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The chapel smelled of cedar and rain—clean, solemn, a thin, brittle sort of peace that couldn't hold back the weight in the room. Three coffins lay side by side beneath the stained glass, each one draped in a simple black cloth. Superman stood before them like a statue, jaw clenched, hands folded until his knuckles burned.
"They were good people… heroes," he said, voice hollow. "And I failed to save them." His eyes lifted, as if searching for a face that wasn't there. "Just like I failed to save Lois."
A soft presence folded into him. Diana's arms came around his shoulders, strong and sure. Her voice was steadier than the tremor in his. "It wasn't only you who failed. We were lenient with the Resistance. We offered them a line to step back from—and they crossed it. We gave them chances. That ends now."
She drew back and the room seemed to thicken with purpose. "No more prisons," she said, words falling like iron. "They destroyed one we built. The answer is final. Death."
The others in the room responded like soldiers to a drumbeat. Sinestro inclined his head, the cold diplomacy of a conqueror. "The Corps stands ready for your orders."
"Regime forces are mobilized," Deathstroke said, voice clipped, efficient. "If they want war, we will give them war."
Black Adam's growl was a thing of granite and oath. "You are the king now. Mercy for those who deserve it only. They have crossed every limit."
Hawkwoman's eyes shone with grief sharpened into something harder. "My husband died for you. Grant me my vengeance."
Flash—Barry—opened his mouth, a plea trying to breathe between grief and reason. "Hey—aren't we—aren't we going too far? These were people we fought beside for years. Capture them—judge them—don't—"
Diana's hand snapped into the air like a verdict. "Barry! You either stand with us or you stand with them. There is no middle ground. They crossed the line. Hesitation will get us all killed."
Silence fell around the word. Superman turned, the weight of leadership settling on his shoulders like fresh iron. He looked at the faces gathered—grim, broken, ready.
"Jason Anderson," he said, the name spat out as if it burned. "Whoever he is… I will end him. And all of them."
He stepped forward, the chapel no longer a place of mourning but a war room in embryo. "If I want true peace," he told them in a voice that carried the freeze of absolute conviction, "I must act like a leader. And as your leader—here is my order: we are at war. With anyone tied to the Resistance."
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Jason surveyed the assembled faces with the practiced calm of a man who had just finished a trick and was waiting for the applause.
"Well? Impressed now?" he asked, voice easy, like a man asking about the weather.
Batman's jaw was a line. "You released a bunch of criminals. Why should I be impressed?" His words were flat—legal, moral—everything Jason had set out to complicate.
Jason sighed, amused. "A bunch of prisoners who will do anything you ask them to. Ain't that right, fools?" He let his gaze sweep the yard.
Two hundred hardened faces turned toward him. They nodded—slow, hesitant, coated in a new kind of reverence. Not the reverence of love, but the cold respect that comes when someone redefines the rules of survival. They had watched him tear through the Regime's Supermax, watched their collars fall, watched the statues be torn down and the guards fall. They had seen heroes die. They had seen him carve a way out of the Mariana Trench.
That fear and awe made a strange loyalty.
Jason let the silence sit a beat longer, savoring it like a vintage. "See?" he said quietly. "Now make the plan for war. You said Superman is holed up in the Hall of Justice, sitting on a throne like a king, right? Well… all kings fall eventually."
He turned away before the room could erupt into debate or instruction. The work was done for the moment; strategies would come, plans would be made. For now, he needed one simple thing.
It was time for a nap.
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"Here you go, Guy. Take this."Batman set a reinforced box on the table. Guy opened it without ceremony—an old, scuffed Green Lantern ring rolled into his palm and slid onto his finger.
"Oh hell yeah. Best feeling ever." Guy's grin split his face as the green light flared back to life. "Where'd you find this?"
"After Billy died," Batman said flatly, "I stole it and hid it."
Mr. Terrefic approached, slow and cautious. "So you found him in another world. He's strong—but not the type you'd pick."
Batman didn't bother with a long answer. "I had no choice. With you arrested and the research stalled, I activated the portal at random and landed in his world. It's similar to ours, but Superman hadn't gone mad there. Instead, there's this kid." He jabbed a thumb toward the Warworld's holomap. "Strong enough to do what Clark is doing now—but he didn't go as far. He kills, yes, but only those he decides can't come back."
"And you're okay with that?" Mr. Terrefic asked.
"No." Batman's voice was blunt. "The kid's got a god complex. I don't like it. But at least he keeps the public out of it and doesn't kill indiscriminately. Our Clark is beyond that. He attacks critics, murders resistors, imprisons people for trivial offenses. He's a maniac. The only way to stop a maniac is with another kind of force—someone who can match him."
"Fight fire with fire, then," Guy said, shrugging.
"Something like that," Batman replied. "Once our fire does the work, we send this other fire back through the portal."
Mr. Terrefic blinked. "So that's why I was the first target to free? The kid wanted a guaranteed way home?"
"Yes," Batman said. "But I trust him enough to carry this fight through. Now—let's focus. The real deal: war on the Regime."
Mr. Terrefic ran a hand over his jaw. "Superman's making a public announcement tomorrow morning—mourning Hal and the others. We use that. We crash the memorial and take him down."
Batman nodded once. "Then it's settled. The war starts tomorrow."
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