Boom
The Martian, phasing to counter Omen's own intangibility, suddenly appeared and delivered a heaven-shaking punch to Omen's face, breaking through his defense and sending him crashing toward the ground, forcing him out of his intangible state.
A golden lasso snapped through the air, aimed to bind him, but Omen landed smoothly, grabbed the lasso mid-swing, and yanked it with force, pulling Wonder Man off balance and hurling her straight into Superwoman.
Omen moved again, his body twisting just in time to dodge a speeding fist from the Flash, avoiding the strike by a fraction of a second.
Blasts fired from afar as Cyborg made his appearance, quickly joined by Shazam, who shot forward to strike Omen head-on.
Green Lantern arrived seconds later, accompanied by two other Lanterns, each wearing a ring that allowed their willpower to manifest into solid constructs.
Omen looked up calmly as a massive fist, formed from pure energy, came crashing down toward him, followed by a flurry of weapons, including swords and spears, all aimed to overwhelm him.
He glanced toward the horizon. In the distance, a helicopter hovered in the sky, camera rolling, broadcasting everything to the world.
Seeing the camera in the distance, Omen grinned—then made his move. His fist shot forward, shattering the construct with ease, before he rocketed toward the three Green Lanterns. Energy blasts rained down on him from all directions, but he powered through them without hesitation.
He grabbed the blonde-haired Lantern first, slamming her into the dark-skinned Lantern with brutal force, then turned and kicked the ginger-haired Lantern straight down into the ground with enough force to leave a crater.
All three were powerful. And all three were taken down in seconds. Omen didn't stop there.
He seized the blonde Lantern again and ripped the ring-bearing finger from her hand, drawing a piercing scream from her throat. The power ring attempted to resist, forming barriers and lashes to protect its bearer, but it was no match for Omen's overwhelming force.
He ripped the ring away, holding it in his hand. Before he could equip it, however, a lightning-covered fist slammed toward him—Shazam, charging with full force.
But it was a mistake. Omen calmly raised the injured Lantern's body, placing her in the path of the blow.
The fist struck with full force, driving the Lantern's head into Omen's armored chest, crushing it instantly. Brain matter, an eyeball, and shattered bone splattered across Shazam, leaving her frozen in horror.
"N-No…" Shazam stammered, her voice barely above a whisper.
He had thought Omen's guard was down. Omen hadn't even been looking at him—he had been focused on the ring, calmly preparing to wear it.
How had he reacted so perfectly? How had he done that without even looking?
Val Jordan, the first Green Lantern to join the Justice League, was dead. One of the best among the Lanterns—a trusted ally and a cornerstone of the League—was gone in an instant.
"You killed your ally. A friend. Someone who trusted you with their life," Omen said, his voice calm and venomous beneath the armor.
"You're no different than me. I bet you've wanted to do this your whole life." His grin couldn't be seen through the black helm, but it was there—sharp, twisted, and full of malice.
Shazam held her head, trembling. Omen's words felt laced with something unnatural, an unseen force that made them cut deeper than they should have, sinking into his heart like poison.
Tears streamed down his face as guilt overwhelmed him. But before it could consume her entirely, a voice snapped her back to reality.
"Enough!" the dark-skinned Lantern, Joan, roared—her rage exploding in a wave of raw willpower that slammed into Omen, sending him flying backward.
Val's body, which had been pinned against Omen's armor, broke free and began to fall—but Joan caught it with both hands, her expression full of pain as she looked down at her fallen friend. A dear friend… now gone.
Omen didn't care. He simply watched with quiet curiosity as Joan's body began to glow, the light around her steadily intensifying.
She was pouring every ounce of her willpower into Val, desperately trying to bring her back. And somehow, without a word exchanged, everyone stopped. No one attacked. No one moved. Their attention was locked on the growing light.
Slowly, the glow began to fade. When it vanished, Val's once-crushed head was whole again. Her chest rose. Her heart had started beating once more.
Joan smiled weakly, relief washing over her as she saw that it had worked. Then her eyes rolled back, and she collapsed on the spot.
At that same moment, Joan's Lantern ring shimmered—then crumbled into dust, disappearing from this world entirely. He had sacrificed his role as a Lantern to bring Val back, something she wasn't even sure was possible.
But she tried. And it worked. The ginger-haired Lantern didn't hesitate. She flew in quickly, catching both of them in her arms before lifting off, racing to get them to safety.
"Well, that was fun," Omen said with a smirk, suddenly reappearing in front of Shazam. "But let's continue our fun."
Shazam's pupils shrank in alarm, but before she could react, Omen grabbed her by the face. In the blink of an eye, he vanished, moving so fast he reappeared in front of one of the weakened, skinless survivors below.
