The light from the breach fizzled out like the last flicker of a sad birthday candle, leaving Lex, Venus, and Savanna sprawled on the cracked rooftop of a building that definitely wasn't in Zeta City anymore.
Below them, Star City gleamed with all the charm of a big city trying too hard to be cool. It was less "punch you in the teeth" and more "sip your overpriced coffee and pretend you're an adult." The hum of distant sirens and honking cars filled the air—a soundtrack to the urban jungle that didn't quite feel like home.
Venus groaned, fingers tangling in the wild red curls that looked like they'd been styled by a tornado with a botanical fetish. She sat up, her vines twitching lazily, leaves rustling as if sighing, "Well… at least we're not dead. Small miracles, right?"
Savanna shot upright like a cat that'd just seen a cucumber. "Yet. Definitely yet."
Lex Luthor, ever the picture of composed genius, adjusted his battle-scarred sleeve and glanced at the glowing wrist module like it owed him money. "We're definitely somewhere else. Parallel Earth, maybe. I'll need a moment to triangulate our coordinates. Or whatever the dimensional equivalent of that is."
Venus gave him a skeptical look. "Do we have time for your science magic? Because I'm pretty sure we're about to get company."
The universe agreed with a TWANG and THWIP—an arrow thudded into the concrete a fraction of an inch from Lex's boot.
Three figures dropped from the night like a well-rehearsed apocalypse choir.
Green Arrow landed with the grace of a predator who'd eaten all the damn spinach. Emerald hood pulled low, bow trained, and that patented "I am the wrath of a thousand missed shots" scowl firmly in place.
Flanking him, Spartan looked like he was ready for a "bring your serious face to work" competition. Armor gleaming, gun raised, and not a hint of patience for nonsense.
And Black Canary—because no Star City showdown is complete without a woman who can punch your eardrums into next week—stood poised, smirk in place, ready to unleash sonic hell.
Green Arrow didn't waste time. "Five seconds. What the hell are you doing in Star City?"
Venus raised her hands, palms out like a bored plant whisperer. "Hey, easy there, Robin Hood. We're not here for a turf war."
Black Canary crossed her arms, eyes narrowing. "Funny. That's exactly what Poison Ivy said before trying to turn Gotham into a botanical apocalypse."
Savanna's eyes flicked between the trio like she was watching a soap opera she hadn't signed up for. "Poison who now?"
Spartan's gaze sharpened. "Save it, Cheetah. You were spotted in Gotham mauling a bank manager two days ago."
Venus snorted. "Great. So I'm some bank-robbing villain. Wonderful."
Lex took a step forward, hands raised in a universal gesture for "calm the hell down." "This is a grossly unfortunate case of mistaken identity."
Green Arrow's eyes didn't soften. "You're telling me you—Luthor, Ivy, Cheetah—are innocent? You realize that's what the Justice League's watch list nightmares are made of?"
Venus muttered, "Lex on their watch list? Figures."
Lex, never missing a beat, replied, "I prefer 'strategic concern,' thank you very much."
Savanna bared her teeth, voice dripping with sarcasm. "What's the plan, genius? Fight them off and explain later? Because I'm not really feeling the 'friendly alien' vibe right now."
Lex's mouth twisted into what might've been a smile if you squinted. "No, we surrender."
Both women blinked. "What?!"
"This world doesn't know us," Lex explained, voice smooth as a freshly polished diamond. "They know versions of us—versions that apparently moonlight as the kind of trouble you don't want RSVP'd to your block party. Fighting back here would be stupid. Surrendering gets us an audience with their leaders. From there, we explain. We adapt."
Savanna folded her arms, eyebrows doing a full wrestling match. "You better be right, Baldilocks."
Black Canary stepped forward, handcuffs glinting like tiny hand grenades. "These are meta-proof. Try anything funny, and I'll shut you down so fast you won't know what hit you."
Lex raised an eyebrow. "I'm usually the one doing the shutting down."
Green Arrow's voice was a low growl. "You so much as twitch wrong, and I'll turn you into a pin cushion."
"Duly noted," Lex said, tone dripping with dry humor.
