Wyvern, Reaver, & MARK I are original characters of mine, all other personas & locations are copyright DC Comics & their creators.
Sanction of Omega: Precursor to the Dark Dragon of Justice.
"PURSUIT CRAFT IS CLOSING FAST. WEAPONS AND COUNTERMEASURES HAVE BEEN RENDERED INOPERABLE. RECOMMENDATION: INITIATE MULTIVERSAL WORMHOLE EVENT WITHIN THE NEXT THIRTY SECONDS."
"Damn you CJ, why can't you just die?"
"THE WYVERN'S GENETIC HERITAGE MAKES THAT REQUEST HIGHLY IMPROB-"
"I know damnit! Just get us out of here. With any luck he'll be trapped in what's left of this place with all he deserves, nothing!"
As Reaver nursed the engines of his crippled craft he saw that the window for evading his pursuer was closing. All his plans had worked out flawlessly until he came along. Just because of who his parents were every single one of those heroes fawned over his as if he was the best & greatest. His best chance at killing CJ had resulted in tragedy, the woman he loved was dead. She'd sacrificed herself to save him... to save her precious Wyvern. "Arrogant bastard never knew how she felt. Never even felt the same about her... why did he get her affection. It should have been me!"
"THE COLLECTED LIFE ENERGIES HAVE BEEN PROCESSED AND THE EMISSION MATRIX IS AT FORTY FIVE PERCENT POWER. WE WILL BREACH THE MULTIVERSAL BARRIER IN APPROXIMATELY THREE STANDARD MINUTES."
Upon the bridge of the pursuing craft the main control chair was occupied by a lone figure in onyx black armor. His helm lay on a smaller seat next to his command chair & his ice blue eyes were fixed on the battered craft that held the individual that had taken everything. "Looks like he's on his last legs Wyvern, should we finish it?" Wyvern's face betrayed no emotion as he spoke in a deep, but, flat tone. "No, we are too close to his craft to ensure we will be clear of the detonation of the emission matrix."
"So, he plans on doing it for real?"
The words had faded from the screen when Wyvern saw the beginnings of the final plan of his prey. "Yes Deus, it would appear that he is desperate enough to attempt to pass through an unstable singularity in order to escape me."
"We're not going to follow him are we?"
Despite it being a second generation computer he'd integrated with the main operating system of the ship there were times Wyvern felt like Deus was a real person. He chalked that up to the fact that he was now alone in the universe. He recalled the horror that encroached unbidden into his mind on every occasion that he visited his families graves, finding his family after they had been tortured & murdered by Reaver and MARK I had changed him. He'd undergone an extreme change when he'd thought his parents dead in his younger days. Many in the Justice League & his own team had thought the change, not long after he'd gotten the armor he now wore, was his attempt at growing up & moving out of his father's shadow. As the memories were forcefully banished from his mind Wyvern rose & picked up his helmet. "Maintain current course heading, I will be in the garden."
After a brief pause Wyvern set his helm down on the recently vacated command chair. Any who saw the helm would marvel at it's elegant ferocity. Hephaestus had forged the armor to take the appearance of any fearsome beast the wearer chose. CJ had chosen the dragon after his childhood fascination with the creatures he's developed while studying across China, Japan, & Okinawa. The horns on the helm swept back starting just behind the temples and tapering to wicked points half a foot past the back of the skull while lines on the helmet gave the appearance of scales running from the bridge of the nose all the way down the neck. The front of the helm was no less unnerving as the metal gave the appearance of bone ridges around the eyes and cheek areas leading down the jaw line, which appeared to be lined with rows of fangs that would sit just in front of his lips. The masterful forging done by the smith-god had allowed two critical areas, the eyes & mouth, to move with CJ's facial expressions. (Though his eyes were never that expressive the moving jaw tended to add a far more menacing air to his persona.) As he made his way to his destination his cape billowed out behind him, while appearing to be made of a sturdy material it actually had a much more interesting origin than anyone knew. As the light reflected off the metal of his armor the sections that appeared as rigid plates around most of his joints & rose towards his chest cast dancing reflections on the corridor walls. Above the scale plates was the dragon skull he'd adopted as his symbol, it's crown of horns forming a jagged & vicious W that sat in the center of his chest. At his forearms were what appeared to be bone crests that protruded just behind his wrists & ran down to his elbows with a forward facing extension that formed a rough pentagon shape on the back of his hands. His knees & ankles were encased with metal reinforcements that offered outcroppings that, while appearing more blunted than the crest at his elbows, were very useful in striking.
With his full armor the young man seemed every inch the image of the mystical beast he portrayed. As he stopped in the doorway he looked at the gravestones he'd placed there to mark where his families ashes rested. "And so, the final act of this tale is writ." His gaze lingered on the two largest stones & the names held therein: Bruce Wayne, loving husband & father. Diana Wayne, loving wife & mother. "Wyvern, they actually managed to do it, the singularity is there & waiting." As he turned away an unspoken vow was made. He returned to his command chair & retrieved his helm. "Maintain course Deus, if he attempts to wreak havoc upon another world I will do all in my power to stop him."
"But, we have the ability to negate the Threshold Event Horizon."
"No, we do not know what would occur in that scenario. I refuse to deal with hypothetical situations at this point, we go on."
"CJ, this is insane."
As he placed his helm back upon his head, almost feeling the magic of the separate pieces sealing themselves into one seamless suit of armor, he spoke. "Christian Jason Wayne died along with his family Deus. I am The Wyvern." As he followed Reaver through the breach in the Multiversal barrier Wyvern had no idea of the events he would be thrust into once he reached to other side, all he knew was that, one way or another, Reaver's deranged rivalry with him would end.