The fight at Wayne Mansion ended quickly.
Clark used precise heat vision to disable weapons.
Bruce knocked out three men with calculated strikes.
Ojaga's ki blasts stunned the rest without killing them.
Within an hour, police sirens filled the driveway.
Joker and his gang were loaded into armored trucks, heading to Blackgate Prison.
Thomas and Martha Wayne were safe.
But Ojaga watched the trucks disappear with cold eyes.
Late that night, the mansion was quiet.
Clark sat in the living room, reading.
Bruce worked on case files in his study.
Ojaga slipped out the back door, moving like a shadow.
He flew silently toward Blackgate Prison.
Inside the prison, Joker laughed in his cell.
"They think bars can hold madness?" he whispered to his gang.
"Tomorrow, we'll be free. And the Wayne family will burn."
The other criminals nodded, planning their escape.
But they didn't notice the figure standing outside their window.
Ojaga's eyes glowed faintly in the darkness.
One by one, silently, the gang members stopped breathing.
No sound. No struggle.
Ojaga's ki was precise—stopping hearts instantly.
Joker looked up just as Ojaga appeared in his cell.
"You threatened my family," Ojaga said calmly.
Joker tried to laugh, but fear crept into his voice.
"You can't—heroes don't—"
"I'm not a hero," Ojaga replied. "I'm a protector."
Seconds later, it was over.
Ojaga returned to Wayne Mansion before dawn.
The next morning, Clark found Ojaga in the kitchen, eating breakfast quietly.
Clark sat down, his face serious.
"The news says Joker and his gang died in prison last night."
Ojaga didn't look up from his food.
"That's unfortunate."
Clark's voice was gentle but firm. "Why did you do that?"
Ojaga set down his fork and met Clark's eyes.
"You don't know what human minds are capable of. What they can do."
He leaned forward. "What if they escaped? Kidnapped your parents? Used them to force us to fight each other?"
Clark was quiet.
Ojaga continued, "What if they found your weakness and killed everyone you love?"
"Don't tell Bruce this," Ojaga added softly.
Clark nodded slowly and went to bed.
Ojaga headed to the gravity chamber for late-night training.
Suddenly, alarms screamed throughout Wayne Mansion.
Red lights flashed. Emergency broadcasts filled every screen.
Clark rushed downstairs.
Bruce appeared in his robe, alert.
Ojaga ran from the training room.
The holographic display showed Star Labs under attack.
Flying creatures with metal wings swarmed the building.
"Parademons," Bruce said grimly.
On screen, a young man named Victor Stone lay injured in the lab.
His father worked frantically over a glowing cube.
"Mother Box," Diana's voice came over the intercom. "I'm on my way."
The cube pulsed with energy, fusing with Victor's damaged body.
Metal and flesh combined.
Cyborg was born.
Diana burst into the room with Episteme, Dalma, and Mala.
"We need to get to Themyscira immediately," she said.
"The Mother Boxes are awakening. All three of them."
Bruce frowned. "What are Mother Boxes?"
Diana's face was grave. "Ancient weapons. And Steppenwolf is coming for them."
Hours later, the team stood in Queen Hippolyta's throne room on Themyscira.
The Queen's voice was heavy with memory.
"Long ago, before your world knew war, there was another conflict."
"The Old Gods fought their final battle, destroying their realm completely."
"From those ashes rose two worlds—New Genesis and Apokolips."
Clark listened intently.
"The beings of New Genesis created Mother Boxes using Element X," the Queen continued.
"This energy comes from the Source itself—the divine field that connects all life."
Bruce asked, "What do they do?"
"Everything," Hippolyta replied. "They heal, teleport, sense danger, communicate."
"They're not just tools—they're alive. They bond with their users emotionally."
Ojaga shifted. "And the bad guys?"
"Apokolips created Father Boxes," the Queen said darkly. "They enslave instead of free."
"Darkseid rules Apokolips. He seeks to control all life in the universe."
Diana stepped forward. "Thousands of years ago, Darkseid invaded Earth."
"He was defeated, but three Mother Boxes were left behind."
"One with the Amazons, one with Atlantis, one buried with humans," Hippolyta said.
"We've guarded them ever since."
Barry raised his hand. "So why are they waking up now?"
The Queen's eyes were grim. "Because Darkseid's general, Steppenwolf, has returned."
"He wants to unite the three boxes and terraform Earth into a copy of Apokolips."
Clark clenched his fists. "How do we stop him?"
"By protecting the boxes," Diana said. "And fighting with everything we have."
Bruce looked at the team. "Then we're going to war."
Ojaga smiled coldly. "Good. I was getting bored."
The Mother Box in the chamber pulsed, as if responding to their resolve.
Outside, thunder rolled across Themyscira's shores.
The ancient war was beginning again.