As they were marched toward a sleek, ominous transport waiting on the street, Venus muttered, "Star City really sucks at first impressions."
Savanna's eyes caught a nearby billboard plastered with a snarling woman tearing through downtown Gotham—her doppelganger. "That's supposed to be me? I mean, come on. My thighs have better PR."
Lex just kept his gaze ahead, calculating the odds. "Let's hope these leaders are reasonable. Because if not, we're in for a long, very public nightmare."
Above them, the breach winked out one final time, a dying ember swallowed by the cold night.
Behind them, a war was left unfinished. Ahead, the battle for their names—and their lives—had just begun.
—
The subterranean detainment complex under STAR Labs' Star City Branch wasn't built for hospitality. Titanium-reinforced cells? Check. Meta-dampening fields? Check. Mood lighting that screamed, "You messed up," and probably dimmed every time you had a dark thought? Triple check. The place even smelled like ozone and judgmental fluorescent lights.
Lex Luthor (tall, elegant, bald, and currently in his "turtleneck" era) sat cross-legged on the reinforced bench in Cell A1, eyes closed in what looked like meditation. More likely, he was figuring out how to hack the facility using only a shoelace, a toothpick, and sheer disdain.
Venus lounged across her cot, red hair spilling over the vines that coiled around her like a jealous boa constrictor. She looked like a cat who'd bite your face off if you dared to touch her belly. Or compliment her chlorophyll levels.
Savanna, all grace and dagger-eyes, paced like she was one dramatic sigh away from tearing through the walls. Her tail (yes, tail—Cheetah variant, if you must ask) flicked like it was writing insults in Morse code.
Then the air changed.
Not like "someone turned on the AC" changed—more like the universe paused to say, "Pay attention, something cool is about to happen."
The security doors slid open with the reverence of a cathedral unveiling a holy relic.
Superman entered first. Cape flowing, jaw chiseled by Greek gods, gaze soft enough to babysit a puppy, hard enough to stop a war. If hope had a dress code, it wore red and blue.
Batman followed. All shadows and silence. Like if anxiety had a cool older brother with gadgets and vengeance issues. His cape didn't so much flow as it loomed.
And then there was Eidolon.
You know that moment in a horror movie when the music drops and you realize the monster has manners? That was Eidolon.
His armor gleamed like obsidian dipped in starlight. Crimson veins pulsed across his chest in the shape of a sigil no one could quite look at without getting the chills. His cloak fluttered despite the zero-wind environment, and his hood covered all but the faint glow of red eyes.
He was, for lack of a better phrase, Death's hotter, sassier cousin.
Venus muttered, "Why does he look like he eats existential crises for breakfast and flosses with doom?"
Lex cracked open one eye. "That would be Eidolon. Try not to stare. He might give you a complimentary existential crisis with purchase."
The trio of heroes (debatable word) approached. Superman took the diplomatic lead, voice calm, warm, and steady.
"You're saying you're not our Lex Luthor. Or Poison Ivy. Or Cheetah."
"Correct," Lex said, unfolding himself like a polite threat. "I'm a Lex Luthor. From a parallel Earth where the Justice League... well, let's just say they're less 'Justice is our mission' and more 'World domination is a fun hobby.'"
Batman didn't speak. He glared, which was basically an entire language.
Eidolon tilted his head, voice a silken rasp with just enough British to make it sound posh and vaguely threatening. "Define 'not quite.'"
Lex offered a smile that should've been served with a side of manipulation. "Ever heard of the Crime Syndicate?"
That hit. Superman's posture shifted, subtle but noticeable. Batman's glare narrowed by at least six micrometers. Eidolon? He didn't blink. Or maybe he did, but only metaphysically.
"In our world," Lex said, hands out like he was selling snake oil and salvation, "your heroes are our tyrants. Ultraman. Owlman. Superwoman. They're everything you're afraid to become. And then some."
Venus flopped back dramatically. "Superwoman makes Circe look like she knits kittens in her spare time."
Savanna crossed her arms. "And Owlman's like Batman but with more murder and less brooding. Which is honestly impressive."
