Please forgive me for the very late update.
Jobs been taking up my time, then my laptop started to smell like burning plastic and Finally had a fever for the last few days, still does. I will be writing this fic until I die it seems. Of course, we will be taking a different direction.
Yes, you are going to get some Christian- inspirational Fiction, get ready for some mental health advice and spiritual growth to be shoved down your throats.
"For where your treasure is, there your heart will be also." Mathew 6:21
And Will be rewriting everything on this fic, Maybe.
Disappointment, it has been.
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Kara's figure materialized against the raging snowstorm.
She had received Batman's Alert, news of Superman's Capture and his plans to rescue him. He had asked them, The Justice League(She part-times), to prepare, be ready to fight an army of Kryptonians that will be released from the Phantom Zone.
And when She read it, one name came to her mind, Dru-Zod
Her eyes glowed with tamed anger as she forced open the fortress's door instead of using the comically massive key. The fortress hummed in resistance, its infant security system activating to stop the intruder and lock her out.
Many blasters pointed at her, Destructo-Bots appearing to neutralize the threat.
"Kara Zor-El," Kara spoke her name, her tone neutral.
The systems that were aiming for her head halted in its step, recognizing the intruder as one of the authorized. The System was designed to keep the outsiders from getting in, not the other way.
Kara pushed past the hovering destructo-bots and strode straight to where the Phantom Zone projector was located. All while, her eyes searched for the Phantom mummy who had stolen the Projector..
Her steps only halted when she arrived before the cracked Screen of the Phantom Zone and its Projector missing from the support. Her eyes narrowed, her rage nearly tipping over. But she pulled together.
'Never let anger control you' (Barda's words)
'Let anger strengthen you amidst pain' (Zion's)
Kara shifted her vision, going through the Elector-magnetic Spectrum to find any trace left by the intruder or the Projector. Her eyes found no trace until she looked to the subatomic levels. Traces of residual energies left by the Projector's core.
Her eyes lightened in hope, following the residual trace of the projector. She followed the trail through the Fortress, crossing chambers filled with Superman's trophies, Zoos for various creatures that Brainiac stored, and Shrunken cities.
Whoever the person was, they traversed through out the fortress, checking it all. Kara's steps hurried, the trail thinning. The traces completely disappeared when she returned to the fortress entrance.
It ended here, pointing into the storm of snow that rage and changed, washing away even the atomic traces.
Kara did not stop, she strode into the blizzard. Even if this storm covered the whole world, she will find that projector and bring Kal-El back. She will not lose her family again. She had lost one world, not another.
The blizzard raged around her, soft snow crunching under her steps, yet leaving no traces of her prints. Her vision obscured by the swirling snow, her sensitive ears assaulted by the grinding wind. Her breath cold, chill trying to seep into her skin.
Standing in it, she felt... almost human.
A presence.
Not like Clark.
Not like Zion.
This was familiar in the worst way.
A streak of movement from the side. Kara twisted just in time—
*Clank Crack*
A blade stabbed into her rips, shattering on impact with a spark of green. The Force of the stab send her skidding across the ice. Her feet dug into the ice as she steadied herself. Her eyes focused as she glared into the storm.
A silhouette emerged from the storm, stepping forward with a predatory grace.
A tall, armored figure.
Jet-black battle armor, adorned with Kryptonian insignias.
Faora Hu-Ul.
Kara's breath hitched.
Memeories rushing back.
The cages. The war. The screams.
Faora tilted her head slightly, her piercing gaze unwavering. "I expected this to end smoothly, but I don't mind a little scuffle."
Kara focused on the broken blade Faora was holding, its tip broken. "Big talk for someone who uses underhanded method."
"There is no rules in war," Faora didn't smile. She didn't smirk. Her expression remained as sharp as a blade. "Let's see how tough you are."
Kara's eyes narrowed. "This isn't the first time I have face you."
A beat of silence.
Then Faora moved.
A flurry of precision strikes, stabs and punches, came at Kara from all angles—targeting her joints, her center of gravity, her blind spots.
It was calculated. Natural and Ruthless.
Kara dodged most, deflected few more, and blocked less, keep well with Faora's speed.
A knee stuck her stomach.
