, go crazy and return to consciousness.
She saw them regain consciousness, in times of nightmares, and continuous and repetitive cycle, where they sent them towards a world, he started the cycle of madness, murder again, they were killed and returned.
Well, in theory it never happened, because no one would remember, or will they, we will do one more experiment, until she is satisfied.
After all the desperate behaved, she continued to torture them.
In his boredom, he became boring, it was repetitive, boring and tedious, and again he started the cycle of madness, murder and death again, and his return to his lands like a tormented wing.
Sometimes they killed each other, it was Batman, from three alternative lands, finding themselves killing and fighting eternally in rivers of blood.
He took, rather, each of them was afraid of death and would find him following, she became the queen of psychological torture for Bruce Wayne, his personal jailer.
Then, at some point, she decided not to torture them anymore, tired and a lot, it was boring and repetitive, and very monotonous, she had already exhausted all her will, she was looking and seeing the tears and the recurring despair.
She saw all of her timelines, she saw all of their lives, and versions, all of their countless childhoods and the ones that led them to be who they were.
She did nothing, after all, it wasn't she who tortured them, it was her villains, she just sent them in continuous and successive loops in an eternal cycle of torture, death and rebirth, repeating the same days, the same deaths, and the same tortures.
It was nothing more than intensely annoying and annoying, it was tedious to review life and desires that were destroyed along the way.
She was in the dimensional realms of the rivers of blood, originally, she saw her recurring guests several times, she made a deal, which none of them would come to remember, but there was something, which she offered.
Zariel was there, in his dimensional realm, it was where everyone would pass and leave their memories, and choose their wishes or curses, if they went to hell and heaven.
She just took advantage of all the timelines, all the versions and a restart given by Flashes of various realities, nobody liked to be reborn and die next.
She saw every situation, every thing that went wrong that made them who they were, and that was repetitive.
It was in the currents of the rivers of blood, it was not just Bruce, just one of them, there, but several versions, his, there was no way, just one to be used as others, or to put them against each other.
What could she offer to each of them, like the Bruce from countless lands wanted at the beginning of a conversation that they did so much, until they reached a middle ground or an agreement, and she stopped doing that, because ...
They would have to have connections in various timelines, realities and worlds, connections with the entire multiverse.
Even if they went with their descendants or clones, they should have the same saliva, the same DNA, the same breath, the same voice, the same brain wave, in general, they should be him.
At some point in time ...
She investigated him, went on with his life, she became his personal stalker.
As children, they wanted their parents' love, they wanted their company.
At some point in time, the death of their parents, what they wanted, was that they wanted their parents, everyone agreed at first.
Bring them back, life, as time progressed ...
They did not know that they would arrive so far, they thought they would die on the way, which was not the case.
He didn't want to ally himself with a group of heroes, his fight was supposed to be lonely, but that went against everything he wanted ...
All of them did not want their parents anymore, because when they grew up and in what they became they could not have them to continue to be what they became.
At first yes, but when they grew up, they didn't want their Robins , but they had them.
Then they wanted freedom, at last.
They wanted to die in battle, in some lines it happened, and in others they died of old age.
By the hands of your enemies at the end of time in general.
Crime, fear, and life, did not end when they died, it continued, and there would be no end, they failed.
She tortured them by making them see all the failures of their lives, she tortured them by making them see all the mistakes he made.
She tortured them by making them see countless times, when he failed to save lives.
She tortured them by making them see countless times, when the world came to an end, without ever being able to use a power, without having one, without seeking the strength she needed.
She tortured them and forced them to see that a normal man could do nothing against gods.
She tortured them and made them see that he would have no power, that they would have no help.
She tortured them by making them see that even their worst version, as god or human, came to an end, without success.
She tortured them when they saw that it mattered nothing and could do nothing against gods and that no matter how hard they tried, they were defeated.
She tortured them and made them see that they had lost, being betrayed, being killed by those he considered friends.
She tortured them and made them see the countless times when he was betrayed by a woman he loved, and the times when they were betrayed by Selina Kyle,
She tortured them and made them see the countless times when the countless versions of CatWoman betrayed them.
What was quite recurring was that it didn't matter the reality, which was even more excruciating, she made them see countless versions of Kryptonians invading the land, countless versions of Kryptonians who enslaved countless worlds.
She made them see countless versions, where there were countless versions, of various Kryptonians who killed the justice league, who dominated the universe.