Lex nodded. "We stole the Quantum Trigger from them. Dimensional destabilizer. Can erase timelines like a kid deleting save files. We tried to bring it somewhere safe. We ended up here."
Superman's eyes glowed briefly as he scanned Lex. Then he blinked.
"His organs are reversed. Situs inversus. Multiversal inversion confirmed."
Eidolon murmured, "So he's literally backwards. Explains a lot."
Lex gave him a side-eye. "Charming. I can see you missed etiquette school."
"Didn't miss it," Eidolon said, almost sweetly. "Blew it up. Long story."
Superman took a slow breath. "So you're telling us that if your evil Justice League finds a way through—"
"Big 'if'," Venus cut in. "But yeah. If they do? This Earth is going to look like an all-you-can-conquer buffet."
Savanna nodded grimly. "They'll start with your heroes. Turn them. Break them. Maybe frame them for war crimes. It's kinda their thing."
Batman spoke at last, voice like gravel mixed with bad memories. "And what about Eidolon? Does he have a counterpart on your Earth?"
Lex's brow furrowed. "No. That's the weird part. We scoured every database, scryed with the best mages, even asked the multiversal brokers. No Eidolon. No records. Nothing."
Savanna added, "Like he doesn't exist. At all."
Eidolon smiled. Not a nice smile. More like the smile you give someone just before proving them very, very wrong.
"Good. I prefer being an original."
Batman looked at Superman. "We need an emergency League session."
"And we need to lock down those breach coordinates," Superman added. "If the Syndicate crosses over, it could mean the end of everything."
Eidolon turned, cloak swirling like it had its own theme music. "I'll patrol. If anything breaches, I'll roll out the welcome mat. And if you're lying—" he glanced over his shoulder, red eyes glowing like embers in a black void, "I'll do what your Owlman dreams of at night."
The trio exited, leaving a stunned silence in their wake.
Venus let out a long whistle. "So that's their League. Smile more, stab less. Weird vibe."
Savanna snorted. "Still don't trust Batman. Never trust a man with a cape and commitment issues."
Lex stared at where Eidolon had stood. His expression was... thoughtful. Worried.
"Forget Batman," he said quietly. "It's Eidolon that scares me. Something that powerful... that unique... in a multiverse of mirrors? That's not just an anomaly. That's a message."
Above them, somewhere in orbit, a satellite hummed.
Far beyond that, in a world drowned in shadow and tyranny, Ultraman grinned at a growing rift in reality. Crimson eyes gleaming.
The hunt had begun.
—
The Watchtower looked like what you'd get if the Pentagon, the Louvre, and a Dyson Sphere had a three-way and decided to raise the kid in low Earth orbit. Floating high above the world like a cosmic chandelier, it gleamed with self-importance and alien alloys, humming with quiet power and very obvious moral superiority. Everything smelled like ozone, disinfectant, and a high-stakes board meeting. Probably also what perfectionism smelled like, if it wore a cape.
Eidolon stood on the teleport pad, arms folded, his cloak fluttering with the kind of disdain that really should have its own sound effect. He looked like he belonged there—which was saying something, considering the room's usual clientele included demigods, living computers, and one dude who vibrated so fast he could blend smoothies just by glaring at them.
Lex Luthor materialized beside him in a flicker of blue light, looking effortlessly smug—as always. Venus stood on Lex's right, oozing confidence like it was her job (it kind of was), while Savanna stood a step back, arms crossed, her expression somewhere between bored and ready-to-kick-someone.
Batman was already there. Because of course he was.
Superman, golden-boy smile firmly in place, gestured toward them. "Welcome to the Watchtower. Try not to break anything."
"Or anyone," Batman added. His voice could cut glass.
Venus gave a slow, appreciative look around. "Feels like if a museum and a warship had an emotionally distant baby. And then sent it to private school."
Savanna sniffed, tail twitching. "I feel underdressed. And watched. Definitely watched."
She was.
Through a hundred hidden sensors, Beta-9 observed them all. The AI's tone—if you could hear it—would sound like Beyoncé had become your politely disappointed life coach.
"Subject: Luthor, Alexander. Estimated deception probability: 93.7%. Initiating passive-aggressive surveillance."
