Hunters of Justice: Elseworlds
Red Son
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Moscow, Russian Soviet Federative Socialist Republic, Union of Soviet Socialist Republics
October 1967
Premier Superman slowly walked through the hallowed halls of the Kremlin, his arms hanging by his side and his expression blank. A few workers who spotted him gave him a wide berth, not out of fear but simply respect. He barely acknowledged them with a halfhearted smile and nod before continuing on, finally ending up in his personal office.
Closing the door behind him, he gently walked over to the fireplace, noticing that it was empty. Grabbing a few logs from a nearby container, he placed them inside then ignited them with a quick flare of heat vision. As the flame burst to life, he stared deeply into it while at the same time acknowledging the hallowed ground he stood on. Here in the Kremlin, the seat of the USSR's power and authority, the lives of millions were affected each and every day by the decisions he and the Politburo made. Mostly himself, but that was a logical consequence of the reforms he had been making for the past twelve years. Reforms that were bringing the Soviet Union more and more in line with their communist ideals.
This was also the same room he deposed Joseph Stalin. If he looked hard enough, he could still see the faint scorch marks in the wooden panels of the walls where he used his heat vision on the cruel, hypocritical tyrant. After what he had seen and learned that day, Superman never regretted killing him. Still, the fact that he even had to take a human life in the first place was a tragedy, one that he had been forced to repeat on occasion afterwards. He never enjoyed doing it, and he had already tried to win the argument through policy and rhetoric over brute force, but sometimes action had to be taken to change the world.
As he listened across Moscow and beyond, he bore witness to the fruits of his labor. Unlike the West, the Soviet Union had eliminated poverty. The class distinctions between the rich and poor that plagued capitalistic society was nonexistent. Everyone had a job, everyone had a hobby, and more importantly, they were all happy.
Yet, despite all of his success, only now was he beginning to have doubts. All because of eight children that fell into his life two years ago.
August 1965
"How are they?" Wonder Woman asked as she looked over the eight children that fell from a portal in the sky. It had come completely out of the blue. One moment, she and Superman were conversing on the balcony of the Kremlin, her trying to offer advice in regard to various policies he wished to implement when a sonic boom echoed across Moscow. At first, they thought that tensions with the United States, which had been simmering ever since the end of the Great Patriotic War, had finally boiled over and they had launched a preemptive nuclear strike. That thought was quickly dashed when he and the Amazon noticed the white pulsating portal that was hanging above Moscow. They were both on the scene immediately, the Soviet Air Defense and Ground Forces mobilizing to evacuate civilians and contain whatever threat the portal spat out.
It had taken nearly half an hour for that threat to make itself known. During that time, Superman had begun to believe that perhaps Luthor had once again sent something his way to try and best him, much like Superior Man. Then a young child, a girl no older than sixteen, fell from the portal like a brick. He rushed to her aid immediately, grabbing her and seven others that fell after her. All were beaten and broken, suffering from bruises, burns, and broken bones. Superman barely had time to bring them to safety and order medical aid for them when something else arrived. He could only describe them as twisted facsimiles of nature, abominations that began attacking everything they saw.
Fifteen brave martyrs died protecting the people before they could be put down. Superman destroyed every last one of the abominations and the pool they sprung from, but that would be little recompense to the men's families. Once this was over, he would visit them personally, but now he had other matters to preside over.
"Broken bones, second degree burns, deep bruising," Superman noted as he looked them all over with his x-ray vision. A deep scowl crossed his face that would not leave, and his fists were clenched tightly in righteous anger. "They were beaten, Diana. Someone had the gall to harm children. The oldest among them is only eighteen years of age, barely even an adult."
"Who would do something like this?" Diana asked, her eyes widened. "What could have caused this?"
"I do not know," he admitted, shifting his gaze to look her in the eye, "but I have every intention of finding out."
The children awoke a few hours later, confused and scared at their new surroundings. A few doctors were injured trying to subdue them, but Superman and Wonder Woman were able to calm them down. Then another problem raised its ugly specter: they couldn't understand each other. The language the children spoke was unlike anything Superman or Wonder Woman knew, and combined the two of them knew well over a hundred. It was completely and utterly alien, but Superman knew he had to know how to understand them so that he could help them.
After weeks of constant work between himself and the children, they finally managed to create a translation. It was rough, at first, but he and Diana were able to smooth it out in nearly no time at all.
