We walked out of the meeting room and, yep, Lex was just standing there, hands behind his back like he didn't just drop a multiversal bomb on the League.
"I hope you've got a plan," Superman said, arms crossed.
"Trust me. I do," Lex replied calmly.
"Of course you do," I muttered. "Doesn't matter what Earth we're on—Lex Luthor always has a plan, huh?"
We were heading toward the teleporter room, but before we got there, Lex pulled out this weird-looking gun. It had spinning coils and pulsing lights, like something straight out of Rick and Morty.
"This will feel... strange," he said, "but you'll get over it quickly."
"Okay, why does everybody's teleport tech feel like getting tossed in a blender—"
Before I could finish, zap,we were gone.
My stomach flipped inside out, my armor buzzed like a live wire, and then—bam!—we landed in chaos.
A massive room, absolutely trashed. People were throwing stuff. Full-on riot mode.
"What the what?" I said, blinking.
Everyone in the room froze. Like, movie-level freeze-frame. Their eyes snapped to me, or, more specifically, the symbol on my shoulder.
"That's impossible," one man whispered. "He should be dead."
"How the hell are you alive?" said a woman in a tight black outfit, her hair in a long ponytail.
Then came a cold.
"That is not Dial. They're from a different Multiverse. Take them down," said a tall figure in an owl-themed suit.
Owlman. And judging by the angry ponytail chick? Superwoman.
The villains all surged forward like a wave of crazy.
"Welp, guess we're doing this," I muttered, activating the Omnitrix and slamming the dial.
"Feralstrike!"
My body shifted, leaner, faster, deadlier. Humanoid snow leopard, just like Tai Lung but with even sharper claws and no chill. I moved like lightning, tearing through the weaker villains with acrobatic kicks and precise strikes.
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Some dude with hammer hands came at me.
Bad move.
Pressure point strike. Down in seconds.
Then came another. And another. And another.
"Okay, time out! Why am I getting jumped?" I shouted mid-kick.
No answer. Everyone else was too busy with their own battles.
Superman was throwing hands with Power Woman. Wonder Woman had one of the big meta-brutes in a chokehold. Hawkgirl was mid-air, swinging away. It was chaos.
Then I noticed Flash starting to stumble, eyes glowing. He was getting mind-controlled.
"Oh, hell no."
I bolted through a crowd of brawling goons, weaved through punches, and knocked out the woman behind Flash with a solid roundhouse to the face.
He shook it off. "Thanks, man."
BOOM.
Everyone turned as Wonder Woman bodyslammed a massive bird creature into the ground. The thing glowed and shifted, transforming into a woman.
I blinked. "So… when the League goes camping, and Wonder Woman so happens to fight a bear, you guys help the Bear, right?"
"Pretty much," Flash replied without missing a beat.
Out of the corner of my eye, I spotted Owlman furiously typing on some high-tech terminal. My instincts kicked in, I bolted toward him, leapt, and cocked my fist back, aiming right for his smug face.
But somehow, he sensed me coming and dodged at the last second.
My punch missed him, but obliterated the computer, smashing through the console like paper. Sparks flew, screens cracked, and the whole thing went dead.
I turned around, expecting a counterattack—and there he was, calm as ever, holding a strange, alien-looking gun.
"OMNI! Get out of there, NOW!" Lex shouted, panic in his voice.
But it was already too late.
Owlman pulled the trigger.
Instead of a bullet, a strange pulse, a vibrating, high-frequency wave rippled through the air and washed over me. For a moment, the room fell dead silent. Every villain stopped fighting. All eyes were on me.
And then… nothing happened.
I blinked. Looked down at myself. Still standing. Still fine.
"…Was that supposed to do something?" I asked.
Lex and all the other villains look shocked. Owlman's expression cracked for the first time.
"How…?" Owlman muttered.
I calmly walked up to him, grabbed the weapon, crushed it in my hand, and slammed my fist into his chest, launching him across the room.
Then I leapt back toward the League, regrouping with the others.
"Okay, can you tell me what that thing was, and why you just sounded like you saw the end of the world?" I asked.
"No time," Lex said sharply. "We need to retreat."
"What? Why?" Flash asked. "We're winning!"
"No. They were just buying time, for the Made Men to arrive."
"The what now?" Superman asked.