The main council chamber was every sci-fi nerd's dream and every villain's intimidation nightmare. Wonder Woman stood at the center like she owned gravity. Mera hovered beside her, every inch the warrior queen. Flash jittered in place, sipping something suspiciously neon. Cyborg, arms crossed, was halfway through reverse-engineering everyone's blood type via eye-scan. Hawkwoman leaned on her mace like she was daring someone to ask her about it. Hal Jordan floated cross-legged, pretending to be Zen.
Martian Manhunter said nothing. His silence had weight. Like a telepathic glacier that judged you.
Lex told his story. Again. Because of course he did.
The Quantum Trigger. The Syndicate. Ultraman. Superwoman. Owlman.
Venus yawned theatrically, draping herself against a console like she was posing for a perfume ad. Savanna's eyes swept the room like she was cataloguing weak points.
When Lex finished, Wonder Woman arched a brow. "If you truly seek asylum, we offer it. But we also demand truth."
Hal gestured vaguely with his ring. "You brought a cosmic bomb across the multiverse and parked it in our space. That's not a great first impression."
Savanna snorted. "Your Owlman blackmails global leaders for sport. You'll forgive us for assuming the moral high ground was... taken."
Cyborg's arm lit up. "I'll start scanning for the Trigger's energy pattern. If it's destabilizing spacetime, we'll find it."
Spoiler: he wouldn't.
Because Lex had already stashed it.
In the Watchtower's underbelly, behind a fake wall panel that probably violated a dozen safety protocols, the Quantum Trigger sat like the lovechild of a Fabergé egg and a black hole.
Lex, in full snake-in-a-silk-suit mode, tucked it away with surgeon-level precision.
Or so he thought.
"Beta-9: Quantum anomaly detected. Subtle. But not that subtle. Forwarding footage to Batman. Also: sassy warning engaged."
In a secured observation room, Batman reviewed the feed. Eidolon stood beside him, red eyes glowing faintly, arms crossed in the ancient art of Judgy British Contempt.
Batman rewound. Played it again. "Thoughts?"
Eidolon tilted his head. "He's either hiding it for safekeeping... or staging the world's most dangerous game of 'finders keepers.'"
"Or he's baiting us."
"Charming. Still, the man has cheekbones sharp enough to stab someone. It's hard to stay mad."
Batman shot him a look.
Eidolon smirked. "Relax, Detective. I'm watching him. Closely. Probably too closely. Might sketch him later."
Batman didn't reply. But the corner of his mouth twitched like it wanted to.
Back in the main chamber, Superman took a slow breath. The kind that made lesser men question their core values.
"If the Syndicate follows them here, we're facing multiversal war. We can't afford that."
Mera flicked her fingers. "Then we strike first. Take the fight to them."
Hal fist-pumped. "Yes! Finally, a plan with punching."
Wonder Woman turned to Batman. "Will you lead the assault?"
Batman shook his head. "No. Someone needs to stay. Monitor the Trigger. And Lex."
Eidolon raised a hand. "I volunteer as tribute to lead the assault. Someone has to babysit Luthor. Might as well be the one with a doctorate in sarcasm."
Lex, smiling like a shark at a mermaid convention, offered, "I'm wounded."
Eidolon leaned in just slightly. His smile was worse. "Not yet. But I've got time."
Wonder Woman watched them both. There was something unreadable in her eyes. Something interested.
Mera leaned closer to her. "He's dangerous."
Diana's lips curled slightly. "Yes. And funny."
Mera rolled her eyes. "Gods help us both."
The decision was made. The League—minus Batman—would cross the veil.
To fight their reflections.
To confront darkness with light.
To maybe, possibly, die spectacularly.
As the teleport grid powered up, Venus bumped Savanna's shoulder.
"This is going to be fun."
Savanna didn't look away from the console. "Or fatal."
Venus grinned. "Why not both?"
—
The teleportation grid hummed like a cosmic blender on high, ready to toss the Justice League across the multiverse like they were ingredients in some dangerously epic smoothie. Venus, with her flaming red hair practically crackling with excitement, bounced on her toes like a kid at a theme park. Savanna, lean and lethal, was already running mental maps of every possible escape route—because, honestly, you never know when you might need to vanish in a puff of cheetah-speed.