"What is your name, child?" Superman gently asked as he sat before a young girl dressed in a red and black skirt, a cup of steaming hot chocolate resting on a table in front of her. Beside her were the rest of her comrades, two boys and six girls in total. From how protective the blonde girl was of their youngest, he firmly believed they were family.
"Ruby," the girl finally answered after a moment. "My name is Ruby Rose."
"Ruby," Superman said, nodding with a smile. "That is a very lovely name. A strong and precious name, much like the gemstone. My name is Superman."
"Superman?" a girl with white hair asked, raising an eyebrow while remaining defensive. Expecting this response, Superman could only chuckle while shaking his head.
"It is the name my motherland gave me, and I carry it with pride," he admitted. "May I ask for yours?"
The girl studied him for a moment in suspicion, then said, "My name is Weiss Schnee."
"I'm Yang Xiao Long, Ruby's sister," the blonde girl introduced herself while also confirming Superman's suspicions. She then gestured towards the black haired girl sitting next to her. "This is my partner, Blake Belladonna."
The girl didn't say anything and only nodded, her feline ears twitching from nervousness. Superman couldn't help but admit that he was intrigued by those animalistic features and how they worked in conjunction with her normal, human ears, but he decided to save that question for another time. Then the blond boy cleared his throat, straightening himself in an effort to be polite.
"My name is Jaune Arc," he announced, gesturing to his side. "This is my partner, Pyrrha Nikos, and my teammates Nora Valkyrie and Lie Ren."
The other three nodded, but otherwise didn't say anything. From how he read Nora's body language, Superman could tell that this sullen demeanor was not a normal occurrence for the girl. Whatever had happened to them was traumatizing, and so with a soft, sad frown he leaned in.
"Who did this to you?" he gently asked, his face flush with concern. No further elaboration was needed, and the children looked at each other fearfully. Not because of him, but whatever it was that brought them harm. Finally, Ruby steeled her gaze and looked right at Superman.
"Not 'who.' What," Ruby replied, tightly clutching her skirt.
"What did this?" Superman asked, feeling incensed already.
"An alien machine that called itself 'Brainiac.'"
October 1967
The tale RWBY and JNPR had spun that day still haunted him. An entire planet filled with over a billion people, long suffering from the Grimm yet prospering in spite of it all, only to be cruelly snuffed out prematurely by an alien invader. Millions of innocent people, dead in an instant, and in one final act of cruelty, he destroyed the entire planet. Even after all this time, Superman couldn't wrap his head around it. Conquering a people was one thing, but destroying an entire homeland and making it uninhabitable was another. Were the United States and the Soviet Union to go to war, he wouldn't ever dare go that far. Wasn't their capitulation enough? But what was worse was how Brainiac didn't just destroy everything Remnant had ever built, he then turned around and stole their very cities and independence, storing them in bottles as a 'preservation.'
It made him sick to his stomach, yet at the same time he knew what he had to do. In one of the few examples he could think of where he and the United States worked cooperatively rather than competitively, Superman notified his geopolitical rivals of the threat Brainiac posed to the entire planet. Even Luthor worked with him for a time, developing weapons and strategies to protect themselves. But it didn't last.
November 1966
"Superman, I don't understand what happened. Everything was going so well," Ruby admitted as she, her team, JNPR and Superman stood in his office inside the Kremlin.
"What happened, Ruby, is unfortunate but something I expected," Superman replied, folding his arms behind his back and underneath his cape. He was staring out the window, looking across Moscow with a frown plastered across his face. "The United States and the Soviet Union have been locked in a Cold War for the past two decades. I had hoped that the threat of global annihilation would be enough to finally end it, but I was sadly mistaken."
"Maybe it would have had you agreed with what they wanted," Weiss pointed out, crossing her arms over her chest.
"Weiss, I was not about to allow American troops on Soviet soil," Superman said.
"I wasn't referring to the soldiers," Weiss retorted. The room grew quiet and Superman could only sigh. He had spent the past year with RWBY and JNPR, and had come to love and care for them deeply. Almost like they were his own children. They had trained together, consulted with each other, and above all else he helped them to heal from their wounds. Both physical and psychological. Yet, as with all children, some were more stubborn than others. In this case, it was Weiss. He suspected it stemmed from her previous life as the heiress to the Schnee Dust Company, but she was the most ideologically opposed to the communist ideals he espoused. Many an argument had formed because of that rift, and he doubted it would end anytime soon.