She tortured them and made them see, that in their countless versions, she made them see their failure, and made them see countless versions of her who were killed by Kal , by the countless Men of Steel.
Her best friend went crazy and killed him, she would keep that memory, when the final moment came for her to take root and not forget, deep down to never forget.
He was what he was, to continue to remember, of the evil that lurks, within the soul of everyone there.
Those who once suffered from what became taken by repentance, taken by their own guilt.
She did it, she tortured him, until her soul burned in fiery flames, her human soul in flames was the greatest power in the universe, a fiery form, of each of them, in flames, their souls overcome with despair and failure, times out of hatred.
In their psychic tortures, in all of them, being an ally and a member of the justice league, they were as dangerous as each one of them, who killed them, betrayed them, and tortured them.
The justice league if it was not controlled if it was not put in place, they were recurrent in some timeline, causing death, domination and destruction.
She needed to make them see, and she made them see, she made them contemplate everything that could go wrong.
Screaming like torture, even the most sane of men would not endure, but these versions, these worlds, she did not erase, he needed some time to calm down, for her to continue, even if they begged to stop, even so she did not. did, she continued to prove a point.
They tortured them and made them see countless times when each of them was killed by their children.
She was getting upset and even though there was no lack of creativity in continuing to do this, she thought she should stop one time or another.
They were somewhere wandering around in worlds that could not be forgotten, all the memories of their passages would be there.
Nothingness and emptiness didn't seem to be fun, a blank canvas where, she played them, it was nothingness from infinity.
The temples were the back doors, of the spiritual worlds, all their pendencies would be left there, if it were to fight, it would be eternal, if it were to arrest him, there should be a jailer, if it were to devour him, he would be forgotten, she would have every memory and remembrance of the multiverse.
That was the backup system of the universe, where a restart point was left, where she would have access to the database.
So that in the end, who would be responsible, it would be Zariel , and she wasn't in the mood to do this for all eternity, so she would have to find a way, for this fight.
She wanted to play a role, it would be nice to have a ride, or a company.
In the end, eternity would be doomed, do not continue, that was irritating, since she would have more to do than be the judge, jury and executor, in addition to jailer and eternal guard.
She didn't want to do double work, she hated it.
Practically, laziness, it was not its rival, it would have lost badly.
The shouting was monotonous and annoying.
After all, eating worlds in ruins took their time, and their price, she would have to alternate between her chores, she wanted to save that, so she formulated a plan.
The plan was that they were men, as such, had the weaknesses of one, she would have millennia of experience in that, and they were once human, so according to this, she would be playing with the hearts of men, and she wanted them to itself.
One hour the torture would evolve, and they would have to decide to agree with it.
In the end, if she did that, they could never be remembered, she needs them to sacrifice themselves and unite by spontaneous free will, she got tired of torturing them, she was no longer grateful, they were of many realities, she was sick of it.
Death was a recurring thing, it happened to everyone, at one time or another, that was fateful for all mortals who lived in the multiverse.
Bruce from Earth 22, Bruce from Earth 52, Bruce from Earth 53, Bruce from Earth alternatives, and countless crazed versions, like a Manhattan doctor ..., all there to give and sell.
Then, she made them find, in a moment of time, between her death and her resurrection, and her countless sessions of creative torture.
They were fighting and fighting, she sent them in that dimensional fissure between the rivers of blood, there were two versions, one healthy and one that lost its sanity, the distorted version of Bruce Wayne.
Tired between psychic worlds, they were tied, madness itself was contagious as far as sanity was concerned, both died, revived and were sent back into worlds.
He wanted madness, he wanted to bring evil, the other wanted to bring order.
They took their struggles over the multiverses, before time changed, in an instant of turning, she had trapped them within a portion of the dark multiverse at a turning point, where they saw and relived the same days repeating themselves.
It was exactly two points, the death of their parents, and where, they were killed, their countless versions by some villain, such as the joker, and such as when they were infected by the crime clown prince himself.
They were sucked and revived until they got tired, tortured and turned inside out, until their ass peaks.
Then the nut twisted its tail, and they were desperate beyond understanding.
She was a great torturer and had a lot of patience, which was a virtue she had to spare.
What was left of conscience and intelligence, made them beg to stop.
Now, sitting watching desperate spirits, she questioned them.
- Then. - Said Zariel . - And now. - Said. - What made you become what you are?
- She asked.
He hoped that now, they would be conscious of responding.
- What motivates them to be better? - She asked.
