The storm didn't end.
Now it roared louder—with thunder bolts that shook the clouds from within and lightning that split the sky with no warning.
Rain poured nonstop.
But this time, there was more than rain.
The ocean had risen.
Flood warnings turned into disaster calls.
Sewage systems overflowed.
Freshwater pipelines failed. Entire nations disappeared underwater in hours.
Cities once tall and proud… now stood like lonely towers in a dark, endless sea.
Humanity had one final resort left:
The heroes.
💥 Somewhere above the Atlantic Ocean
Three figures streaked through the air, black armor reflecting flashes of lightning.
Clark flew ahead, his hands glowing white-blue with cold energy
Ojaga floated beside him, both arms pulsing with golden ki
Bruce, in full mystical form, flew behind them, floating on a rune-shaped spell circle under his boots
They weren't just flying — they were fighting nature itself.
Below them, a wave the size of a skyscraper moved toward Portugal.
Clark exhaled sharply and released a huge frost beam.
The rain turned to snow. The wave began to slow.
Ojaga yelled, "I've got the right!"
His palms lit up bright.
BOOM!
A golden energy burst flew from Ojaga, slamming into the ocean walls.
Water steamed. Clouds formed.
He couldn't do a kamehameha yet, but he was close.
Instead, he invented his own move: a short, twin-palm blast inspired by Krillin.
Clark called it "Double Daro Shock."
In seconds, another chain reaction of ice and light crashed through the sea.
Bruce raised his hand and cast a wide-area heat rune.
A ring of glowing light hovered over the city's coast, instantly turning seawater mist into steam before it could flood over fences.
💦 Later that day — Gotham Command Base
Ojaga flicked the water off his gloves.
"I didn't know seawater could push a planet this hard."
Clark nodded. " These seven bubbles are merging with this land, the land and evrything will increase, first it will be destruction and then new beginning."
Bruce raised an eyebrow. " like our planet those planets may be suffering life us?"
" I think these World, may be dangerous than our planet, my ki sensing cannot sense beyond bubble, the energy it's vibration it's whole another level and don't forget, the gravity of whole planet is increasing day by day "
None of them said anything for a moment.
Instead, all three sat down, soaked in rainwater and silence.
📺 A newscast crackled to life in the background.
People, though scared, were cheering in flooded cities.
Video clips played of Clark, Bruce, and Ojaga arriving in black armor, their eyes glowing with power, saving thousands.
They looked unified. Strong. Brave.
People had started calling them different names. Some called them Titans. Others called them Ghost Knights. But the world could agree on one thing:
The three had become symbols.
Guardians.
And behind them…
New heroes were beginning to rise from the crowd.
Some were helping pull families from collapsed homes.
Others used unknown abilities to protect smaller towns.
The merge had awakened powers in certain people.
And this was just the beginning.
🌙 That night — Star Tech lounge
Bruce, Clark, and Ojaga crashed on beanbags and couches with food plates in hand.
They were sore. But alive.
Clark had three towels on his head.
Bruce sipped tea in silence.
Ojaga balanced his plate on his tail and stole fries off Clark's dish.
"Oi!" Clark pointed. "Tail privilege is cheating!"
Ojaga shrugged.
Bruce chuckled. "Alright, back to business."
Clark grinned. "Team name's still open, right?"
Bruce groaned. "Please no."
Clark pretended to think.
"How about this: Superman and His Very Moody Friends."
Ojaga sighed. "Call it Tailforce Omega, and I'll agree."
Bruce smirked. "What about Shazam and the Underlings?"
"I'm going to vaporize this couch," Ojaga muttered.
All three burst out laughing.
Then a quiet knock echoed.
Thomas Wayne entered, followed by Martha and Jonathan Kent.
Behind them was Lucius Fox holding a glowing data tablet.
Thomas was smiling.
But what he said made everyone sit up straight.
"While you three were saving the world… again… we completed something."
He walked to the wall and tapped the screen.
One by one, seven figures appeared in floating projections.
🛡️ Diana — leading a small group of women in armor
⚡ Flash — streaking across wrecked bridge roads
🌊 Aquaman — lifting a broken submarine from the sea floor
🪶 Hawkgirl — high above, scanning cities silently
🔮 Zatanna — deep in shadows, casting light
🧪 Martian Manhunter — changing faces near refugee camps
💍 Green Lantern — fixing damaged homes using glowing emerald tools
"Each one has responded to events. Separately. Alone."
"Now it's your job," Thomas said, voice firm, "to bring them together."
"Talk to them. Fight beside them. And prove they're not alone."
Clark's eyes brightened like always.
Ojaga gave a soft nod.
Bruce simply said, "We're ready."
Outside… the Winds howled again.