Boom.
Shazam's body was slammed into the frail figure, causing it to explode on contact, showering her in blood. Her eyes widened in pure horror.
Omen was prepared to repeat the act, but the rest of the Justice League finally closed in. Acting together, they launched a coordinated assault, overwhelming Omen with their combined strength before he could do any more damage.
The world watched in stunned silence as the full force of the Justice League descended. Hawkman and Hawkgirl, Red Tornado, Firestorm, Aquawoman, Captain Atom—the list went on. Every hero available joined the fight. The entire might of the Justice League clashed with Omen.
And one by one… they fell. Omen didn't bother killing them anymore. He didn't need to. What he wanted now was their screams.
He shattered limbs, twisted bodies, and used the broken forms of heroes to slaughter children and countless others. It was a sight torn straight from a nightmare.
Doctor Fate appeared, joined by Zatara and several other powerful mystics. Together, they launched a desperate effort to banish Omen to another dimension. But Omen only laughed at their attempts.
Every time they succeeded in banishing him, he reappeared moments later. They sealed him? He came back.
What confused them even more was the fact that the versions of Omen they had sealed or banished were still where they had been left. That's when the truth hit them.
Omen was using clones. And the realization left them horrified, they had only been dealing with a clone this whole time.
"Haha!" Laughter filled the air as hundreds of Omens appeared, surrounding the battlefield from every angle.
The hearts of the Justice League members sank. How couldn't they? But they were the Justice League, they had to fight. They launched forward in unison, but the true body was already moving, rocketing straight toward Superwoman.
The impact of his punch sent her flying, crashing through the air. Before she could recover, Omen appeared in front of her once more and slammed her straight into the ground, driving her down into the underground, where the lights of a speeding train flickered in the distance.
Omen wasted no time. He held Superwoman's body in place as the underground train sped toward them. The collision was horrific—there was pain, but neither of them was thrown aside.
Instead, the train split around them. Superwoman's limbs, rigid under Omen's grip, tore through the passengers like blades, cutting down countless innocent lives in an instant.
"Y-You!" Superwoman roared, her voice shaking with rage and heart ache. The telepathic grip Omen had on her mind shattered as her fury exploded.
Without hesitation, she unleashed her full power in a single devastating punch—one that sent Omen rocketing out of the Earth's atmosphere and straight into outer space.
Omen's armor shattered on impact, and blood sprayed from his mouth as the force sent shockwaves through his body.
Before he could stabilize himself, Superwoman appeared—moving at the speed of light—her fist burning with pure rage as she slammed it into his faceplate, shattering it instantly. She moved in for another strike. But her fist passed through him.
Omen had phased.
Before she could react, a surge of lightning exploded from his body, engulfing her in a violent shock that tore through her nerves, forcing a scream of pain from her throat. But she endured it.
Gritting her teeth, she pushed forward and drove her fist into Omen's face with another heaven-shaking blow. Omen responded with his own strike. And Superwoman returned it just as fiercely.
The two exchanged blow after blow, fists colliding in rapid succession—but Superwoman was falling behind. No matter how hard she fought, she was losing.
At the end of the day, she was holding back. Because she had to.
She couldn't kill Omen—because if she did, he'd gain her powers. And then… everything would be lost.
Omen's fist slammed her into the moon's surface, shaking its crust as a deep crater formed beneath her. Superwoman gritted her teeth, pain surging through her body as she tried to rise. But Omen landed atop her, standing over her in silence. He looked into her eyes and smiled.
Seeing the rage, pain, unease, hope, and hesitation in her eyes, Omen let out a soft sigh. Then, without resistance, he linked their minds.
"You're so strong," he said quietly. "Even while holding back."
He reached down, gently brushing the hair from her face. "Just throw me into the sun."
"Not when you're still fighting," Superwoman said, her voice steady. Omen's smile faltered slightly.
"I'm not fighting my urges," he replied. "I believe I'm free."
Superwoman's eyes narrowed. "Then why haven't you killed me?" she demanded. "Why didn't you kill a single member of the Justice League? Why haven't you put on that Lantern ring?"
Her voice rose with every word.
"Is this all some twisted game? Some attempt to mentally break us? Because to me, it feels like something else. It feels like a message—like you're telling us how dangerous you all. Like you're pushing us to give everything we've got to bring you down."
Omen said nothing. He was silent. Just for a moment.
"You might be right," Omen said with a quiet sigh, "but I can't stop now… this is who I am."
He turned his eyes away, refusing to meet her gaze. Because even now, after everything he'd done, she still looked at him with care. Even now, she still held hope for him.
This fool still believed he could be saved. And the more he thought about it, the more rage began to rise inside him. Before Superwoman could react, Omen floated upward—then shot back down like a missile, driving his knee into her stomach.
