Metropolis – 6:03 AM
The sun rose slow and quiet over the crystal towers of Metropolis.
Shadows stretched long across the city blocks as lights flickered on, one apartment at a time. Alarm clocks buzzed. Coffee brewed. Children in pajamas shuffled to breakfast. Tired workers stared out windows, yawning into their morning routines.
But today… a little was different.
Above the skyline — hovering like a rip in the heavens — was the breach. It had become a fixture, a glowing anomaly that never dimmed, casting pale white-blue light through bedroom windows and office glass. People had grown used to shielding their eyes from it at night.
Some joke its was another invasion.
Some a cosmic joke or a one up to the Government.
Or a Threat they did no understand.
No one truly knew what it meant.
But everyone felt it.
Something was coming.
That morning, the quiet tension reached its peak.
And then…
It broke.
A ripple spread across the sky. The breach pulsed, glowing brighter than before — and from its heart, a figure descended.
Clad in dark Kryptonian armor, the man landed in the middle of Fifth and Hanover, the shockwave rippling windows and halting traffic.
He stood tall, unmoved by the chaos around him.
His eyes scanned the waking world. No fear in them — only disdain.
Then the next came.
And another.
Ten. Fifteen. Twenty.
More Kryptonians emerged from the breach, raining down like silent meteors, landing on rooftops, sidewalks, parks, crosswalks — prisoners of the Phantom Zone reborn under Earth's yellow sun.
They looked around, breathing in the light. Their eyes began to glow.
***
Justice League Watchtower – Command Hub
"Contact confirmed," J'onzz said, his voice urgent. "Multiple Kryptonian signatures landing in Metropolis."
Batman stood before the main display, cloak draped over his shoulders, armor humming faintly with kryptonite-threaded circuits.
"What about Gotham?"
"Nothing," J'onzz answered wearily.
A warning blared through the Watchtower's interior. Red alert pulsed through every corridor.
"They've begun," Batman said flatly.
"Pairs," Wonder Woman ordered. "We drop in together."
Across the chamber, heroes moved — ready.
Flash tightened his gloves, nodding at Green lantern, who flexed his power ring.
Black Canary clicked on her comms.
"Let's go hunting," she said.
Green arrow who stood along pulled a hardened, glowing green arrow from his quiver.
Kara floated to the teleportation pad beside Kal, her red energized cloak fluttering in still air. Her expression was steel.
"No mercy this time," she said.
Kal nodded. "We stop them fast. Before they feel what the sun can do."
"I'll take the skies," Hal Jordan said, already glowing with emerald energy.
"Stick to containment. Don't go toe-to-toe," Batman instructed.
Krypto let out a low growl. Even he could feel it.
"Zod?" J'onzz asked.
"Not yet," Batman replied. "This is the first wave."
Then he gave the command:
"Deploy."
The League rained from the sky like gods of war.
Kara and Superman hit first, diving straight into the front lines.
Wonder Woman spun her lasso and tore through an armored Kryptonian mid-drop.
Canary's Sonic cry tore through the city, shaking the indestructible crystalline structure.
Green Arrow fired a kryptonite arrow into the shoulder of one—dropping him cold.
Hal constructed a dome to trap three — keeping them from catching full sunlight while deploying red sun cages.
Batman dropped in beside Flash, tossing down a dispersal bomb. A mist of green gas flooded the street.
Flash was already cuffing Kryptonians with Kryptonite braces.
The first Kryptonian choked, staggered — and Batman was already moving.
"Push them back!" Superman yelled, yeeting a Kryptonian across the street.
Across the city, battle erupted.
Buildings shook. Civilians silently watched.. The air was filled with the clash of titans.
But this was only the beginning.
Because somewhere… just beyond the breach…
Zod watched patently.
As the battle expanded across the city, the city became a war zone.
And leading that war...
Batman.
He moved through the shadows, cloaked in armor laced with kryptonite threads. He was the only human in a war of gods — and he moved like a ghost between giants.
The kryptonite dispersal drones he'd released earlier now blanketed the district in a red haze, distorting the solar absorption the Kryptonians craved. Dozens of them hovered above rooftops, releasing small pulses — invisible to the naked eye, but debilitating to Kryptonian cells.
