Downtown Smallville – 2:29 PM Status: FUBAR.
The sky cracked.
Literally.
Lightning forked like divine judgment across bruised heavens, the clouds swirling in an ominous spiral that made every weather app in Kansas explode with question marks. Below, chaos bloomed. Cars overturned. Glass shattered. A giant Doomsday-shaped problem was stomping down Main Street like he had a vendetta against small-town charm.
Lilly Kent — codename: Scarlett — descended like wrath wrapped in a red velvet ribbon. Her crimson cloak flared behind her like a phoenix's wings, eldritch runes crackling down her arms in gold and scarlet. Her hair, dyed a vivid war-maiden red, whipped around her as she hovered above the chaos, eyes blazing like twin supernovas.
"So," she muttered, spinning a sun-forged glyph in her palm, "this is what happens when someone skips leg day and basic morality."
Doomsday snarled. A deep, guttural sound that vibrated bones and made a toddler three blocks away start crying in her stroller. He looked like something evolution forgot but nightmares remembered: hulking, jagged bone protrusions, gray mottled skin like rotted granite, and eyes devoid of soul, empathy, or moisturizer.
Clark Kent — codename: Superman — hit him first.
A blur of motion. The sound barrier shattered in protest. Clark's fist connected with Doomsday's chest like a cosmic sledgehammer. The impact detonated a shockwave that vaporized the "Burgers & Banjos" diner and left a crater that made the earth moan.
Doomsday stumbled.
Then cracked his neck and grinned.
"Really hate that part," Clark muttered, flexing his hand. He glanced sideways. "Healing factor… better than mine."
Doomsday swung.
Clark ducked, countered, and landed a left hook that sent the monster staggering into a lamppost, which bent like a pool noodle. He turned toward Lilly.
"Incoming!"
Lilly was already midair, twisting like a red-gold acrobat of destruction.
"Thanks for the update, Boy Scout!" she shouted, sarcasm hotter than the spellfire building in her palms.
She flung her arms forward. A blossoming glyph expanded outward like a celestial lotus and exploded against Doomsday's face. Bone cracked. Blood sprayed. He roared, blinded.
"Oh no you don't, Bone Boy," Lilly hissed, flicking her fingers.
A dimensional tear opened below her and above him. She fell upward, warping gravity with a grin, then twisted midair and collided with Doomsday like a guided missile in Louboutin boots.
Boom.
His clawed hand clamped around her arm.
She snarled, leaned forward, and headbutted him dead center. A jagged tooth broke loose. His grip slackened.
"That one's for the food truck guy," she spat.
Clark was on him before Doomsday could retaliate.
Uppercut. Elbow. Solar-charged spin kick that sent the beast flying into the old theater marquee. The sign groaned, then collapsed in a spectacular mess of sparks and broken dreams. Clark landed beside Lilly, his cape slightly scorched.
"So," she said, drawing a rune in the air. "Tell me there's a plan. Bonus points if it involves ice cream and doesn't end in fiery death."
Clark's lips quirked into a half-smile. "I hit him. You hit him. We do that until he stays down."
She raised an eyebrow. "That's not a plan. That's our date night."
"Worked last week."
"Last week was a vampire rave in Toledo. This is Doomsday in Smallville."
Another roar. Another shockwave.
Doomsday charged.
Clark blurred into motion, intercepting the monster mid-sprint and hurling him into the sky. Asphalt cracked. Birds panicked.
Lilly spun toward the corner store. Civilians screamed from behind shattered glass.
"Cover me!" she yelled.
"Always!" Clark called, as Doomsday speared him out of the sky and the two tumbled like a pair of angry gods into a row of parked cars.
Lilly focused. Glyphs spiraled from her fingers. A golden dome shimmered into existence around the store.
"Move it, Grandma, or I'll portal you into a Starbucks bathroom."
The civilians vanished in a soft pop.
Safe.
She turned back just in time to see Doomsday fling Clark into a fire hydrant, which exploded like a geyser.
Clark stood, drenched, annoyed. "Every damn time."
Lilly clapped her hands. "Want to try the stupid idea now?"
He wiped blood from his lip. "Yours or mine?"
She grinned. "Phoenix Protocol. Tier Five."
Clark blinked. "Didn't that one level Boston?"