A sharp stab to her face.
Kara caught the knee and slapped the stab away before grapping Faora by her throat and lifted her into the air.
Faora struggled, gripping Kara's wrist, stabbing at parts where her hands reached. But Kara's strength overwhelming, her suit impenetrable. The kryptonite blade cracking with each strike.
"This is not your fight," Kara said, her tone cold as the ice beneath them. "Surrender, and I shall show you mercy."
Faora snarled.
Her heat vision ignited, burning into Kara's arm.
Kara stared stone cold, her arms not flinching as the heat rose. Instead, she slammed Faora into the frozen ground, sending cracks of spider-webbing across the ice.
Faora gasped, the impact rattling her skull.
Kara wasn't like Superman.
Superman held back.
Kara never did, not with her enemies.
Faora coughed, rolling onto her knees, wiping the snow from her visor. "Mercy?" She spat, glaring up at Kara. "You think I need your mercy?"
Kara's gaze turned hotter.
Faora lunged.
And Kara was ready,
She ducked under the slash, twisting her body, pulling Faora in using her momentum. Her feet landed steady and her fist shot out like piston. Her fist crashed into Faora's ribcage, caving the armour and sending the warrior stumbling across the ice.
But Faora didn't fall.
Faora rushed forward, slamming a shoulder into Kara's chest and tackling across the ice. The two kryptonians tumbled, fists flying, the snowstorm raging around them.
Faora threw a punch, but Kara caught her wrist and flipped her over, slamming her hard into the ice.
The wind knocked out of her.
Kara pressed down on her throat, her knee digging into Kara's ribs.
"You are strong," Kara admitted. "But you are rusty. Unrefined in your new strengths."
Faora struggled, her vision reddening. The weight on her chest unbearable.
"Earth has made you soft," Faora answered, "The House of El was once great, but now it clings to human ideal—Idealism that will only halt Krypton's return."
"Krypton's dead," Kara tightened her grip, "So will Zod."
Faora's eyes burned.
Her heat vision blasted point-blank into Kara's face, burning straight through her helmet.
Kara reeled back by the sudden glare, allowing Faora just enough space to break free.
She sprung up, her fist crashing into Kara's jaw. The strike sent the younger Kryptonian skidding across the frozen wasteland, ice breaking beneath her boots.
Faora panted, her head ringing. Her sensitive earing blared, her eyes focused on everything. Her enhanced sense were going haywire.
"Concentrate," Kara advised. "Try to concentrate on one thing and attune all you sense." She walked toward the now kneeling Faora. Her footsteps distinct amidst the raging storm. "Focus on my voice, gather your attention toward me."
Faora slowly removed her hand from her ringing ears and looked up. Her expression unreadable.
Kara met her gaze, her lips curling into a smirk.
"Perhaps you are not as pathetic as I thought."
The storm raged on.
.
.
.
There was no time,
Nor direction,
Nor air,
Nor gravity.
Batman had walked for what felt like hours, maybe days—maybe even longer. In directions he had no idea about.
His suit's internal clock ticked to show only few minutes from the moment he stepped through the breach. His HUD scanned everything he gazed at, but it was useless here. The elements that made this plane reacted not with his scanners.
The ground beneath his boots was neither solid nor liquid, shifting between states like a mirage. The air—or lack thereof—was thick with an eerie silence, broken only by the distant, unnatural howls of creatures he could not see.
His sensors found nothing.
He moved cautiously. Every step felt heavier, as though the Zone itself resisted him.
Then he saw them.
A cluster of Figures in the distance, standing amidst jagged formations of floating rock. Some were gathered in groups, speaking in hushed, foreign tones. Other hung alone around them, their bodies locked in motionless stasis, as if they had turned to statues.
Kryptonians.
Phantom prisoners.
Batman crouched behind a fragmented spire, narrowing his eyes. Among them, he could recognize a few faces from Superman's files—traitors, warlords, criminals from Krypton's past. Imprisoned for their atrocities.
Quex-Ul
Nam-Ek
Dev-Em
The trio was deep in discussion, their expressions severe. Nam-Ek gestured toward the sky—or what passed as a sky here—while Others listened intently.