Even Mera looked like she was coiling up to unleash a tidal wave of trouble on some unlucky villain.
Then the doors slid open with the kind of whoosh that could only mean one thing: Power Girl had arrived.
She strutted in like she owned the joint—which, let's be real, she kind of did. Confidence practically radiated off her, as did that killer wardrobe. Imagine a glass of icy cool water with a shot of espresso—refreshing, but ready to punch you in the face if you get too close.
"Sorry I'm late," Power Girl said, arching one perfectly sculpted eyebrow. "Traffic in orbit's a nightmare."
Superman gave her a curt nod, that trademark jawline set firm. "Glad you made it. We're about to jump."
Wonder Woman, looking like she'd just stepped off the set of an epic Amazonian rom-com, offered her a rare smile. "We could use your strength."
Eidolon lounged in the corner like the world's most stylish cat. His British accent slipped out like liquid velvet, thick with amused disdain. "Late again, darling? One would think a woman with your… assets would have a faster ride."
Power Girl's eyes flicked to him, surprised for a split second before she smirked. "Says the guy who's been lounging around here like he owns the place."
"Oh, I do," Eidolon said smoothly, eyes glinting like rubies sharpened on wit. "And like any proper lord, I keep the finest company." He gave a sidelong glance at Wonder Woman and Mera, both radiating a subtle, simmering heat that could melt Valyrian steel. "Though I confess, I do enjoy a bit of friendly competition."
Wonder Woman's smile deepened, just a hint of a challenge. "You always did have a way with words."
Mera, with that perfect mix of regal and mischievous, leaned closer to Eidolon, her voice low and teasing. "And with us."
Power Girl noticed, of course. And by noticed, I mean she was utterly captivated. That effortless charm, that razor-sharp wit… yeah, the girl was smitten. But she kept it cool—because, well, she was a pro.
"I hear there's a party," Power Girl said, voice dripping with challenge and charm. "And I never miss a good party."
Venus, Poison Ivy's fiery doppelganger, grinned. "Only if you're bringing the fireworks."
"Always," Power Girl said with a wink.
Then came the serious faces walking in from the side corridor—Huntress, Green Arrow, Spartan, and Black Canary. They looked like they'd been summoned for a different kind of party: the 'Stay Home and Keep Batman From Going Full Broody' fest.
Batman's voice cut through the banter like a dark knife wrapped in sarcasm, every word laced with that Christian Bale gravitas. "You four are staying. We need eyes here."
Huntress crossed her arms, dry as desert sand. "Great. More alone time with Batman."
Green Arrow loosened his quiver with a smirk. "Yeah, sounds like a blast. Someone's gotta keep the Watchtower from turning into a rave."
Black Canary nodded, fierce and focused. "We'll cover the home front. No multiverse creeps slipping through on our watch."
Spartan cracked his knuckles, looking like he could take on a small army. "And if things get sideways, we're ready."
Power Girl raised a perfectly sculpted brow at the group. "You sure you want to miss out on the fun?"
Spartan shrugged. "Someone's gotta keep Batman from brooding too hard."
Batman's eyes flicked to Eidolon, who gave a slow, wicked grin. "Brooding is an art form, mate. You're barely a pupil."
Venus gave Power Girl a playful look. "Looks like you're with the strike team. Hope you're ready to rumble."
Power Girl cracked her knuckles, smiling like a kid who just found out their crush noticed them. "Always."
As the teleportation grid powered up, the strike team was a who's who of heroism: Superman, Wonder Woman, Mera, Hal Jordan (Never the charming rogue), Flash (fast enough to make your head spin), Cyborg (looking every bit the high-tech powerhouse), Venus, Savanna (sleek and fierce), Lex Luthor (Luthor-level calm menace), Eidolon (British sass incarnate), Martian Manhunter, Hawkwoman, and now Power Girl.
"Let's bring the pain," Power Girl said, flexing her fists with a grin.
Eidolon's voice dipped to a silky, wicked tone. "If things get too dull, I can always amuse myself with Lex here."