"Technically it was half of Boston."
"Lilly…"
She raised her hand. "Trust me, Cavill."
Clark sighed and launched himself upward, dragging Doomsday with him.
Lilly sketched a sigil midair, her eyes glowing gold. Glyphs spiraled like a countdown. "Let go in five!"
"Got it!"
"Also, you're sexy when you're bleeding!"
"Focus, Lilly!"
"Multitasking!"
At 5,000 feet, Clark let go.
Doomsday dropped.
Lilly raised her arms. Her entire body pulsed with power.
"BAD DOG!!"
A column of spellfire erupted from her hands, speared the sky, and met Doomsday mid-plummet.
Detonation.
The heavens lit up like a supernova.
Gold. Red. Sunlight. Chaos. Pain.
Clark dropped back to Earth, cape tattered, steam rising from his shoulders.
Lilly joined him, singed and grinning.
"So?" she asked, brushing soot off his chest. "Foreplay rating: ten outta ten, right?"
Clark coughed. "I'm going to say hot. Very hot."
Above them—
Thud.
Doomsday cratered into the pavement.
Still. Not. Dead.
He rose slowly, half his face melted, eyes burning like twin furnaces.
Lilly grimaced. "Okay. Round three."
Clark rolled his neck. "I'll get the crowbar."
She cracked her knuckles. "I'll get the espresso."
They stood together.
Bloodied. Bruised. Unyielding.
Doomsday roared.
The Kents smirked.
Game on.
—
Smallville High — South Wing Stairwell
2:32 PM
Lockdown Status: "So broken it's practically a punchline."
The sirens pulsed through the halls like a heartbeat with anxiety issues. Lights flickered red, painting lockers in warning tones. Students huddled in classrooms. Teachers whispered tense updates to central command. Somewhere, the principal had probably fainted.
But in the third-floor stairwell?
Five teens were actively making bad decisions.
"We are so dead," Neville Kent muttered, tugging his hood lower over his pale green eyes. "Like, grounded-through-multiple-timelines dead. I'm talking: Dad pulls out the Fortress lecture voice dead."
Hadrian Kent gave him a sideways look. He had the kind of face you wanted to either punch or kiss, all sculpted cheekbones and emerald green eyes that sparkled with too much confidence for someone who still hadn't passed Driver's Ed. "Nev, buddy. Have some pride. We're Kents. We don't do 'mild consequences.'"
"We're also fifteen, moron."
"Exactly! Peak invincibility window."
Kara Kent appeared beside them in a gust of wind, blonde braid whipping over her shoulder. She looked mildly annoyed and completely unruffled, like a golden retriever that moonlighted as a bouncer.
"Zee's got the cameras down," she announced, voice crisp. "Five-minute window before the school's backup enchantments kick in. We move now or we stay here and let our parents do everything while we cry in lockdown like civilians."
Neville blinked. "You practiced that speech, didn't you?"
"Bathroom mirror," Kara replied, deadpan.
"I felt the performance," Hadrian said, giving her a thumbs up.
"Shut up and run."
In a blur of light and static, Kara vanished again.
Hadrian grinned. "You heard the lady."
The twins took off after her, sneakers melting rubber into linoleum, wind rushing in their ears.
—
Behind the Auditorium — Service Exit
Zatanna Zatara, all dark eyeliner and chaotic elegance, stood in the shadow of the door like a gothic secret. Her fingers sketched glowing sigils in the air, tracing ancient shapes with the casual grace of someone who definitely had feelings about Shakespeare and refused to explain them.
"Rood nepo," she murmured, and the door unlatched with a hiss of magic and ozone.
She looked up just as Kara skidded to a stop beside her.
"Ready?" Kara asked, already holding out her arms.
Zatanna frowned. "I'm perfectly capable of walking, thank you."
"Yeah, but we don't have two hours, and you're not wearing sensible shoes."
"These are Prada combat boots."
"Even worse."
Before Zatanna could summon a retort, Kara scooped her up bridal-style. Zatanna made a strangled sound that died somewhere between offended princess and mildly thrilled.
"I swear to Hecate," she muttered. "Drop me and I turn your bones into pigeons."
"Flattering," Kara said, already rocketing into the sky.
