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The holographic recording of Jor-El had faded minutes ago, but its echo still hung in the air, lingering in Bruce's mind like a whisper that refused to die. He turned toward the cave's shadowed depths, where the giant penny and dinosaur loomed there.
"Clark's not going to like this…"
Bruce reached for the console again, typing swiftly cataloguing, mapping, tracing. The coordinates Jor-El had left were already being cross-referenced. Kryptonian code, dense and layered. To anyone else, incomprehensible. But to Batman it was a challenge.
A few seconds later, the computer spoke again:
"Signal pattern detected. Planetary readings… unknown solar source. Possible Kryptonian activity."
Bruce stared at the display.
He narrowed his eyes.
"There he is."
"It seems he was sent on another pod," he said under his breath. "Same design as Kal's… but older."
He enlarged a projection of two blueprints side by side. Both were unmistakably Kryptonian. One bore Kal-El's signature crystal lattice; the other, more angular, armored, forged for endurance rather than comfort. It was meant to survive a harsher journey far, far longer.
He isolated the timestamp embedded in the Kryptonian calendar system and translated it. His jaw tightened when he saw the result.
"Launched before Krypton's fall… sent first before Clark..."
The data streamed faster now, as though it could sense his urgency. He found the trajectory logs, the interstellar drift patterns, even the radiation signatures of the ship's propulsion.
A crimson line traced itself across the star map from Krypton's system to a remote, nearly forgotten sector of the galaxy. A planet blinked into view, surrounded by strange gravitational fields, used to orbit a small yellow sun.
The Batcomputer's AI chimed softly:
"Destination confirmed. Planetary classification: unregistered. Atmospheric readings compatible with Kryptonian physiology."
Bruce leaned closer, the reflection of alien stars shimmering across his face.
He zoomed in on the planet cold, distant, scarred by what looked like massive tectonic fractures. And there, hidden within a canyon's shadow, was a faint Kryptonian energy signature.
"Of course…"
His voice was quiet, but there was weight in it the realization that he was staring at something Clark had no idea existed.
He sat back, eyes locked on the glowing red dot pulsing in the dark.
"Jor-El didn't just send a son away from Krypton," he murmured. "He sent a weapon first."
For a moment, he said nothing more. Just stood there, the enormity of it all settling over him. A secret predating Superman. A ghost from a dead world still echoing across the stars.
The detective in him wanted to keep it. Study it. Understand it before anyone else did especially before Superman did. But the man… the one who had fought beside Clark, bled beside him, trusted him, knew better.
He stared at the blinking red light for a long time. Then exhaled through his nose.
"As much as I want to keep this for myself…" he said quietly, almost regretfully, "Clark needs to know about this.. and quickly."
He tapped a key, and the Batcomputer began compiling a secure data package encrypted with layers that only Superman's Fortress systems could decode.
As the file transferred, Bruce turned away from the computer, cape sweeping behind him.
"Jor-El," he muttered. "What a mess we have to clean up now..."
The Batcomputer beeped once, message ready for transmission.
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KRYPTONIAN MOTHERSHIP - DEEP SPACE
The vastness of space stretched endlessly beyond the glass of the command chamber. Within the heart of the ship, its interior a cathedral of Kryptonian steel and technology, two figures stood side by side before a massive containment field.
Inside, Kara Zor-El, frozen in stasis. Her body was motionless, her golden hair drifting in zero gravity. The pale blue light bathing her form flickered faintly against the cold faces of General Zod and H'El.
H'El's red cloak swayed softly behind him as he studied her. His eyes, crystalline, cold and burning with memory, narrowed.
"So, she was also a traitor," he said at last, his voice deep and calm, every word carrying both disdain and curiosity. "The House of El has always been a loyal one. And you're telling me my little brother, Kal…".. he paused, almost tasting the name "lives on that small blue planet, blissfully ignorant of who he is? Of what we are?"
Zod's expression was unreadable, but there was a faint bitterness in the curl of his mouth.
"Yes," Zod said. "Kal-El lives as an Earthling. He carries the crest of your House, yet he honors it with none of Krypton's pride. He hides behind human sentiment and calls it morality."
H'El glanced at him from the corner of his eye.
"You sound disappointed, General."
Zod's jaw tightened.
"Disappointed?" he echoed, stepping closer to the frozen Kara. "No. I am insulted. Jor-El died a hero. I fought for Krypton's survival, as he did. And we were both cast as villains for it. We both paid the price for a dying world's arrogance."
His reflection glinted off the stasis glass.
"But Krypton is gone," he said finally, voice lowering into something that resembled resolve or madness. "We are all that remains."
There was silence between them for a time. The sound of the engines filled the void, vibrating through the deck.
H'El clasped his hands behind his back and turned to face Zod fully. His gaze was sharp and regal.
"I agreed to your proposal, General Zod," he said, his tone even, but carrying a warning. "But understand this, I do not serve you. I serve Krypton and the House of El, I will not march beneath your command or chant your cause."
He began to pace slowly, his eyes flicking to the stars beyond the viewport.
"Before Krypton's end, our father gave me a purpose, to safeguard its knowledge, its history, and its legacy. All of it. Kara and Kal-El," he said with a faint smirk, "is part of that legacy, whether I like it or not. I will speak to him myself first."
He turned suddenly, eyes glowing faintly red.
"And if what you've told me is false... if Kal-El is not the naive, broken son you claim him to be... then I will see you as an enemy once more, General."
Zod did not flinch beneath the weight of his words. He met H'El's stare like a man staring into a storm he refused to fear.
"That will not happen," Zod said coldly. "Because I do not lie. My only deception is survival."
He looked again toward Kara, still encased in light.
"My goal is simple, to restore Krypton. To rebuild what was stolen from us. And she," he said, gesturing toward her frozen form, "stood in the way of that. Kal will do the same."
H'El's expression was unreadable, but his silence was enough.
Zod took a measured step toward him.
"You were preserving that world, an old outpost," Zod said. "The old machine, the World Terraforming Engine.. you've been keeping it safe there, haven't you?"
For a long moment, H'El said nothing. But his silence was an answer of its own.
Zod smirked slightly, satisfaction flashing in his eyes.
"Then we will put it to use," he said. "And you, H'El, will help us do it. Not as my subordinate, but as one who understands the burden of being a survivor from Krypton."
Without waiting for a response, Zod turned sharply. The great steel doors of the chamber hissed open, the red light spilling into the corridor beyond.
"Prepare a new destination," Zod ordered. "Earth."
He stepped out. The door sealed shut behind him with a mechanical growl.
Jax-Ur who was watching from a distance, the godlike silhouette of H'El, who still stood before Kara's containment cell, unmoving. Left the room alongside his General.
Jax swallowed, glancing nervously toward the sealed door before speaking in a hushed voice.
"General… is this truly wise?" he asked. "If he learns the truth, if he ever realizes that he's just a clo.."
Zod's voice, sharp and commanding, cut him off mid-word even as he walked.
"Careful, Jax-Ur."
The older scientist flinched.
"He might not hear us through the hull," Zod continued, "but do not tempt fate. Say nothing more."
He turned his head slightly, his tone lowering.
"H'El is powerful beyond comprehension. Jor-El's greatest creation.. and his greatest sin. We will use that power while we can… until the day we no longer need it."
Jax-Ur lowered his gaze in submission.
H'El, motionless, eyes fixed on Kara Zor-El's sleeping form. His gaze softened for only a moment.
"Brother," he murmured to himself, almost inaudible. "I can't wait to see what kind of man you've become."
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