"Weiss, we've been over this," Superman started, turning around while bringing his arms to his side. "I'm trying to make the world a better place, and if the West is so desperate to stop that then I must act."
"You invaded South Vietnam and overthrew its democratically elected officials to install your supporters from North Vietnam," Weiss pointed out, narrowing her gaze.
"South Vietnam was not democratic," Superman insisted. "They were merely corrupt puppets of the United States who left their people in poverty while their leaders reaped the rewards, much like your own father. Thousands had already died on both sides in a pointless conflict, and by stepping in and reunifying the country, I prevented further bloodshed. It was not a choice I made lightly. A single death is a tragedy, but if I have to sacrifice three hundred to save millions, I'll do it."
"Shouldn't that choice have been theirs?" Weiss retorted. Superman could only sigh and shake his head, but before the argument could continue, Ruby stepped in-between them.
"We've been over this before, but right now we're supposed to be figuring out what to do about Brainiac, okay?" Ruby begged. Everyone stared at her, then Weiss huffed and nodded. Superman was appreciative of that. Ever since they arrived, Ruby had taken charge of the group, proved herself to be quite the effective leader. From time to time, they even spoke about the burdens of leadership and the weight they felt on their shoulders. Although Superman's burden was far greater than Ruby's, he had no doubt that eventually she would rise to a similar position.
If he had anything to say about it, at least. He wasn't planning on stepping down anytime soon, but eventually he felt that Ruby could be molded into a great leader for the people.
Seeing that the argument was cut off before it could fester, Ruby sighed and looked back at Superman. He was able to recognize the look of concern she gave him, and he sighed before gently placing his hand on her shoulder.
"I know that things have been hard for all of you ever since you arrived," he started, giving the teenagers a soft smile, "but I know that brighter days on are the horizon. Together, we can save the world. Both from Brainiac as well as problems native to Earth. Stay strong like you all have been, and we'll make it through this."
Ruby and the others looked up at him, and after a moment Ruby smiled and nodded. Superman's smile grew, then his attention shot to the window as he heard a commotion coming from the opposite side of Moscow. He didn't even need to see what was going on to know what was transpiring, and he scowled in disgust. RWBY and JNPR recognized the look on his face and frowned as well as they turned to face the window, clenching their fists in anger.
"Again? He sent them again?" Yang hissed, her eyes flashing red. Ruby furrowed her brow, then turned towards her sister and team.
"Let's move," she ordered, rushing out of the office towards their private rooms. At once, the other teenagers ran after her, fully prepared to change into their costumes and grab their weapons, but Weiss paused as she reached the door. Placing her hand on its frame, she turned her head to face him.
"Superman, I—" Weiss began, but he cut her off.
"I understand your concerns perfectly, Weiss," he said, walking up to her and beckoning her to join him as they went to rejoin the others. "Sometimes even I have doubts. But then I look upon the faces of my people and those I have liberated, and I feel like I am doing the right thing. Even if at the moment, it feels wrong."
Weiss was silent, then looked Superman in the eye. "At one point in time, my own people thought the same thing. That suppressing individuality and expression would lead to a utopia free from the Grimm. You're a good man, Superman. I don't doubt that, but I fear you're going to make the same mistakes Mantle did."
"I won't, Weiss," Superman assured her. Weiss stared up at him for a moment, then broke off and ran back to rejoin her team. Superman watched her go, turning back around to fly out towards the scene of the attack.
As he neared the scene, watching as brave soldiers fought alongside Wonder Woman against unnatural horrors, he was once again reminded of another reason why negotiations broke down. Superman had thought he destroyed all of the Grimm when RWBY and JNPR arrived, but as Wonder Woman wrestled against a Goliath, he was reminded once again that he was wrong. Luthor had apparently embedded agents within Moscow, agents that were able to smuggle samples out of the Soviet Union and to one of his many laboratories. Soon after, Grimm attacks across communist states ensued, aiming to inflict instability and delegitimize him.
With each and every outbreak, innocent people died. That infuriated him more than anything else, and admittedly had been one of the reasons why he authorized the invasion of South Vietnam. One of Luthor's bases was tracked to the country, and he personally oversaw its destruction. Still, he forced himself not to dwell on the past as Superman instead focused on fighting alongside Wonder Woman against the Grimm. Soon, they were joined by RWBY and JNPR, wearing their combat suits. They looked almost identical to what they wore before, only their colors were replaced with reds and blacks. Emblazoned on each of their suits were hammers and sickles, and he felt a tinge of pride in his heart as they proudly carried that symbol of proletarian solidarity into battle.