—
Meanwhile — South Side Parking Lot
Donna Troy stood with her arms crossed, black hair falling in elegant waves over her shoulders. Her brows raised as Hadrian and Neville skidded to a halt beside her in a blur of super-charged wind.
She looked Hadrian up and down. "Please tell me you're not planning to carry me."
Hadrian tilted his head, the grin already forming. "Unless you want a piggyback?"
Donna groaned. "I'm going to kill you before the monster does."
"Noted. But if you do die mid-flight, can I have your iPod?"
She stared at him. "You still use an iPod?"
"Don't deflect," Hadrian said, stepping forward, arms out like a scene from a romcom. "Now, do you want the classic princess carry or the dramatic sweeping pirate escape?"
Donna narrowed her eyes. "This is a trap."
"Only emotionally," Hadrian said, definitely blushing now.
Neville folded his arms. "I vote you let him drop you. That'll solve two problems."
"Shut up, clone," Hadrian muttered.
Neville rolled his eyes. "We're twins, genius."
Donna let out an overly long sigh, then stepped into Hadrian's arms with the grace of someone preparing for war.
"This is humiliating," she muttered, arms looped around his neck, cheeks flushed.
"Only if we tell people," Hadrian whispered, heartbeat spiking at the scent of her shampoo and the fact that her breath just hitched slightly.
"You're enjoying this."
"I'm a teenage boy carrying a goddess-in-training in a crisis. Of course I am."
They launched, wind rushing around them, the sky dark and streaked with distant fire. Kara and Zatanna were already ahead, hurtling through the clouds. Zatanna was yelling something that sounded like a spell and a complaint at the same time.
Neville ran below, Kryptonian muscles tearing through the fields in streaks of heat and gold.
Donna gripped Hadrian's shoulder tightly. "If you drop me, I'm haunting you."
"If I drop you, I'm dead. So… kind of a win-win."
She swatted his shoulder. "You're the worst."
"You're still holding on."
"Shut up."
He smiled.
—
Three Minutes Later — Kent Farm
The golden fields gave way to the dirt road, and finally, the weathered porch of the Kent family farmhouse. The sign still hung on the gate — "Kent Family — No Trespassing (Seriously)" — like a challenge to any invading gods.
Kara landed first, easing Zatanna to the ground. Zee adjusted her jacket, looking supremely annoyed.
"My hair is literally in knots."
"I just saved you fifteen minutes of cardio," Kara replied.
Zatanna sniffed. "I don't do cardio. I do chaos."
Donna and Hadrian touched down a second later, the latter doing a theatrical bow before setting her gently on her feet.
Donna pulled back quickly, trying to look unaffected, though her ears were still pink.
"You okay?" Hadrian asked, brushing some windblown hair from her eyes before realizing what he was doing and yanking his hand back like it burned. "Uh — not that I was, y'know. Like, worried. Just checking. Kryptonian courtesy."
"I'm fine," Donna said. "And if you tell anyone I squeaked when we landed—"
"I'll deny everything and blame Neville."
"Reasonable."
Neville arrived last, sneakers smoking, chest heaving, and looking like he wanted a nap more than a war.
"Are we done flirting or do I need to go punch a tractor while you guys make out?"
"WE'RE NOT—" Hadrian and Donna said in unison, then glared at each other.
Kara snorted. "Yeah, this'll be real mature teamwork."
Zatanna raised a brow. "I give them three days before one of them confesses or explodes."
"I vote explode," Kara said.
Hadrian pointed dramatically. "I hate you all."
"Love you too, drama prince," Zatanna said sweetly.
The wind shifted. Thunder cracked overhead.
They turned as one toward the barn — old, familiar, and humming faintly with hidden energy. In the shadows, the outline of a reinforced trapdoor lay beneath an old tractor.
Hadrian stepped forward, eyes narrowed.
"All right," he said. "Time to suit up."
—
Kent Farm Barn — Underground Hatch
2:42 PM
The trapdoor creaked open like it was exhaling secrets. A gust of cool, dry air swept upward, brushing past the group with the hush of something ancient finally being disturbed.
"Whoa," Donna breathed, adjusting her stance on the top step. "Is that a command center or a spaceship?"