Above, two Kryptonians attempted to take to the skies — fleeing into higher atmosphere.
Batman knelt.
CRACK!
The kryptonite rifle on his shoulder released a sonic thrum as a glowing green bolt streaked through the sky.
One down.
He adjusted. Fired again.
Two.
They dropped like falling stars, slamming into the ground with stunned groans.
"Containment complete on the east block," he spoke into comms.
Elsewhere
Green Lantern Hal Jordan soared overhead, flanked by a dozen emerald constructs. Among them: kryptonite laced baton and a microphone the size of a billboard.
"Canary, time to scream."
Black Canary inhaled deep.
The sound that followed ruptured air — a concussive shriek, amplified and redirected through the constructs.
The scream tore across the skyline and pierced every Kryptonian ear like razors dipped in fire.
They dropped, clutching their skulls, eyes bleeding red. Several crashed into buildings, stunned beyond coordination.
Green Lantern followed with a gigantic fist that smashed them to the ground.
"Nice Voice," Green Arrow commented as his arrows soared through the sky, taking out the rising Krytponians.
The Martian moved through smoke and ash, fists like green blurs as he collided with two Kryptonian warriors at once.
They were strong. But they weren't ready.
He phased through one's punch. Grabbed the other by the throat. Slammed them together like dolls.
They responded with heat vision.
J'onzz disappeared.
He reappeared behind them, driving a psychic blade into one's mind.
"I see your fears," he whispered.
Both dropped.
Diana descended like a meteor.
Sword in hand, lasso at her hip, tiara glinting with battle light.
Three Kryptonians rushed her at once.
She welcomed them.
Her shield clashed against one's punch — the sound echoing like thunder. Her sword found the Kryptonian's chest before her knee drove into another's gut, folding him like paper. The third? She clotheslined mid-flight, her arm barely moving.
"Your strength is borrowed," she spat.
She threw one through a car, crushed the second with a suplex that shattered his bones, then wrapped the third in her lasso — forcing him to scream secrets of Zod's plan.
She didn't smile. But her eyes burned with war.
And then… there was Kara.
No finesse.
No tactics.
Just fury.
She was a blur in the sky — a comet of fists and flame. Every punch sounded like a hammer slamming against flesh. One Kryptonian she uppercut so hard he flew halfway across the city before embedding in a rooftop, a blood spatter.
Another tried to grab her by the cape.
She twisted, ripped his armor off, and drove her knee into his chest. The shockwave made the crystalline city shudder.
"Stay down," she growled, but they weren't conscious.
So she kept going.
And going.
And going.
In the Watchtower
The onboard AI monitored the patterns of the Battle, relying information, coordination and weak points.
"They're dispersing," It informed. "Sector 4 is clear — Batman's cleared the rooftops!"
But Batman's voice was cold.
"This is too easy."
Superman hovered nearby, solar light still replenishing him. "Zod's not here yet."
Flash's appeared next to him. "They're... buying time?"
Superman's jaw tightened.
And at that moment — across the sky —
The breach pulsed.
The light shifted.
Red warning lights pulsed through the Watchtower's central hub. The air was electric with urgency.
"Detected Movements in the Breach" AI's voice cracked through the comms. "New Vitals detected in Gotham!"
On the central hologram, the tear over Gotham's skyline bloomed like glass flower.
J'onn narrowed his eyes. "A second legion?"
"Confirmed." AI' voice cut in, cold and clear. "Twenty four Kryptonian signatures emerging in the heart of the city."
Batman's expression didn't change, but his gauntlet lit up. "Remain at your stations. Gotham's defenses can handle it."
Diana blocked a solar powered punch with her shield, sliding across asphalt. "Twenty more?!"
Superman floated above, eyes scanning the distant horizon. "It's a diversion. Zod never intended a full assault on Metropolis."
"They're trying to spreading us thin," Batman growled. "Divide and overwhelm. It's tactical, but not optimal."
- - -
The sky cracked across Gotham
One after another, Kryptonians rained from the breach, their bodies slamming into the Gotham streets like divine artillery. Pavement shattered. Buildings trembled.
The shadows of Gotham were swallowed by blinding light.
But this city didn't break easily.
From the depths of Arkham rooftops and abandoned factories, Gotham's resistance lit up.