"Do you really think Zod would let us go after his plan is complete?"
"General Zod all ways keeps his words."
"But he is also a ruthless warlord."
"Either we stand beside him or we die. Worse we spend another eternity."
Batman's jaw tightened. If Zod is planning something, Superman's in danger. He should be nearby.
He turned, ready to move—
And froze.
Not from fear, but from the overwhelming presence looming behind him.
The very air itself felt heavier. The silence deepen than the depth of ocean, into somethin even more unnatural.
Batman turned completely, coming face to face with it.
He had seen it before.
A priority target sealed in Phantom Zone, never to be ever see the light of day again.
A being that was an amalgamation of Krypton's Nightmare.
An unstoppable beast.
Doomsday.
The monster floated aright, its body curled forward. Its enormous form barely distinguishable from the terrain. Bone-white spurs jutted from its massive shoulders and arms, jagged and cruel. Its breathing slow, deep, the sound of a low growl that rumbled through the endless void.
It was asleep.
Batman's every instinct screamed at him to move slowly, deliberately. Even his suit whitened to blend him with the colorless plane.
He stepped back
A pebble shifted beneath his boot.
The growl turned into a sharp inhale.
The Batman felt it before he saw it. The oppressive air thickened into raw malice, the temperature of the Phantom Zone somehow dropping further.
He turned.
Doomsday's eyes snapped open, glowing with dull red hue.
Run
The beast's body uncoiled like a spring, its hulking form rising to full height. The ground beneath it cracked from its sheer weight as it turned its gaze upon him.
Batman was already running.
BOOM.
The air exploded as Doomsday lunged forward, the impact of its charge sending a shockwave through the zone. Batman rolled out of the way, narrowly dodging the monstrous hand that obliterated the rock formation behind him.
He bolted.
Doomsday followed.
Batman wove between jagged outcroppings, pushing his suit's enhancements to the limit. The beast behind him was relentless, its sheer speed defying its size. Each of its steps shattered the very ground, sending debris flying in all directions.
Batman's mind raced. He couldn't fight it. He couldn't stop it.
He could only lead it.
Toward the Kryptonians.
Toward Enemies
He activated his suit's external comms, even though he knew it was pointless. "Superman—if you can hear me, wake the hell up."
"B..ru.ce" An unexpected answer came through the static.
A guttural roar from behind sent a shockwave through the air. Batman gritted his teeth.
He had to move faster.
Zod's Camp
Quex-Ul head snapped in their direction.
"What was that?" He asked, turning toward the distant echoes of destruction.
Dev-Em frowned. "Don't tell me."
Nam-Ek. "Shit! Who woke that thing up!."
Then the ground trembled.
The floating spires cracked.
And from the horizon, a shadowy figure sprinted toward them, followed by an unholy force of destruction.
Quex-Ul expression darkened. "What in Rao's name—"
Batman didn't slow down as he closed the distance.
They barely had time to process what was happening before Batman leapt toward tgen, planting both feet on Nam-Ek's chest and kicking off with all his strength.
Nam-Ek staggered backward. "You dare—"
And then Doomsday arrived.
The impact shook the landscape.
The Kryptonians barely had time to react before the beast crashed into them, scattering warriors like insects. Doomsday's roar was deafening, its red eyes scanning for its original target—
Batman was already off to the horizon, to save his prince.
With the static answer he received, his suit had already found Superman. Hidden deep behind the floating prisoners.
Superman hung in chains, his form weakened by the Phantom plane. His blue suit was torn, the red of his cape dull. He lifted his head sluggishly as Batman approached.
"Bruce… You are here?"
"No time for questions," Batman muttered, already working on the restraints. His gauntlet sparked as he forced the locks open. "We need to move."
Superman groaned as he regained his footing. "How did you?"
Batman didn't answer immediately. He turned, his eyes locking onto the chaos behind them.
Kryptonians and Doomsday.
The poisoners and the force of Destruction were battling it out. One trying to survive the onslaught while other tired to survive.
He smirked. "You know, Clark… I think I might have caused a bit of ruckus."
Superman's eyes widened. "Bruce—what did you do?"
Batman tossed him a knowing look. "You're welcome."
And then they ran.