He did, however, notice that they had added something to their suits. Layered underneath the Soviet insignia was their own individual symbols. Superman wondered if that had meant something, but as they all continued to fight the Grimm, he resolved to ask about it later.
October 1967
As it turned out, the additions had meant something, but he only recognized it now. They had been losing confidence in him, in his beliefs and actions, and the weaving of their sigils into their suits was meant as a symbol that they were still themselves. Not beholden to his whims. He never wanted to make them think that, but now it was too late. They were gone now, and there was nothing he could do to convince them to come back.
It was then that he heard the door open, and a mechanical whine accompanied a pair of footsteps. He frowned, refusing to turn around and face the new arrival.
"Premier Superman, the children commandeered an AN-22 cargo plane and are nearing the border of Western Germany. They likely intend to defect," a mechanical voice reported. "Shall I scramble fighters to intercept?"
Superman barely gave it a thought before shaking his head, "Let them leave. I will not cause them any more harm than I already have."
"I believe that is an unwise course of action," the voice retorted. "They know state secrets, and if they were to share them with the United States it could severely diminish our strategic capabilities."
"Then we will adapt. We are not immovable monuments that crumble under the slightest pressure," Superman insisted, turning around to glare at the one thing he blamed most of all for what had transpired. The being stared back through its unblinking robotic eyes, its metallic skin serving to emphasize just how lifeless it really was. Three dots on its chest arranged in an upside down triangle formation completed the image, and he forced himself not to lash out right then and there.
"They are not to be harmed, Brainiac. Do you understand me?"
Brainiac paused for a moment, then without moving at all replied, "Of course, Premier. Will you require-?"
"No," Superman cut him off, staring him down while clenching his fist. Right then and there, he wanted nothing more than to drive his fist through its metallic skull, but he forced himself not to. It was one of the hardest decisions he had ever made.
"Leave me," he ordered, turning back around to stare back into the fire. Brainiac didn't say a word, instead walking out of the room as instructed. The only sound he made was the whirling of his joints. Even when the door closed behind Brainiac, Superman could still hear it, and he had to force himself to drown it out. It was then that he heard the whirling of propellers from a cargo plane, carrying eight passengers that he recognized easily.
"I wish it didn't end like this," Ruby said, her voice unsettled.
"Superman is a monster, Ruby," Weiss declared with no hesitation.
"I know, but it still hurts," Ruby admitted. That struck him harder than anything else, and a silent tear ran down his cheek as he remembered the last words they spoke to one another.
'Superman, what have you done?!' Yang had yelled at him.
'Yang, I know you're upset. But—'
'No! No 'buts' this time! I could handle the heavy-handedness. I could justify the invasions! I could even see why you chose to reprogram Brainiac instead of just killing him! But turning people into brainwashed drones is simply evil!'
'They were dissidents and terrorists who wanted to subvert the state. Hinder our communist ideals. By implanting Brainiac's technology in them, they were converted to productive, happy citizens without killing them or sending them to the gulags. It was mercy,' Superman had tried to defend himself, but the teenagers were not convinced in the slightest.
'There are ways to do that without brainwashing!' Blake hissed, her fists clenched. 'What you did wasn't mercy, it was cruelty!'
'It doesn't matter if they were actually terrorists or merely spoke out against you. No one deserves that!' Weiss shouted.
Superman had breathed in deeply, then replied, 'I know how this looks. But trust me, I—'
'Trust? You want us to trust you, now?' Jaune asked, shaking his head. 'How can we do that when we don't even know what you plan to do with the captured cities? Hell, they're still in bottles right now!'
'Only because Brainiac's technology doesn't work that way,' Superman insisted. 'You heard what it said, and I reprogramed him not to lie.'
'Oh, there's a million things I could say about that,' Nora retorted, leaning inward slightly, 'about how you trust that murderer over anyone else these days. How you've turned it into your closest advisor and haven't even noticed how its been pushing you closer and closer to becoming a tyrant. Or maybe you already were, I don't know anymore. And that scares me more than anything.'
