"Hero time!"
Ben slammed the Omnitrix core.
Green light erupted—then red magma crawled out from his right wrist and surged across his entire body.
His face hardened into something like a lava mask: nose and ears vanished, and at his collarbone a volcanic flare roared upward, forming hair made of flame.
His "skin" became cracked, glowing molten rock, with yellow plasma fire leaking through the fissures and from his hands and feet.
The Omnitrix emblem shifted to the center of his chest.
"Heatblast! That's sick!!"
Ben was practically vibrating with excitement. This was the classic first transformation—iconic.
"Oh yeah! I'm so hot!"
Heatblast—a Pyronite—had straightforward power: fire control. But "straightforward" didn't mean weak.
Pyronites could generate seemingly endless flame energy:
ignite objects
cause explosions
hit multiple targets
rocket into the air like a jet
even absorb fire and redirect it
Ben formed finger guns—
Fireballs snapped off his fingertips, detonating across the charging Parademons.
"Double pistols always have the answer."
He blew gently on the remaining flames around his fingers like a show-off.
Hal's voice snapped over the chaos.
"Stop posing! These Parademons are like locusts—endless. Don't get sloppy!"
Hal's green constructs answered for him: he rained explosive green shells into the swarm, blasting chunks of Parademons out of the air.
Ben just grinned wider.
"Relax. Right now? I'm insanely brave."
He snapped his fingers—fire sparked—rubbed his hands together, and a dense fireball condensed between his palms.
Like a pitcher winding up, he hurled it.
The blazing shot punched straight through a Parademon mid-flight.
Another one roared and opened its mouth—
A surge of brutal heat-flame sprayed at Ben.
Ben spread his hands.
The stream was pulled into him, swallowed by his control, compressed into a new fireball—
—and he whipped it back.
"Return to sender!"
The fireball hit.
The detonation was immediate: blistering heat plus a concussive blast that shredded the Parademon on contact.
Hal, meanwhile, was losing count of kills.
"How many are there?!"
He stopped wasting energy on fancy constructs. A gigantic green flyswatter formed and began slamming Parademons out of the sky like insects.
Above them, several Parademons finally broke through the Batwing's firing line and latched onto the aircraft.
Batman didn't hesitate.
He set autopilot.
Then armed the self-destruct.
He ejected cleanly—
and the Batwing dove into the densest cluster.
BOOM.
The explosion hit like a missile strike, ripping a whole cloud of Parademons out of the air.
Batman's cape opened into a rigid glide. As he descended, he flicked out multiple batarangs laced with micro-bombs, embedding them into attackers mid-flight.
Pop—pop—pop.
Several Parademons dropped…
…but one pushed through the smoke, tanking the blast and lunging right at him.
Batman shifted, preparing to counter in the air—
A massive green flyswatter slammed the Parademon sideways, sending it spinning.
The green energy reshaped into an oversized glove and caught Batman safely.
"Got you! No need to thank me."
Hal wore that smug grin—because yes, even Batman could need help.
Batman didn't indulge it for even a second.
"Don't get distracted. Behind you."
Hal barely turned—
A bolt of red lightning flashed through the air.
The Parademons targeting Hal were already down.
The Flash stood there, smiling, like he'd arrived for a friendly meetup instead of an invasion.
"I thought you might need help!"
"Flash! My man!"
Hal bumped fists with him—warm, genuine. Flash's reputation was clean. No police manhunts. No Gotham paranoia.
"Great to see you."
To smooth things over, Hal gestured toward their "team."
"Oh—right. That's Batman… and that's the kid who turns into aliens."
Ben—still throwing fireballs into the sky—called out cheerfully.
"Hi! Fastest man alive!"
Flash looked a little shy at the title, but nodded politely.
"Hey. Nice to meet you."
Then Flash's eyes widened as the delayed thought landed.
"Wait… Batman is real?"
Hal leaned aside and pointed.
"Yep. That one."
Flash blinked—then vanished and reappeared right in front of Batman like an excited fan meeting a legend.
"It's an honor, Mr. Batman…"
Hal drifted down beside him and muttered like he was sure Batman would ignore the handshake.
"Don't take it personally. He's basically a machine."
But Batman extended his hand.
And—shockingly—took Flash seriously.
"I've reviewed your work in Central City. Organized. Efficient."
Hal looked personally offended by the existence of that compliment.
Then Batman's gaze sharpened.
The Parademons' attack pattern was changing.
Their pressure eased—like someone had pulled them back—
and the swarm began drifting in one direction, mass-moving toward a single point…
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