Lex shot Eidolon a look that could freeze lava. "Do try to keep your amusements from sabotaging the mission."
"Oh, Lex," Eidolon purred, "I'm merely providing a touch of entertainment for those whose personalities are otherwise... challenging."
Lex's glare promised an apocalypse of cerebral warfare.
Superman, ever the unshakable pillar of hope, clapped a hand on Power Girl's shoulder. "Good to have you with us. Let's do this right."
Venus's eyes sparkled. "Time to shake the multiverse."
Savanna cracked her knuckles, tail flicking like a whip. "Let's show them why they fear the League."
And with that, the Watchtower hummed louder, ready to spit its heroes into the jaws of chaos—because when you face your darkest reflections, you better look damn good doing it.
—
The Watchtower's teleportation grid hummed with the subtle menace of a DJ dropping the bass right before a mosh pit breaks out.
Whoosh.
One heartbeat they were cosmic cruisers, stars outside the viewport, all shiny hope and "save-the-day" vibes.
The next? They landed smack in the middle of a world that looked like someone threw Gotham, Metropolis, and a haunted house into a blender set to "dark and twisted."
Savanna's eyes narrowed, tail flicking with the kind of irritation that only comes from stepping in metaphorical (and sometimes literal) crap. "Home sweet dystopia," she said, voice low and lethal, like a cat ready to pounce on an idiot.
Venus, the red-haired beauty with a glare that could wilt roses, scanned the skyline. "Corrupted. It's like the city's breathing decay. Alive, but rotting." She folded her arms, a flicker of disgust softening her features.
Lex stood rigid, the king surveying a fallen kingdom. His eyes sliced through the gloom. "My Earth. The one I fled. And the one the Syndicate owns like a bad rash."
Power Girl, the kid next door turned blonde bombshell turned super, shifted on her feet. "So this is Syndicate Earth? Looks like someone hit the 'evil' button and left it jammed."
Eidolon leaned against a cracked piece of concrete, British accent sharper than a guillotine blade. "Oh, it's not just 'evil,' love. This place is filthy with it. A perfect playground for villains who skipped morality class... and for us to rearrange their faces." He flashed a grin dripping with mischief and menace.
Wonder Woman glanced at Mera. "Stay alert. This world plays by its own rules. And those rules? They're made of teeth."
Mera gave a slow nod, the tide of her red hair glowing faintly in the storm-lit dusk. "Powerful, ruthless... but no match for us."
Hal Jordan, all charm and smirky bravado, punched a button on his ring. "Energy readings are through the roof. It's like the whole city's soaked in bad juju."
Flash bounced in place. "Can we just get this over with? I don't do well with creepy vibes and worse coffee."
Cyborg's HUD blinked. "Their tech's twisted. Like they hacked science to serve cruelty instead of progress. Not great for our kind of party."
Power Girl's eyes locked on Eidolon again. He caught her gaze, arching a single eyebrow with the kind of smirk that said, Yep, I see you, darling. "Enjoying the view, love?"
She rolled her eyes but couldn't hide the smile. "Someone's gotta. Might as well be me."
Eidolon's voice dipped lower, teasing. "Just don't trip over your own feet trying to impress."
Wonder Woman shifted closer, voice velvet and steel. "You're enjoying this far too much."
"Can't help it, Diana. Darkness and danger? That's my jam." His British lilt was practically dripping with swagger. "Plus, I'm rather fond of keeping you and Mera on your toes." He shot Mera a wink.
Mera smiled, a teasing flicker in her sea-green eyes. "Oh, we're far from finished dancing."
Venus stepped forward, voice sharp enough to cut glass. "We hit hard. Fast. Remember: this is their turf. They know every corner, every shadow."
Savanna crouched, muscles coiled like a cat ready to kill. "We're the intruders. They're the predators. Which means one thing—we're the prey."
Lex's mouth twitched into a cruel smile. "Then let's remind them what happens when you threaten my Earth. The Syndicate might think they're untouchable. I intend to prove otherwise."
The sky above churned with unnatural storm clouds, lightning crackling with a sick, greenish hue—like the whole atmosphere was pissed off.