"Yes," Hadrian replied, grinning as he all but vaulted down the steps. His boots echoed against the metal grates with boyish confidence, tousled black curls bouncing like this was just another Tuesday. "Depends on the lighting."
Neville sighed, tugging his hood lower over his pale green eyes. "He's been waiting for this moment since we were, like, six."
"You mean our whole lives," Kara added, arms crossed, blonde braid resting over one shoulder like a sash of judgment. "You know he probably wrote his own theme music."
"Multiple versions," Zatanna said, smirking as she sauntered behind them, dark eyeliner sharp enough to cut through reality. "With mood variations."
The space below glowed like the inside of a dragon's hoard reimagined by Krypton and Hogwarts. Alien tech shimmered beneath glowing magical runes etched into walls of reinforced steel and enchanted oak. Crystal light hummed, pulsing gently in soft rhythmic patterns. At the far end of the chamber stood four raised platforms, each with a unique armor stand poised in ceremonial quiet.
"This is giving Batcave-by-way-of-Camelot," Zatanna murmured, visibly impressed.
Hadrian grinned, sliding across the polished floor like a kid in a candy store. "Thanks. Three summers, half a dozen near-death magic accidents, and a mom who kept getting distracted by the kitchen wards."
"Your parents let you build this?" Donna asked, clearly incredulous.
Neville snorted. "Let is a strong word. Tolerated is more accurate."
Hadrian stepped onto his platform and laid a hand on the crest engraved into the base. The response was instant. Energy shimmered, light raced along his skin, and in a blur of shifting fabric and flickering color, the Solaris suit came to life—black melting into dark crimson from the chest down, golden gauntlets wrapping his arms, the red-and-gold House of El crest gleaming like a vow on his chest. A cape fluttered behind him with regal arrogance.
"Still a showoff," Neville muttered.
He stepped up beside his twin and activated his own suit. In contrast, his was darker—black with gold and red piping that pulsed with latent power. His cape flowed red, fierce and clean, as Sentinel took his place.
"Practical, mature, and still makes you look like you broodingly journal," Hadrian noted.
"At least I don't look like I just auditioned for Kryptonian: The Musical," Neville shot back.
Zatanna spun gracefully onto her platform, fingers scribing a lazy sigil in the air. The suit responded like it had been waiting. Her black-and-white bodysuit shimmered with golden enchantments, the glowing sigil on her chest shining like a second heart. Her cloak fastened with a whisper of silk and magic, hood casting her in dramatic shadow.
"Enchantress," she said simply. "Now accepting applause and souls."
Donna rolled her eyes. "So we're just fully committing to the codenames, then?"
"It's tradition," Hadrian said. "Also, plausible deniability. And cooler hashtags."
A thump above drew everyone's attention.
"You seriously started without me?"
Roslyn Kent stood at the top of the steps, flame-red hair tied up messily, backpack slung over one shoulder like it had been in a turf war. She looked thirteen, furious, and like she had absolutely no time for anyone's rules.
Hadrian groaned. "Roslyn. Middle school. Remember that?"
"Try sitting still while the city is on lockdown and the sky is literally on fire," she said, stomping down. "Also, I brought Oreos. So you're welcome."
Kara blinked. "She has a point."
"Told you I was the favorite," Roslyn added, winking as she touched her platform.
Her suit flowed over her like molten starlight. Black trimmed with gold at the shoulders, crimson chestplate, red cape that caught the ambient light like it had its own spotlight. The crest glowed fierce on her chest.
"Solstice," she said proudly, posing like she was about to headline her own spinoff.
Donna crossed her arms. "Okay, she gets a suit, and I don't?"
"We've got you covered," Hadrian said, nodding toward a silver-lined platform.
Donna gave him a look, then sighed and stepped on. A swirl of black mist rose around her. Silver sparks flashed, and in seconds, her suit locked into place—a sleeveless black bodysuit beneath gleaming silver Amazonian armor. Her bracers shimmered with runes, like they had a heartbeat of their own.
"Troia," she said, one brow raised. "Try not to drool, Kent."
Hadrian's mouth opened. Closed. Then opened again. "No promises."
"You're impossible."
"You're still here."
"That doesn't mean I like you."
Neville snorted. "Gods, get a lair."
Donna tossed her hair. "Already have one."