"They're elite enforcers. Heavily enhanced. Nearly as strong as Superwoman," Lex explained, already tense. "We can't beat them like this. I need to regroup with the rest of my Justice League."
"Follow me!" Superman shouted, and without hesitation, charged forward—right through the walls, clearing a path like a wrecking ball.
We didn't hesitate. We all followed.
I glanced back once. Owlman was getting up, glaring at me.
Whatever that weapon was, it was supposed to do something. And now I wanted to know what—because whatever it was meant to stop, I must've just proven I'm not that easy to stop.
As we followed Superman, he crashed through the final wall like a wrecking ball, except none of us expected what was on the other side.
Air. Lots of it.
Me, Flash, Black Canary, and Green Arrow went into free-fall because, surprise surprise, this entire base was floating in the sky.
"Seriously?!" I yelled, already slamming the Omnitrix.
"Drakoon!"
My body shifted, morphing into a massive dragon with razor-sharp claws, powerful wings, and curved horns. I dove, snatching Green Arrow and Black Canary mid-air and securing them onto my back.
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Hawkgirl got Flash.
"Whoa! You can turn into a dragon?" Flash exclaimed as Hawkgirl was carrying him.
"What can I say? I'm full of surprises," I said with a toothy dragon grin.
That's when the hum of jet engines hit my ears. Owlman was right behind us in his jet, guns blazing. The bullets actually pushed Superman back, which was... unsettling.
Wonder Woman wasn't having it, though. She intercepted, deflecting the shots with her bracers and closing the distance with Owlman. While they tangoed in mid-air, the rest of us regrouped.
Then came the thunder.
"More trouble," Superman muttered.
We all looked up to see storm clouds brewing, lightning flashing, and three figures emerging. One was a bulky old man with barely any hair, the second a cocky teenager, and the third a middle-aged guy radiating "bad day at the office" energy. They all wore black and gold suits, and the way the thunder followed them... yeah, bad news.
I let out a roar and blasted fire at them. They weaved through it with ease.
One broke off toward Superman, another towards Green Lantern, and the last one homed in on Lex, Martian Manhunter, and Hawkgirl.
I was about to assist Green Lantern when—whoosh—Superwoman blindsided me. I twisted and shot a stream of fire at her. It left scorch marks on her outfit, earning me a glare.
"I've never seen that form before," she sneered. "Though it's better than that annoying bug."
I narrowed my eyes. "Yeah, well, I'm full of surprises, lady."
I cranked up the heat and blasted her again. She tanked it, but an arrow whizzed past my head and nailed her square in the shoulder, forcing her to back off.
"Nice shot!" I called to Green Arrow, who smirked from my back.
With Canary and Green Arrow covering my blind spots, we kept her busy, trading blows and blasts. But it was clear, Superwoman was a brick wall.
Suddenly, gunfire erupted from above. Superwoman was blasted away as a familiar jet roared overhead.
Wonder Woman was flying Owlman's stolen jet, hovering just long enough for Green Lantern to yank Arrow and Canary up into the cargo hold.
As soon as they were in, I hit the Omnitrix.
"JetRay!"
My wings flared as I shot inside.
"That was a close one," I muttered. I revert back to my regular form.
Wonder Woman glanced over, smirking. "I'm starting to see why Lex insisted on you."
"Stick around," I said. "I'm just getting warmed up."
Everyone was packed into the stolen jet. Wonder Woman slid back into the pilot's seat, hands steady on the controls. Meanwhile, Lex was hunched over the console, fiddling with switches like a man on a mission.
"What are you looking for?" I asked, watching him tear through the panels.
"The Chameleon Circuit. Owlman used to drive me insane with this thing," Lex muttered.
Before I could ask what that was, Flash zipped around the cockpit, poking around with casual recklessness. His hand slammed a random button, and suddenly, the entire jet shimmered and vanished.
"Okay… that's actually kinda cool," I said.
With the jet cloaked, we started making our getaway. But, of course, it wasn't going to be that easy.
Thunder rumbled—then exploded into a storm of lightning. Bolts rained down from every direction. The Made Men were still gunning for us.
One strike clipped the hull, sending a violent jolt through the plane. Sparks shot from the console as the Chameleon Circuit fizzled and died.
"Well… that's broken," I muttered, deadpan.
"Doesn't matter. We're still invisible," Lex said. He quickly punched coordinates into the nav system. "Head to this location. That's where the rest of my Justice League should be."