- I never wanted to be a hero. - Bruce said of the main land, that at first was the general thought.
Everyone there, they were practically induced to that, they never wanted to become who they were.
- The only reason I was who I was, why I became Batman, was the fact that I wanted to protect people. - Said.
That was the general thinking and the original principle.
They have been well conditioned now.
Now, I liked it, they were better behaved, nothing better than torture for millennia in the afterlife.
- That what happened to me was the fact that it didn't happen to others.
- What has changed? - Zariel asked .
- My world has become extinct. - They said ...
There were millions of versions, yours that died in countless historical periods, killed in attacks.
Invasions of aliens, slavery of lands and planets, planetary invasions, domination, worldwide.
Crazy villain conquering the world, for that, it was more than thirty versions of you, of alternative realities.
Luthor with his plans won the cosmic lottery of plans for world domination, mass destruction and plans to kill aliens.
Luthor chased countless worlds over countless versions of Superman.
Their countless versions died in these occurrences.
End time plans, sacrifices, and often the countless versions of Bruce Wayne, were chosen as the ultimate sacrifice.
Demons who came to bring the end of humanity, Trigon , and so many other gods and demons.
Sorcerers, enemies of the gods, from Wonder Woman.
Former allies who have become villains and even monsters that destroy humanity.
Secret organizations that came to try to conquer the world.
Dead in parallel worlds stricken by disease.
Countless versions, their dead in world wars.
Beyond mass extinction.
Global extinction, there were countless, end times, apocalypse, plagues, spells, magic, antichrist.
Atomic wars, to the detriment of countless worlds, overtaken by radiation.
Well, all the worlds of each of them, went to the bag.
What was left was their skeletons and sometimes not even that.
Overall, they had empty worlds that she was supposed to harvest, and she couldn't because she was Bruce Wayne's nanny throughout the multiverse, her work was piling up.
So, if she convinced them, she could use them to do that, instead of her.
After all, it's called delegating a function.
They didn't need to know that they were using them to do their job, that would be more comfortable, at least for her.
She was accumulating a lot of energy with the constant restarts and the end times that went nowhere.
All of them in general, who were there, died, in a battle, in the final battle, and in the extinction of their world.
Sometimes they simply died in battle, and the world eventually came to an end.
I was killed. - They said each one.
Yes, that's right, this is a side effect of mortality. - Said Zariel .
Now, we know that death is not the end of everything, just of the material.
- And the crime does not end with his death. - Said Zariel .
The end of time continues, it is hard work. - Said Zariel .
It was in the face, they had resentment, pending issues, and a whole wave of regrets, and failures in their lives.
There was not a single one left without regrets, if you put two together it would not be enough.
Bunch of losers and resenters.
Imbeciles and easily manipulated through their desires and egos.
Sometimes fear, who could say what would come first.
- You are a bunch of losers, who have not managed to conquer and solve anything, nor the powers to defend themselves.
Some of them out of every ten of them, were killed by Superman.
Five out of four were killed by a member of the justice league.
Seven out of ten versions were murdered by Wonder Woman.
Each league hero took more than two turns to kill a version of Bruce Wayne.
I was betrayed by an ally, more than five versions of you, in some reality or period of time
I was betrayed by a friend, in just over five versions, his, by a friend he betrayed him.
One in three were forced to help, defeated and subdued, and in the end, killed ...
- Because I had no powers to protect myself.
- I didn't have the strength to defend myself.
It was the lenga-lenga, and she was getting sick of this shit.
Damn, crying babies.
- I didn't have the strength to save.
He had something in common.
They were a myriad of clichés and failures.
- The same goes for me, what made me become what I am today was to kill the Joker . - Said. - It was gas. - Bruce said of the land 22
- And then? - She asked.
- Later? - She asked.
- What is the fun of several destroyed worlds? - She asked.
- My wish is to bring the ruin, there are several ways to bring it.
- I am chaos. - He said. - And the darkness. - Said.
- Chaos needs balance, good must coexist with evil. - Said Zariel . - There must be a balance to maintain power. - Said Zariel .
- I wish, death as madness, the same madness as the Joker , the same way he did for me. - Said.
- What's funny about that? - He asked.
- What fun is it to torture us? - Questioned several of them.
- An hour gets tired, and there comes a time that we need to move on. - She said. - You can't continue the same way. - Said. - I don't want to dedicate my existence to torturing indefinitely. - She said.
