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Days drifted by after the Rimbor massacre — days of uneasy calm beneath the shadow of something far greater. The shockwaves of Jason's actions had echoed through the stars. Planets that once mocked Earth now whispered its name with trembling reverence. Empires that once sought to conquer it began to reconsider, and the great powers of the cosmos watched silently, each waiting for the inevitable storm that was to come.
For it was no longer a matter of if — but when.
The war between Apokolips and Earth was coming.
Apokolips — the world forged in fire and shadow, ruled by a god whose very name crushed lesser wills — Darkseid. His dominion stretched across countless systems, his armies unending, his will unbending. For millennia, he had waged war upon New Genesis, the eternal rival whose light stood against his darkness. That conflict had raged for over four thousand years, its scars burned into the stars themselves. It was the only thing that kept his gaze from consuming the rest of existence.
But even war has seasons.
And for the first time in centuries, the infernal ruler stirred anew.
Inside his obsidian throne hall, the air trembled with raw cosmic power. Flames from the molten pits of Apokolips licked the edges of the chamber as Desaad, twisted and pale, approached his master with a grin that promised wicked revelations.
"My Lord…" Desaad began, bowing low, his voice crawling across the stones. "Granny has sent word. Word of a discovery most… intriguing. It may hold the key to our Parademon evolutions — the completion of our Paradoom initiative. With it, the war could end in our favor sooner than expected."
From the great throne, Darkseid's crimson eyes burned with terrible curiosity. "Then speak, Desaad."
Desaad's grin widened. "It seems remnants of the Doomsday Project have been uncovered. A fragment of Luthor's lost archives survived — files buried deep on Earth. If recovered, they could allow us to perfect our Paradooms. Imagine it, my lord — armies of Parademons with Doomsday's regenerative might, capable of tearing through gods and men alike."
Darkseid leaned forward, the shadows deepening around him. "And with that… both New Genesis and Earth would crumble before me. Then, finally, the Anti-Life Equation shall be mine."
A thin smile touched his lips — cold, cruel, inevitable.
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Meanwhile, on Earth, the story was already beginning to unfold.
Jason stood amidst the ruins of a shattered laboratory, once sterile and silent, now nothing but twisted steel and flickering lights. The air still smelled of ozone and blood. Every monitor was cracked, every file burned. The symbol stamped on the wall told the whole story — a faded Cadmus insignia.
"Do we have anything?" Jason's voice was low, even, his eyes scanning through debris.
"Not much," answered Black Canary, crouching by a melted data terminal. "This whole place… it was funded under the table by Lex Luthor himself. Even after his death, someone kept it running — someone with deep pockets and powerful connections. Whoever that was, they covered their tracks perfectly."
From the far end of the lab, Zatanna approached, her cloak trailing through the ash. She knelt, drawing symbols in the dust, her lips whispering a reversal spell. The air shimmered briefly, then shattered like glass. She sighed. "It's no use. This place was warded by a powerful mage — stronger than me, maybe even Constantine. Whatever they didn't burn, they hid."
Jason exhaled, his patience thin. "Then we're blind. Great. But tell me — why here? Of all places, why would the Joker hit this lab? I thought he'd be busy playing his usual games with Batman."
Zatanna's gaze hardened. "It's because of you."
Jason turned to her, brow raised.
"The Joker knows Batman won't kill him — but you will," she said plainly. "He's not reckless. Every move he makes has purpose, even when it looks insane. I think he's doing something to get rid of you, Jason. Something… bigger."
Jason's jaw tightened. "If he's planning something, we'll deal with it when it shows up. For now, I'd rather get Batman on this. He's the best investigator we've got, and this kind of setup — Cadmus, secret funding, magic wards — it reeks of his territory."
Black Canary folded her arms. "Good luck with that. He's been off-grid since the Justice League's split. Cut off all contact with the League — even Alfred's messages bounce."
"Then maybe Barry," suggested Zatanna. "If anyone can reach him, it's the Flash. They're close — but convincing Barry to help you…" She trailed off with a wry look.
Jason pinched the bridge of his nose and muttered, "Great. The one time I actually want to do this the old-fashioned way."
He looked around once more at the broken lab, the silent machines, the faint hum of something still alive beneath the wreckage. His instincts whispered that this wasn't over.
"Keep searching," he ordered quietly. "Whatever Cadmus was doing here — and whoever the Joker's working with — it's tied to something a hell of a lot worse than we think."
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"Ugh—why is she taking so long to reply? Ugh! It was SO. MUCH. FUN. Me. Batman. Gotham. Just us and our little games. Nostalgia is a knife. Now I have to waste my time on Jason Anderson? Bomb his house, maybe—just a little laugh toxin mixed in, real classy. That would get him. No, no—would only aggravate him. Still, hilarious. Oh, maybe I should do it."
Joker muttered to himself as he paced the cracked concrete of the abandoned hanger, the sound of his shoes a nervous metronome. He stopped, grinned like a child with a secret, and dug theatrically into his jacket.
A heavy footfall cut the air. The hanger door groaned open. A tall woman with a shock of white hair stepped in, soldiers filing behind her like obedient punctuation.
"So—so you're here…" the old woman drawled.
"Oh! GRANNY GOODNESS!" Joker crowed, throwing his arms wide with ridiculous affection. "A pleasure! Big fan of your…lovely, worthless work." He spun, flourished, and revealed a ridiculous mountain of folders stacked like school projects pulled from Cadmus. "These little love notes from the science fair? All yours. And this," he said, drawing a tiny vial of dark, gleaming blood from his inner pocket, "is the blood of none other than the big blue boy himself. Ha! Superman!" He rolled the vial across his knuckles, eyes bright with a child's glee. "Once Darkside deals with Jason Anderson—hand him over—and you get this, and then, oh then—Batsy and I? We'll pick up where we left off."
Granny Goodness's eyes pinched into thin lines. "Good. Finally—something useful." Her finger found a hidden button and the floor answered. A portal yawned open beneath Joker's feet. In an instant he and his pile of files vanished through the rip.
He hit air and looked up into a face like an eclipse—Darkside. For a moment the world narrowed to cold metal and absolute, terrible presence. Joker fumbled for the vial but Steppenwolf's armored boot locked his wrist. With a swift, brutal motion the vial was lifted free and presented to Darkseid.
"My Lord… the vial," Steppenwolf intoned.
"YOU CHEATING BASTARDS!" Joker shrieked, lunging in words if not in body. "How dare you—DOUBLE CROSS me! I did a lot of work to get that! Well, steal it, but still—how dare you!" Steppenwolf's hand closed on Joker's throat and raised him like a puppet.
"You dare shout at Our lord?" Steppenwolf rumbled, fingers tightening.
"Leave him," Darkside said, voice flat as a falling slab, and passed the vial to Dasaad.
"Why, my Lord?" Steppenwolf demanded. "This pathetic human does not deserve to live."
"He has his use," Darkside replied. "Only him can deal with Batman. So let him—"
"HAH! Listen to your master, you stupid demon-looking fool!" Joker mocked through clenched teeth, his grin a practiced show even as darkness clouded his vision. Steppenwolf's fist answered, and the world went black.
"He'll do nicely for the dungeon," Steppenwolf said, hauling Joker away.
And so—Darkside had what he wanted: the files and the blood. The raw pieces to forge another Doomsday.
Joker's laughter, cut and ragged, echoed down the corridor as they dragged him off. It was a sound both frightening and, in its own way, unapologetically delighted — because if there was one thing the Clown Prince loved more than chaos, it was the promise that the game was far from over.
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