Wonder Woman didn't hesitate. She yanked the controls and banked the jet sharply toward their rendezvous. Wherever we were going, it couldn't come fast enough.
Third Person POV — Crime Syndicate HQ
Twenty minutes later.
"Are you SERIOUSLY telling me Dial is back?" Ultraman snarled, slamming his fist onto the table. His eyes glowed red, the temper barely restrained.
"That's not what I'm saying," Owlman replied coldly. "This isn't our Dial. He's from another universe."
"You hit him with the Defibrillator?" Johnny Quick asked. "And it didn't even scratch the Omnitrix?"
"No reaction. Not even a glitch," Owlman said, eyes narrowing behind his cowl. "My theory? This is a more advanced version."
"You've GOT to be shitting me!" Power Ring shouted. "Do you know how much it cost to get rid of our Dial? Manpower, resources, YEARS of planning, now we've gotta do it again?!"
"It's worse than that," Superwoman added, arms crossed tightly. "This Dial's got new forms. First, some white leopard thing. Then a dragon. A freaking dragon."
Ultraman's fists clenched so tight the table cracked beneath them. "We spent six fortunes to take out the last one. And now you're telling me this one's a damn upgrade?!"
"Not if we finish Project Damocles," Owlman interjected, pressing a button on his wrist.
A hologram flickered to life above the war table—a massive bomb, sleek and ominous, rotating slowly.
"With the Quantum Eigenstate Device fully operational, we'll have control over life and death on this planet," Owlman said, his voice deadly calm.
Johnny Quick grinned like a madman. "Meaning if they don't fall in line, we press a button and poof,world goes bye-bye."
"Exactly," Owlman continued. "Every government, every army, they'll kneel. And we? We'll be the only law left standing."
Franklin POV
We finally arrived at the location, a run-down, old warehouse in the middle of nowhere. We got out of the jet and started walking toward it. Lex moved ahead of us and went straight to a rusted wall panel, pressing a hidden switch. A section of the wall slid open, revealing an eye scanner.
Lex leaned in, and the scanner did its thing.
"Welcome, Genius Baldy," the scanner said in a robotic tone.
I couldn't help but laugh. "Okay, who programmed that? That's gold. I feel like I should put that in my base."
"I thought you'd like that," Lex smirked.
We stepped inside. From the outside, it looked abandoned, empty and dead. But Lex led us toward a far wall. He pressed his hand against a specific brick, and suddenly, a hidden elevator slid out of the wall.
Of course it was an elevator.
We all piled in, and as the doors shut, the platform began descending. And I mean descending. This thing went down so far I was starting to think we'd hit the center of the Earth.
Finally, the doors opened.
And what I saw left me speechless.
Right in front of me, carved into the wall, was my symbol. It was huge—glowing with a faint green light. The room itself was massive, filled with advanced tech, battle maps, weapon racks, and a command center that made my base look like a treehouse.
"Holy sh—" I caught myself, eyes wide. "—crap."
Superman gave me the look.
"Language, young man," he said, like a disappointed dad.
"Sorry, Supe, but come on! You gotta admit, this place is insane," I said, still turning in circles, taking it all in.
As we walked further into the base, I noticed a group of people already there, five of them. I was too busy gawking at the tech to realize they'd all frozen when they saw me. Their expressions weren't hostile, though. They were shocked… and sad.
"This," Lex began, his tone softer than usual, "is my Justice League… what's left of it."
He started introducing them one by one.
"Green Arrow. ( AN: I'm going to put the number two behind this green arrow so it won't be confusing)
The Jester.
Iron Woman.
Plastic Man.
Cassandra Nova Xavier."
The names hit me, but something felt… off. I scanned the group, squinting, until my eyes landed on it.
"You forgot someone," I said, pointing.
Everyone, including Lex, turned to me, confused.
"The monkey," I said, pointing at the little primate perched on the Jester's shoulder.
"Oh, that's Harley," The Jester smiled. "She's not just a pet. She's family."
"Cool. Nice to meet you, Harley," I said, kneeling down.
Before anyone could say anything, Harley leaped off The Jester's shoulder and landed right in my arms. I held her carefully, scratching her head as she purred like a content kitten.
The Jester laughed. "Hahahaha! Doesn't matter what universe you're from, Dial never changes."
I grinned. "Not Dial. Name's Omni in my world."