- Now I ask. - She said. - What's the use of bringing the nightmares of a dark multiverse to the world? - He asked. - If in the end there is nothing to follow, what happens next? - She asked.
- Later...? - Repeated.
- Destruction by destruction, to reach an end. - She said. - And then? - She asked. - What would happen when you killed everything, and nothing was left. - Said. - Because if they continue, when it comes to an end. - She said. - It would be nothing. - She said.
- Did you like the nothingness of infinity? - He asked. - It was fun? - She asked.
Collective response ... - No.
- This is senseless madness that does not bring grace. - Said.
- I like the game to last. - Said Zariel .
- So, tell me a grace? - He questioned angrily.
- I'll show you. - Said.
- It has lessons that must be repeated. - Said Zariel . - And they cost to learn. - She said.
Again only for a time, she sent them separated into infinite white cubes of canvas for a time relative to oblivion without being able to get out of there just to be fair, she sent them into a dark and infinite immensity without beginning and without end.
They came back screaming madly.
- Did you like it? - She asked.
The collective despair of the word does not, loud and clear, to have no confusion and no misunderstanding.
- The one that happens when the universe ends. - Said.
- So let's continue. - Said Zariel .
- What is a criminal's worst nightmare and curse? She asked.
- Of course, ignoring the darkness and the white. - Said.
- To die. - Said Batman from Earth 22.
- He being arrested and my image, he is superstitious. - Said another.
- At least you learned. - Said Zariel .
- Nobody wants to be alone in the middle of the infinite nothingness. - They said.
"No." said Zariel .
- No...? - Repeated.
- Let's be creative, boys. - Said Zariel .
- The biggest fear of a bully was that his victim will fight back. - Said Zariel . - The biggest fear of a murderer was that his victim will come back to haunt him. - Said Zariel .
- Like a ghost? - Questioned another.
- Better. - Said Zariel , a zombie, or even alive chasing him.
- Come on, see a fantasy world, where in reality, you are a fairy, beautiful, in this fantasy world, nightmares become real and eat the fairy at the end of your life.
The murders return to pursue those who killed him, torture him at night and release them by day. - Said Zariel .
- What is the biggest fear of Superman and Wonder Woman?
- To die...?
- Kryptonite.? - Tried another one.
- Let's forget about kryptonite, let's be creative. - Said Zariel .
- I want more cheer. - Said Zariel .
- Get out of control? - Questioned another.
- Without her. - Said Zariel .
- I have an idea. - Said Zariel .
- Say. - It was said together.
The greatest weakness of Wonder Woman is the fact that she is a woman, take away all her powers, she will become an old woman, do this with all the Amazons, and you sent her to an asylum. - Said Zariel .
In the end, they would be old, in addition to loneliness, the fact of being taken out of their sisters' coexistence, not being able to return to their island, their touch brings death to their sisters.
Boys, we have many ages to do all of this. - Said Zariel .
- Time is what we have left. - She said.
- And we have plenty of worlds. - Said Zariel .
What unites the justice league, and loneliness, without them, would not be able to live with another human being, rejected, full of psychological problems, unable to live in society, some of them, or even family, are unable to get emotionally involved .
They were not even able to have a life outside the league, their powers were what bestowed them with social life, without them.
They are a bunch of losers, whom no one can put up with, nor are they accepted by most people.
They don't have sociable lives, they found their sociable lives the moment they formed the justice league. - Said Zariel .
Apart from the justice league and their secret identities, they are zeros on the left, without sociable life, and without the ability to make friends, if it weren't for the super powers, they would never meet or socialize. - Said.
Aside from the fact that Superman is who he is, he is nothing more than a failed shit who is a Midwestern Kansas hick, and a reporter with no social life, the only thing he did get married was that Lois found out who he is, if it weren't for that, he would be single today. - Said Zariel .
They are incompatible, set fire to that woman that she would betray Superman.
Wonder Woman, if she takes away her powers, she becomes an old woman, with no connection to magic, revealing her true age.
Being deprived of the fact that she could never touch her feet on the island again, not be able to touch anyone who will fall in love, not have the right to find love, if she is forced to fight until the end of time, without ever stop.
The biggest fear of Superman like the fact that each member of the justice league, was the fact that they were unable to socialize normally with other people, apart from loneliness, fear of being alone, never being able to find a Kryptonian of his kind.
The last son of Krypton, wandering for eternity as the immortal man, alien and last son of Krypton, never grow old, never die, his touch brought pain to his wife, and after two children could not more if it touches, because it would bring the pain.