Gotham's Guardians and Monsters woke up.
Red sun lamps burst on.
Walls erected by Zion's dormant protocols unfolded from sewer entrances — old tech designed by Batman and Converted by Zion in preparation for this very nightmare.
The white crystalline city turned red, and a force field that spanned over the breach erected, turning the city into a NO KRYPTONIAN ZONE.
It was enough.
Not when the Kryptonians were just normal.
One of the Sentinels turned the confused Kryptonian into a cube with a dehydrator.
Another Kryptonian stared the grinning ten foot crocodile in the eyes.
The trees rose to be protectors, their veins a wipe that straightened the criminals
Gangs in hiding walked out into the light, weapons in hand.
"Let's show these aliens what Gotham does to gods!"
The city was rebelling.
As expected.
***
Metropolis – Skies
As the League battled fiercely above Metropolis, a new signal lit up their radar.
A triangle-shaped fleet of sleek black ships approached. Each humming with energy signatures dangerously close to Kryptonian levels.
"Who the hell is that?" Green Lantern barked.
Superman's eyes narrowed.
The ships halted above the battlefield—and then the sky turned green with glowing plasma.
Dozens of bots rained from the sky, each armed with anti-Kryptonian ordinance. Kryptonite spears. Red sun projectors. Molecular disruptors.
The bots landed with militaristic precision, targeting every airborne Kryptonian with ruthless efficiency.
From the center ship, a single drop-pod descended and crashed into the pavement, steam hissing from its sides.
When the doors opened—
Lex Luthor stepped out.
Clad in a newer, sleeker Warsuit of his own design. Kryptonite pulsed at its core, laced into its joints. His cold eyes swept the battlefield like a king surveying his broken kingdom.
Superman landed hard nearby, cracking the street.
"Lex."
Lex gave a small, annoyed smirk. "I see you're still breathing."
"You didn't have to come."
"No. But I did," Lex said. "Because no one—no one—gets to kill you but me."
Superman glanced around at the bots vaporizing Kryptonian criminals.
"I'm not here to help you, Superman. I'm here to ensure they don't get in my way."
"Thanks for helping."
"This," Lex said, stepping forward, his armor glowing bright green, "is why I think you should be eradicated."
Superman said nothing. But his jaw tightened.
Above them, Lex's bots shifted formation.
And for the first time in a while—
Superman and Lex stood on the same side of the battlefield.
***
"They are doing better than I expected."
Zion mused, taking a bite out of a sandwich as dozens of live feeds from Metropolis and Gotham floated near the dinning table.
On one monitor, Batman pulled a Kryptonian to the ground before punching him with a kryptonite laced brass knuckle. On another, Killer Croc was using a car to batter a depowered invader into pulp. On another, an ice wave spread through the streets.
On one, Kara was using another Kryptonian to beat other Kryptonians.
"Are you not going to help?" Rachel asked, sitting across the dinning table with her sister. Cass looked at him curious — expectant.
"I will... after I send you off to school," Zion answered as he finished his food.
The kids gave him that face that said, 'Really?'
"I am not procrastinating, alright," Zion tried. "I am just waiting waiting for things to go wrong."
"Why not before?" Cass questioned.
Zion paused and thought, his head bobbing left and right as he thought. "If I solve all the problem of the world, when will other rise to fight it. It should be the people who solve their own problems."
Cass quickly signed instead of speaking. Signing was still faster to her.
"Oh Language! Where did you learn that?," Zion looked exasperated like only a parent would. "We need to have a talk about this. "
"You just don't want to help ," Rachel said before jumping down from her chair. Cass followed her with a huff.
"It's not that simple. If I go and solve every problem... Problems like these…" He gestured at the monitors, trying to explain himself. "Should be solved by the people. By the heroes. That's how they grow."
"Sounds like an excuse," Rachel said, stepping toward the front door.
"Sounds like wisdom," Zion shot back, though without much heat.
"Sounds like laziness," Rachel replied, opening the door.
Cass petted their two pets, Ship and Eon — the alien dog and the prideful cat, both of whom purred affectionately at her touch.
"Bye, Ship. Bye, Eon," Rachel said, tossing a wave over her shoulder.
Zion leaned back as the door shut. "They grow up too fast…"