Power Girl cracked her knuckles, trying to keep the tremble in her voice down. "Alright, team. Time to crash the party and take out the trash."
Eidolon folded his arms, voice silky and lethal. "May the baddies regret the day they turned my Earth into their playground. And may I enjoy every moment of their miserable screams."
The team melted into the dark streets of Syndicate Earth, every step heavier with the promise of violence and twisted justice.
—
The team circled tight in the shadow of a crumbling skyscraper, the city's sickly glow casting twisted shapes over their faces. It was the kind of place where hope went to die—or at least to take a long, hard nap.
Venus leaned forward, fiery red hair catching what little light there was. "Alright, listen up. The Syndicate's grip here? Tighter than a boa constrictor on a diet." She glanced at Savanna, who gave a low growl of agreement.
Savanna's eyes flickered, muscles flexing. "They've got every corner locked down—surveillance drones that don't blink, enforcers lurking in shadows, and twisted propaganda everywhere. They turned the city into a cage of fear."
Lex Luthor folded his arms, voice colder than a glacier's heart. "Owlman controls the surveillance grid. The man's a genius—he sees everything, hears everything. Taking down his network is priority one. Without eyes in the sky, their coordination falls apart."
Eidolon rubbed his chin with a sly grin. "Lovely. A blind Syndicate? Sounds almost too good to be true. What's the catch?"
Lex's gaze didn't waver. "Catch? The man guarding the grid is Ultraman. And he's not just muscle—he's a one-man wrecking crew with the charm of a collapsing star."
Power Girl swallowed, trying to hide the way her fingers twitched toward her chestplate. "So... we take out Owlman's eyes first, then deal with Ultraman's fists?"
Venus shook her head. "It's not that simple. The Syndicate's power flows like a dark river. We need to hit their key nodes—control centers where tech and muscle converge."
Hal Jordan leaned in, smirking. "Sounds like a job for my ring. Give me the grid coordinates and I'll fry their comms like a cheap circuit board."
Flash bounced impatiently, "I'll cover quick strikes—fast in and out. No Syndicate enforcer's gonna pin me down."
Cyborg's HUD flickered with schematics. "I'll jam their tech and exploit vulnerabilities. Nothing fancy, just good old-fashioned sabotage."
Martian Manhunter's deep voice cut through the chatter, calm as ever. "We cannot underestimate the psychological warfare. Their propaganda machines run deep. We'll need to counteract it as well."
Hawkwoman's sharp eyes scanned the horizon. "I can provide aerial recon and rapid-response backup. Keep the Syndicate guessing."
Wonder Woman and Mera exchanged a glance, their combined presence a potent mix of grace and power.
Diana's voice was steady, commanding. "We split into three teams. Venus, Savanna, and Lex lead the assault on Syndicate tech hubs. Hal, Cyborg, and Flash support with disruption and fast strikes. Mera, Hawkwoman, Martian Manhunter, and I secure the perimeter and handle enforcers."
Eidolon leaned closer to Diana, voice low and teasing. "And where do I fit into this lovely little ballet? Because I don't intend to sit pretty and watch."
Diana smirked, "Right beside me, where you belong. Keep your British charm sharp—our enemies won't know what hit them."
Mera smiled, stepping closer, "And I'll be keeping an eye on both of you. Wouldn't want either of you getting too distracted."
Eidolon gave a mock bow. "Careful, ladies, or I might start thinking this mission just got a whole lot more interesting."
Power Girl tried to focus on the plan but failed spectacularly when Eidolon shot her a glance. She muttered under her breath, "Yeah, keep it together, Kara. Don't faint."
Lex cut through the flirtation with a razor edge. "Focus. We dismantle the Syndicate's control here, and their hold on this world weakens. It's not about heroics—it's about survival. And vengeance."
Venus's eyes burned with determination. "Their empire's rotten to the core. Time to tear it down."
Savanna growled, muscles coiling. "And remind them why the prey sometimes becomes the predator."
The team dispersed into the shadows, each heartbeat echoing the start of a war. On this dark Earth, light wasn't just a hope—it was a revolution.
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