Superman's eyes widened from hurt when Nora said that, but before he could retort, Ren added, 'Our people fought a world war for a decade over the right to express ourselves. For the right to choose our own destinies and not have it be dictated to them. Ever since we arrived on Earth, I always had misgivings over what you were doing, but I put up with them because I believed you were a good man. That you would save our people. But after what I've seen, I no longer believe that.'
'Ren, I wouldn't do that to your people. Once we figure out how to reverse the process and find suitable locations on Earth, I promise you all that I will put the remaining cities there.'
'Will you leave them alone afterwards?' Pyrrha asked. 'Will you let Vale, Atlas, Mistral, Vacuo, and all the other cities choose their own path, even if it aligns more with the West than you? Or will you try to 'liberate' them too?'
Superman didn't answer, which the teenagers took as his answer. Ruby then nodded, and gently said, 'We're leaving, Superman. I still believe you're a good man deep down, and I hope he returns one day. But I can't support you anymore. Not after this.'
Ruby was on the verge of tears, as were the others despite how angry they were, and one by one they turned around to leave. Superman, however, wasn't willing to let that happen, and in a quick burst of speed he appeared in front of them.
'No,' he demanded, shaking his head. 'I can't let you leave. Not until you understand. Human nature is cruel and dark, I've seen it firsthand. Not just in the West, but even here. The man who ruled the Soviet Union before me was a cruel, power hungry tyrant who only cared about accumulating power for himself. But even though I deposed him, Stalin was right about one thing: in order for man's darker nature to be quelled, it has to be tempered by a firm hand. It's the only way I can save the world from itself.'
Ruby was silent and looked down at her feet, then clenched her fists as her body began to shake in fury. 'A firm hand? That's what you think you're providing?'
She shot her head up to glare at him, sending Superman slightly aback. 'From where I'm standing, you're trying to 'save the world' through an iron fist! You would keep holding onto it tighter and tighter until everyone bends to your whims, whether they like it or not!'
'And the United States is better?' Superman asked. 'They are a nation on the verge of collapse. The US has refused any offers of aid, preferring to safeguard their individuality as the rest of the world joins the revolution. What has that brought them? Millions on the verge of starvation, millions without a home, social unrest bordering on outright civil war, the list goes on. They're even willing to elect Luthor to the Presidency, and you all know what kind of man he truly is! Is that the kind of world you want, a world where everyone is free to suffer?'
'Luthor is a monster. I'm not blind to that, and I would never follow him,' Ruby retorted, then turned her head to a podium at the side of the room, 'but at least he's not trying to keep the whole world trapped in a bottle.'
Any words that were on Superman's lips died. Slowly, he turned his head towards the podium, where he saw a glass bottle containing the shrunken city of Stalingrad. Next to it were other podiums containing Remnant's cities. The people inside were looking outward, his super vision allowing him to make out their expressions perfectly. Superman had stared at the city for what seemed like an eternity, and by the time he turned back to where RWBY and JNPR stood, they were gone.
Superman sighed as the memories left him. After they left, he wandered the city of Moscow for hours, disguising himself as a normal civilian just to be left alone. He had to admit, it was a comforting sensation, to feel like a normal man for once and not have to hold the world upon his shoulders. But it didn't last, and he had to return to the Kremlin alone.
Alone. That is what he was now, he supposed. RWBY and JPNR were gone, and even if Diana still stayed with him, he could see that each and every day she was losing faith in him as well. It was almost too much to bear, and part of him wanted to simply stop. But he couldn't. He had come too far now in his pursuit of a perfect world, come too close to fruition to stop. He had to keep going, even if he had to keep moving forward alone.
With cold determination, Superman turned around to walk out of the office. As he did, however, he paused at the sight of where he stored the rest of the cities beyond Stalingrad. To his surprise, only Stalingrad was left.
Ruby Rose stared into the bottled city of Vale she held gently in her arms. Leaving Superman, a man who she'd admired deeply, was the hardest thing she had ever done. But they had to do it. They could no longer support him. Part of her felt that he was beyond redemption, but Ruby refused to give up on him. Superman, for how tyrannical he had become since they arrived, was still a good man. He could still be redeemed, and she hoped that by leaving and taking their destinies into their own hands, they could grow into the people they needed to be to save him.
From inside the city, she was barely able to make out the face of Professor Ozpin looking up at her. If he was saying anything, Ruby couldn't hear him, but she recognized when he gently placed his hand on the dome and gave her a slow nod of approval. She nodded back, then stared out through the cockpit as Yang piloted them across the border.