Kara finally stepped forward, arms crossed tightly. "Okay, where's mine? Everyone else is getting their magical glow-up, and I'm still rocking farm-core chic."
"You've been on Earth for three days," Zatanna pointed out. "We barely got your Wi-Fi password."
"Also," Hadrian added, walking to a side console, "your powers kinda complicate enchantment threading."
He pressed a button. A panel slid open with a soft hum, revealing a suit: blue base, red torso, gold shoulders, gold belt, and the House of El crest in red and blue.
"This was Roslyn's prototype," he said. "She said it clashed with her hair."
"Not a vibe," Roslyn agreed solemnly.
"Size doesn't matter," Hadrian continued. "Mom spelled the fabric to resize. Also, thank every god she did, because Dad's original suit? Red underwear outside."
Everyone winced.
"A dark time," Neville whispered gravely.
Kara touched the suit. It flowed over her like second skin, light rippling in waves. When it settled, she stood radiant.
"Oh," Donna whispered.
"Dibs on sky-diving," Zatanna said.
"What about secret identities?" Kara asked.
"Runes obscure faces and voices," Hadrian said. "Mom said if she ever caught one of us pulling a 'Clark Kent glasses routine,' she'd hex our shoelaces together for eternity."
Donna nodded. "Aunt Lily put the same enchantments on my suit."
Zatanna raised her hand. "And anti-frizz. Priorities."
They stood in silence a moment, six teenagers who looked like gods and sounded like chaos.
The wind howled outside. Thunder cracked. The earth itself seemed to hold its breath.
Hadrian took a step forward. "Okay. This time, we don't wait for backup."
"This time," Neville echoed.
"We fight," Kara said, her voice calm and steel.
"We protect," Donna added.
"We rebel," Zatanna grinned.
Roslyn crunched an Oreo. "And we snack."
Hadrian smiled, stepping toward the elevator platform that would carry them to the surface. "Team, assemble."
Donna groaned. "Absolutely not."
"What? It was worth a try."
"You dork."
"Your dork."
"Keep dreaming."
The platform rose.
And so did they.
—
Downtown Smallville — Main Street
2:57 PM
The air was fractured with static, like lightning was trying to whisper through a scream. The pavement steamed where Doomsday's feet had landed, splitting concrete into spiderwebs of ruin. A pharmacy sign swung on one hinge, whining like it was mourning.
Doomsday loomed.
Ten feet tall, all bone-white plates and jagged muscle, his eyes were pits of wrath. He moved like an earthquake — and looked like rage had found a body and decided to wear it like armor.
Clark Kent, red cape shredded, fists clenched tight at his sides, glared back at the monster.
"Clear the area!" he barked over his shoulder. "Keep everyone out of the blast radius!"
A flaming sigil whirled overhead and slammed into Doomsday's chest. It burst in golden light.
Lilly Kent — Scarlett — floated above the sidewalk, crimson and gold cloak blazing behind her. Her red hair whipped like wildfire in the wind, eyes glowing.
"Darling," she snapped, aiming another spell, "would you be a dear and maybe hit him harder?"
"He just threw a truck at me, Lils."
"And you caught it. Brava."
Doomsday roared. The sound cracked windows for two blocks. He bent, yanked a crushed taxi from the rubble, and flung it toward a woman shielding her baby.
Clark's eyes widened. "No—!"
Then the truck… stopped. Suspended midair like it had run into gravity's mood swing.
Underneath it stood a boy.
Dark crimson and black armor. Golden gauntlets catching the afternoon sun. House of El crest blazing on his chest like a second sunrise.
Solaris.
He grunted, muscles tensed under the weight. "Hi, Mum. Hi, Dad. Sorry I'm late. Traffic was a whole thing."
Lilly's jaw dropped. "Hadrian?!"
Clark blinked. "You're grounded."
"Love you too," Hadrian said with a smirk, tossing the truck aside like a soda can. He turned to the woman and baby. "Ma'am, strongly recommend leaving now. Preferably at super-speed."
A red blur slammed into Doomsday's side.
Neville — Sentinel — landed in a crouch, obsidian armor gleaming. His red cape billowed behind him like it had feelings.
"Told you we should've left ten minutes earlier," he muttered.
"You triple-knotted your laces!" Hadrian shot back.