Without hesitation, he followed up, raining punches down upon her.
"Think, Superwoman—think! I'm a monster! What's with this nonsense about caring for me? I'm a monster!" Omen shouted, his voice filled with frustration and fury.
"There is hope," Superwoman said in a weak voice that struggled to come out.
Omen froze. Speechless. He was a monster—he knew it. There wasn't supposed to be hope for someone like him… and yet this fool still believed there was?
Yes, deep down, a part of him longed to go back to a time before he was killed. Yes, a part of him didn't want any of this.
But once he broke free of the chains of the world's morality, once he let those old ideals die, he started to become something else. Something darker. Something terrifying.
And what scared him most… was how right it felt. How restlessly excited it made him.
She had the power to end it all—yet she still chose to hold on to hope. That choice enraged him. With fury in his eyes, he hurled her toward Earth, fists still pounding her with every passing second.
Before long, Omen slammed Superwoman into the streets of Metropolis, burying her in concrete as a deep crater cracked beneath her broken form. She lay there, barely conscious—too tired, too beaten to move.
Omen slowly turned his gaze toward the battlefield, where the Justice League continued their desperate struggle against his clones. He recalled them all in an instant.
Then, shifting his attention skyward, he reached for the helicopter that had been broadcasting everything, pulling it toward him with ease.
His hand clamped around Louis Lane's neck. With his other hand, he took the microphone she had been using, raising it to his lips.
"Let him go!" Superwoman shouted, forcing herself to her feet, her eyes burning with heat and fury. But Omen saw something else—something beneath the rage.
There was fear in her eyes. And something about that fear… didn't sit right with him. He glanced at Louis Lane, then back at Superwoman—and a strange, bitter feeling began to take root in his chest. Jealousy.
He didn't like it. He didn't like how she looked at Louis. Didn't like the way she held someone else closer to her heart.
It made him feel like he wasn't important. Like, even now… no one truly cared for him.. With a flick of his wrist, Omen tossed Louis to the side, unsure of what to do with him—and unsure of why he even cared.
Then, turning to the helicopter, his eyes locked onto the terrified woman still recording the entire scene.
He smiled… but it wasn't a real smile as his mind was elsewhere, but the show must go on. He put on a wide, twisted smile. Because he knew the whole world was watching.
"It's an honor to make my appearance before the world," Omen said, his voice cheerful, sending chills down everyone's spine. "I bring forth a new era for all lifeforms across the universe."
With a flick of his hand, he used his telekinesis to drag Superwoman toward him. And before the eyes of the world, he made her scream. The sound echoed through every screen, leaving viewers frozen in horror.
Superwoman's cries filled the air, raw and relentless. And the louder she screamed, the wider Omen's twisted grin became—until it stretched nearly to his ears. His laughter followed, sharp and unsettling.
To him, her screams weren't just pain—they were a story. He could hear it all in her voice: the destruction of her home world, her arrival on Earth, and the path that led her to become who she was.
There was no deep mystery to Superwoman's life. She was taught to do the right thing—so she did. She chose to help, not because she had to, but because she wanted to. The same held true for Omen; she wanted to save Omen, for she didn't want what Omen was to be all he could be. She refused to believe that this was all Omen could be.
Even as Omen continued to torture her, Superwoman fought through the pain. She reached up with trembling hands, grabbing his wrist, locking eyes with him, searching for something… anything… that resembled the good still left in him.
And in that moment, Omen's joy began to fade. That twisted grin vanished, replaced by something unfamiliar—something uncomfortable.
"S-Stop this… Please." Superwoman whispered, her voice weak but sincere, once Omen stopped.
She collapsed forward, her body giving out—but before she could hit the ground, Omen gently caught her. At that same moment, the camera recording everything exploded, violently throwing the woman behind it back and leaving her badly injured.
But Omen didn't even glance in her direction. He didn't care.
"No matter what I do… you'd never give up on me," Omen said quietly, floating into the air with Superwoman cradled gently in his arms.
"So long as you keep fighting… I'll keep fighting," she replied, her voice barely above a whisper.
She was on the verge of passing out, but she held on—just enough to meet his gaze. Omen looked down at her. And after a long, silent moment… He gave her a kind smile.
"It's funny… You all keep reminding me of what I really am," Omen said, his voice low and steady. "I'm a monster—pure and simple. And yet…"
His eyes drifted toward Louis Lane, then back to Superwoman, this time with an evil smile, as he felt the strength slowly returning to her body under the sun's light.
Louis Lane watched with growing unease. That unease turned to disbelief when Superwoman, without a word, pulled Omen in—and kissed him.