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Hello, everyone! Here's a new Elseworlds for you all to enjoy! This one is based off of the famous Superman comic book, Superman: Red Son. It's considered to be one of the best Superman comics of all time, and I wanted to do a one-shot based around it for Hunters of Justice, focusing on the relationship between Premier Superman and RWBYJNPR.
Now, for the Q&A:
gordhanx: Yeah, we figured now was the best time to reveal it. I've actually been building to this moment ever since I revealed the contingencies were being made in the first place. Poison Ivy's inclusion also served that purpose. I really wanted to delve into the issue of trust here, and I'm glad it come across successfully.
JC: Understand that Jaune's role in the story, both canon and HoJ, is not to be the badass. He's the guy who makes others even more badass. The support, and he's perfectly fine with that. Will be get badass moments, as will the others? Yes, but he's not going to be the badass.
Anonymous: On the one hand, I'm glad that his version of the story is being shown. On the other hand, I do not have major hopes that it will be a substantial improvement over the original. I'll watch it, but I'm going to be realistic about it.
Vein Bloodborne: Yeah, the Multiverse is a really big thing in DC, and revealing it now will raise a lot of the questions for the heroes.
triscythe59: If I can find a way for them to fit the story, I will consider it. Other than that, I cannot say.
KRUSA1: I don't know enough about Amethyst Princess of Gemworld, so I cannot say that she'll be part of this story.
Guest (1): They'll be going to Atlantis eventually, but the next arc isn't a dedicated Aquaman arc. What it is will be revealed in the upcoming chapters.
HybridKing18: That will be revealed in due time.
Leofire312: Exactly. There are obvious holes in Brainiac's logic, and those holes are intentional. By giving him the Thanos treatment, I wanted to show that while he does have a point, he's gone so far to the point of madness. Madness that the heroes are able to recognize.
MadTitan9: That was how Brainiac got Doomsday well before the events of Chapter 1.
Steelran66: Yep. Thanos is one of my favorite comic villains of all time, and I wanted to emulate the depth he was given in the MCU for Hunters of Justice. And yeah, with the multiverse now revealed, a lot of doors just got opened up. Where that goes will be revealed in due time.
RadBman21: You're going to like next chapter, then.
hirshja: Thank you, I'm really glad that you liked the treatment of him. The way I see it, only a few DC villains truly raise to the level of pure evil. Darkseid, Anti-Monitor, Necron, etc. Brainiac isn't at that level, and I felt he would be more interesting this way. Hence why we gave him this motivation. As for his plans with Penny and Fria, that will be revealed in due time.
D. : Yep. Although the trust between RWBY, JNPR, and Batman was broken, it's not so broken that it can't be repaired in the future. That's what I wanted to emphasize here.
Jackalope89: Fria is the Winter Maiden from RWBY Volume 7. Also, Titans' Tower is still under construction, so that is out of the cards at the moment.
Shadowwolf of phantasms: That will come in due time, don't worry.
mellra: Yeah, it's going to take to take some time. And yeah, everything Brainiac does is based off of his twisted logic, explaining how he treats Cinder worse than Fria. Plus, Fria is part of a different experiment regarding Penny. As for Doctor Psycho, it was fun writing him. Can't say whether or not he'll appear again, but I had fun with Harley's Crew.
Guest (2): Exactly. I had a lot of fun writing this chapter, and the next one is going to be pretty neat.
captaindickscratcher: Roman's not a good man, I wanted to emphasize that. Still, he's not an idiot. He keeps his people fed enough to where they won't try to overthrow him, and a lot of his power comes from providing 'protection.' And yeah, Brainiac's not as 'evil' here. He's still evil, but he has nuance which is what I wanted t provide. As for Salem, what she's up to will be revealed in due time.
MadTitan9: I know people are upset about Arkos, but I am happy people understand why I did it. I didn't make that choice lightly.
Chaldea: Yes, that was Saturn Girl and she was referring to Brainiac-5.
SulliMike23: Exactly. Plus, the Justice Lords were exactly like the Justice League except for one variable that happened in their universe, which made it so horrifying to Batman and the Justice League. They weren't like the Regime from Injustice where the characters were so far different from the prime counterparts that they could be dismissed more easily.
Dark Mage Wyvern Lord: I do know about the Hellbat armor, but Project: HUNTER-BAT isn't that.
That's it for this time. Let us know what you all think and I hope you enjoy!