"I have precision-based combat boots!"
Zatanna appeared in a swirl of shadow and magic, her suit shimmering with cursed elegance.
"You two bicker like a divorced couple at a PTA meeting," she said, eyes glowing. "Nwod thgil!"
A bolt of light flipped Doomsday onto his back.
"Enchantress, boys. Try to keep up."
A sonic boom shook the sky.
Solstice slammed into the ground, landing in a kneel with her red cape flaring behind her. Roslyn stood and adjusted her braid like she wasn't thirteen and facing a monster.
"This is not what I planned for today. I have homework. And cramps."
Donna emerged from a collapsed storefront, dragging a civilian to safety before adjusting the silver bracer on her arm.
"And I was supposed to be at fencing practice," she said.
Solaris appeared beside her. "Well, you are still stabbing things."
"Don't flirt with me while we're fighting a murder skeleton."
"I'm multitasking."
"You're exhausting."
"You're gorgeous."
"Still not dating you."
Neville's voice cut through: "Doomsday is moving, children!"
The monster lunged.
Solaris threw up a shield. Zatanna reinforced it with a rune. Doomsday smashed through it like sugar glass.
Supergirl — in Roslyn's old suit — dove in from the sky, crashing into Doomsday like a thunderbolt. She skidded into a parked truck, peeled herself out of the dented metal.
"Okay. Still adapting. Also, ow."
Clark reached Hadrian's side. "You brought them?"
"They brought me. I just helped accessorize."
Kara floated down, shaking off debris. "I'm going by Supergirl now, by the way."
"Cool," Hadrian said. "Still calling dibs on the sky-punch."
"Dream on, El-boy."
Neville cracked his knuckles. "Enough talk. Let's end this."
"Wait," Roslyn said, mid-Oreo bite. "Can I get a snack break after the dismemberment phase?"
"Focus!" Lilly snapped.
Hadrian stepped forward.
"Attack pattern Thunderstruck!"
Donna groaned. "Seriously?"
"You loved it in rehearsal."
"I was concussed."
"Still counts!"
The team launched.
Neville hit low, legs sweeping. Kara came in hot with a punch to the solar plexus. Zatanna's runes carved glowing traps into the ground. Doomsday howled, ripping through a fire hydrant.
Roslyn hurled a blast of solar energy that set part of his bone plating on fire.
"You're so welcome!" she chirped.
Hadrian blurred in, sliding under Doomsday and blasting him from below. Donna flipped over him and slammed both fists into his skull.
They landed side-by-side, panting.
"Still not dating you," she said.
"I saved your life."
"I also saved yours."
"…So we're even?"
"No. I'm ahead."
Clark watched, stunned.
Lilly drifted beside him. "Our kids are terrifying."
"They get it from you."
"They get the sarcasm from you."
"Oh, absolutely."
The final blow came when Supergirl, Solaris, Sentinel, and Troia combined force — solar energy, brute Kryptonian strength, enchanted might, and pure Amazonian wrath.
Doomsday crumpled.
The ground shuddered. Silence followed.
Roslyn crunched her last Oreo. "So, we getting shawarma or what?"
Hadrian leaned on Donna, smirking. "Told you we'd need a bigger lair."
Donna shoved him off. "Told you to shut up."
Zatanna raised a brow. "Also… might've fractured the space-time continuum. Just a little."
Kara blinked. "Wait, what?"
—
Downtown Smallville – Main Street
3:27 PM
The air was smoke, ozone, and the metallic tang of just-missed death. Debris crackled underfoot, steam hissing up from fractured concrete. A pharmacy sign swung on its final hinge, shrieking like it had opinions.
And in the middle of it all, Doomsday twitched.
Not dead.
Yet.
The monster was sprawled in the center of a smoking crater, limbs splayed, jagged bones still steaming from impact. His right eye socket oozed something black and thick as oil. One hand jerked like a puppet that didn't know the show was over.
Hadrian stood at the edge of the wreckage, armor dented and crackling with flickers of golden-red energy. His hair was windswept chaos, his House of El crest scorched at the edges. He looked like someone had tried to kill a Greek god with a baseball bat and mostly failed.
"Is he dead?" Roslyn asked, crunching into an Oreo.