Everyone on the ground stood frozen in shock. And that shock only deepened as the kiss grew more intense.
"What the fuck! That Slut" the Joker shouted, watching everything unfold on the screen from Gotham. In a fit of rage, she hurled the remote at the TV, shattering it.
Her face twisted with fury as she watched Omen and Superwoman locked in an embrace, fully immersed in their kiss. Her rage only deepened when she saw Omen's hands slipping down to play with Superwoman's butt—only stopping when Superwoman finally pushed him away.
"I'll keep my end of the deal," Omen said with a smile, his tone calm and confident.
Superwoman stood there trembling, rage boiling beneath her skin as she turned to glance at Louis, who was quietly crying, his face streaked with tears.
Then she looked back toward Omen… But he was already gone, having vanished into the sky, racing toward Gotham.
A few hours later, inside the Watchtower, the Justice League sat in silence, watching Superwoman, who sat slouched in a chair, her face buried in her hands. Not everyone was here, many were home licking their injuries, and others were too mently scared to show themselves.
"He wants to drive a wedge between you and Louis. He got jealous," Batwoman said calmly.
She was the only one without a cast or visible injuries, having stayed out of the battle that left nearly everyone else battered and broken.
"It's working," Superwoman admitted weakly, her voice barely holding together.
"The deal he offered… can it be trusted?" Flash asked, breaking the silence. Everyone turned to Batwoman, who remained calm, quietly analyzing, as if she knew exactly how Omen thought.
"I don't know," she admitted. "There's a real chance he only made that deal to pull you away from Louis."
Her eyes turned to Superwoman, whose expression didn't change. The deal itself was simple, disturbingly so.
One kiss, in exchange for Omen limiting his villainy to once a month. Giving them time, time to regroup, time to strategize, time to come up with a way to stop him for good.
Superwoman took the deal. What she hadn't expected… was that Omen's kiss would rival her own.
And worse, he had used telepathy to heighten her senses, amplifying the pleasure until it became overwhelming. For a brief moment, she lost herself in it, completely hooked.
But her willpower held strong. She broke free. Only… it was too late. Louis had seen everything.
Under normal circumstances, it might not have been such a big deal. But she had told Louis the truth—that she was Superwoman to prove she was serious about their relationship.
Now? How was she supposed to explain any of this? And worse… If she said the wrong thing—if she pushed Omen too far—there was no telling what he might do next.
"This is Omen's way of giving us time to prepare," Batwoman said, her tone sharp and focused. "I don't know who he'll target next—Luthor, Flash… or me."
She looked around the room, eyes locking with each member of the League. "We need to find a way to either seal his true body… or put him down for good."
Everyone nodded in agreement…
"You kissed her!" the Joker screamed, throwing Omen's clothes at him in a fit of rage.
Omen stood silently in front of her, his expression unreadable, showing no reaction as the clothes hit his chest and fell to the floor.
"I don't know why I did it…" Omen said, his voice heavy with guilt. "I wanted to hurt Superwoman, so I went after Louis. I didn't think it through. I didn't mean to cheat…"
"You're for the streets! Get out!" the Joker screamed, slamming a fist against his chest. "I didn't know you were such a slut!"
The blow landed, but Omen didn't flinch.
To Omen, it felt like betrayal stabbed the one person who accepted him for all his flaws. She had done nothing but support him, stood by him when no one else would. And the moment he got the chance… he cheated.
"GET OUT!" the Joker screamed, her voice cracking as the tears she could no longer hold back streamed down her face.
Omen opened his mouth to say something, but she didn't want to hear it. She had trusted him. They were so alike… twisted reflections of each other.
But that trust was gone now. And since she couldn't lock him in a basement and keep him for herself, she wanted him gone. Gone, and never coming back.
Omen said nothing. He quietly gathered his clothes. And then, without a word, took the long walk of shame… and left.
"I'm truly a monster… not even the Joker wants me," Omen muttered, letting out a deep, tired breath. "And now I have to wait a whole month before I can do anything again."
He stared into the distance, regret tightening in his chest. That kiss… it had been a mistake. It meant nothing.
Well, no, it had been magical… but it was pointless. He and Superwoman could never be a real thing.
He loved the Joker. And seeing her cry—seeing her hurt because of him—that pain cut deeper than anything. She deserved better. Not a mess like him. Not a slut like him.
(A/N: Females can sleep around all they want in this universe all they want. Funny thing is that it's females who have the problem of lasting longer than a minute, while males have evolved to last longer in bed. So, it's males who are normally unsatisfied, leading them to cheat and be shamed. Being shamed is far more of an insult in this universe than in our own because a male once horney has a harder time thinking with his head. So a slut also has the added insuit of being dumb, simiar to how female bondes are treated in our universe.}