Hadrian tilted his head. "Mostly."
"Define mostly," Kara muttered, brushing blood from her temple.
"Like, ninety-five percent dead. Eighty-seven on a curve."
Clark stepped forward. His cape was half torn, his jaw set like it had opinions. "You."
Hadrian turned. "Hi, Dad."
Clark folded his arms. "Do you want to be grounded into your next lifetime?"
Zatanna raised a hand, face pale and glowing faintly at the seams. "Clarifying question: are you talking to all of us, or just the one who decided to tank-punch Doomsday through a firetruck?"
"All of you," Lilly Kent said, descending like a red-and-gold meteor made of rage and maternal disappointment. Her cloak flared behind her, magic still sparking along the hem. "You are fifteen." Her gaze locked onto Roslyn. "And thirteen."
Roslyn held up her hands. "Bystander. Enthusiastic bystander. With excellent taste in drama."
"Roslyn," Lilly deadpanned, "your braids are still on fire."
Ros patted one out. "Yeah, but like, it's the cool kind of fire."
Clark's voice was rising now. "You ditched school. You engaged a planetary-level threat. Without backup. And you didn't even text?!"
Neville crossed his arms. "I sent a ping to J'onn."
Clark stared. "After the second building collapsed."
"It still counts."
Lilly's voice went nuclear. "Hadrian Jonathan Kent."
Hadrian winced. "Look, in my defense—"
"No. No defense. You are grounded. For life. Possibly longer," she said, eyes glowing like dying suns.
Donna crossed her arms. "I told you to let me lead."
Hadrian wheeled around. "You said, and I quote, 'If we don't go now, he's gonna throw a gas truck into a church.'"
"Which he did!"
Neville added helpfully, "Yeah, and that gas truck exploded. Huge fireball. Super cinematic."
Donna and Hadrian in chorus: "Not helping, Nev!"
Kara raised her hand, hovering an inch off the pavement. "Since I'm technically newly enrolled in this planet's school system, does that mean I'm exempt?"
Clark's glare said otherwise.
"...I'll sit down," Kara muttered, descending.
Zatanna sighed and flopped onto a chunk of wall. "Can we file the yelling under post-battle debrief and maybe start triage? I think my spine is vibrating."
Lilly blinked, scanning the wreckage. Her eyes snapped to the crater.
"Why is he still twitching?"
Roslyn, still chewing. "Maybe he's dreaming of redemption arcs and cuddle puddles."
Zatanna muttered, "Not this again."
Clark stepped forward, preparing to laser-eye the bastard—but Lilly beat him to it. With a flick of her fingers and a muttered Gaelic invocation, a golden circle of runes exploded beneath Doomsday.
He bellowed one last time, furious and final.
Then the portal yawned wide and swallowed him into a furnace of solar fire.
Silence.
Steam.
And Roslyn, softly: "He gone."
Kara blinked. "Did you just yeet him into the sun?"
Lilly nodded. "Correct. And now I'm going to yeet you into detention."
"Even me?" Roslyn asked, eyes wide.
Lilly opened her mouth. Closed it. "...You get a stern warning and a juice box."
Roslyn fist-pumped. "Yes."
Clark dragged a hand down his face. "From now on: no more unsanctioned missions. No more fighting kaiju without authorization. No more AC/DC-themed attack names."
Hadrian groaned. "But I had a whole Thunderstruck thing queued up."
Donna elbowed him. "You flirted mid-fight."
Hadrian grinned. "I multitask under pressure. It's charming."
"It's stupid," she muttered, but her ears were pink.
Neville shook his head. "You two are the reason I have anxiety."
Zatanna stretched, eyes still glowing faintly. "Cool. We'll portal you to therapy after math class."
Kara glanced around. "Do we have to go back to school tomorrow?"
"Yes," said Clark and Lilly at the same time.
Roslyn made a face. "But it's Thirsty Thurssday, and I was looking forward to Grandma's famous Fried Chicken tonight."
Clark sighed. "We'll get takeout. After we explain to Mayor Lancer why Main Street looks like Godzilla got bored."
"Technically," Neville said, "it was Doomsday."
Lilly pointed a glowing finger at him. "One more quip, and I'm signing you up for choir."
They all froze in collective teenage horror.
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