Ojaga knelt beside Bruce's still body, his mind racing.
Previous life memories flickered through his consciousness like old film reels.
Stories of resurrection. Legends of second chances.
The Mother Boxes weren't just weapons—they were conduits of life itself.
"That's it," he whispered. "The Life Equation."
A metallic whirring sound caught his attention.
In the distance, a figure approached through the devastation.
Tall, angular, with the distinctive sound of transforming machinery.
Camera drones circled the stranger like mechanical vultures.
Ojaga's enhanced senses detected the alien technology immediately.
The figure reached for one of the fallen Mother Boxes with mechanical precision.
"Specimen acquired," it said in a synthesized voice. "Data collection complete."
Ojaga's eyes blazed with residual Super Saiyan fury.
"Get away from that!"
He launched himself across the ice like a golden meteor.
His fist connected with the transformer's chest.
The impact sent the mechanical being flying like a cannonball.
It crashed into an ice formation half a mile away.
Metal parts scattered across the snow.
When the debris settled, a man in a high-tech suit emerged from the wreckage.
Dark hair, calculating eyes, advanced armor.
Something about him felt familiar to Ojaga—another genius, another outsider.
But right now, Ojaga didn't care about anyone except his brother.
"Stay away from the Mother Box," he growled.
The stranger raised his hands and backed away silently.
Ojaga grabbed the pulsing cube of alien technology.
Its energy resonated with something deep in his Saiyan blood.
Around the battlefield, the other heroes were beginning to stir.
Diana pushed herself up from the rubble, wincing at her injuries.
Clark's hand broke through the ice covering him.
Diana approached Ojaga cautiously.
She had seen his Super Saiyan transformation.
Witnessed him single-handedly destroy Darkseid's elite forces.
The terror and respect in her eyes was unmistakable.
She nodded once—warrior to warrior.
"What do you need?" she asked simply.
"Help me gather everyone," Ojaga said, cradling the Mother Box. "Especially Dr. Fate."
"And Bruce?" Diana asked gently.
"Bruce comes with us. I'm not leaving him behind."
Diana's expression softened. "Ojaga, he's—"
"He's my brother," Ojaga said firmly. "And I don't abandon family."
Twenty minutes later, they had loaded their wounded into a sleek aircraft.
Clark supported J'onn J'onzz, whose green skin was pale from Darkseid's attack.
Barry limped aboard, his speed-healing working on his injuries.
Victor's cybernetic body sparked intermittently, systems damaged.
Diana carried the unconscious Dr. Fate.
Ojaga held Bruce's body in his arms, refusing to let anyone else touch him.
"Jarvis," Ojaga called to the aircraft's AI system. "Scan for the League of Assassins hideout near the Himalayas."
"Scanning, sir," the AI responded. "I have detected multiple human signatures with above-average strength readings in the deep Himalayan region."
Clark frowned weakly. "The League of Assassins? Why?"
"Because they have something I need," Ojaga said grimly. "The Lazarus Pit."
One Hour Later - Himalayan Mountains
The aircraft landed outside an ancient fortress built into the mountainside.
Hundreds of ninja warriors emerged from hidden positions.
Their leader, Ra's al Ghul, descended stone steps with regal authority.
"You dare bring your war to my sanctuary?" he demanded.
Ojaga stepped forward, still carrying Bruce.
"I need the Lazarus Pit. Now."
Ra's al Ghul smiled coldly. "The Pit is not for outsiders. Especially not for—"
Ojaga moved faster than the assassins could react.
His fist caught Ra's al Ghul in the stomach.
The ancient warrior doubled over, gasping.
"That wasn't a request," Ojaga said.
The League assassins attacked simultaneously.
Diana drew her sword, cutting through their ranks.
Clark, despite his weakened state, moved with precision.
But most of the work was done by Ojaga's residual power.
His punches sent assassins flying into stone walls.
His ki blasts carved through their weapons.
In five minutes, the legendary League of Assassins was defeated.
Ra's al Ghul struggled to his feet, blood running from his mouth.
"The Pit... will not restore... what Darkseid's omega energy destroyed."
"Maybe not alone," Ojaga said. "But with this..."
He held up the Mother Box, its energy pulsing.
Ra's al Ghul's eyes widened. "You would risk corrupting the sacred waters?"
"I'd risk everything," Ojaga replied. "Take us to the Pit. Now."
The Lazarus Pit Chamber
Deep beneath the fortress, green waters bubbled in an ancient stone pool.
The air hummed with mystical energy that predated human civilization.
Dr. Fate had regained consciousness during the flight.
Now he examined the setup with growing concern.
"The Mother Box's energy signature," Fate said slowly, "it's not just alien technology."
"It contains fragments of the Life Equation—the opposite of Darkseid's Anti-Life Equation."
Clark stepped closer. "What does that mean?"
"It means Bruce's soul isn't just gone," Dr. Fate explained. "It's trapped between dimensions."
"The omega beam didn't just kill him—it bound his essence to Darkseid's power."
Diana's face went pale. "So even if we heal his body..."
"His soul remains enslaved," Dr. Fate finished. "We need more than resurrection magic."
"We need someone who can navigate the space between life and death."
Ojaga's jaw tightened. "Then we find someone."
Dr. Fate nodded. "I know someone. But you won't like the price."
"John Constantine," Dr. Fate said. "He can open doorways to other dimensions."
"But he'll want a favor in return. And his favors... they tend to be dangerous."
"I don't care," Ojaga said immediately. "Call him."
Dr. Fate began casting a summoning spell.
Golden symbols appeared in the air, forming a complex pattern.
A portal of cigarette smoke and whiskey fumes opened.
John Constantine stepped through, trench coat billowing.
"Well, well," he said in his British accent. "The famous Saiyan who made Darkseid run home crying."
"I heard you need a resurrection. Nasty business, that."
"Can you help?" Ojaga asked bluntly.
Constantine examined Bruce's body, then looked at the Mother Box.
"Omega beam through the chest, soul trapped in the Anti-Life Equation..."
"Yeah, I can help. But it'll cost you."
"Name your price," Ojaga said.
Constantine smiled coldly. "One favor. Anything I ask, anytime I ask."
"Deal."
"Right then," Constantine said. "We'll need backup for this one."
He began chanting in an ancient language.
Reality bent around his words.
Another portal opened—this one wreathed in holy light and shadow.
A figure stepped through that made everyone except Constantine step backward.
Tall, beautiful, terrible.
Wings that could be angel or demon depending on the light.
Lucifer Morningstar.
"Johnny," Lucifer said pleasantly. "You called in quite the favor for this one."
"The kid saved Earth," Constantine replied. "Seems worth it."
Lucifer examined Bruce's body with professional interest.
"Darkseid's work. Crude but effective."
"The soul is trapped in a prison of pure despair and hopelessness."
"But not unreachable."
He looked at Ojaga. "You understand what you're asking?"
"Bringing someone back from Darkseid's realm changes them."
"I don't care," Ojaga said. "He's my brother."
Lucifer nodded. "Then let's begin."
Constantine and Dr. Fate formed a triangle around the Lazarus Pit.
Mystical energy began to spiral upward.
"Victor," Ojaga called. "Can you charge the Mother Box with the Life Equation?"
Victor's cybernetic eye glowed. "I can try. But I'll need a power source."
Barry stepped forward. "Use my speed force. Whatever you need."
Ojaga lowered Bruce's body into the green waters.
The mystical energy immediately began working on the physical wounds.
But the hole in Bruce's chest remained—a wound in his very soul.
Constantine's magic reached into other dimensions.
Dr. Fate channeled Order itself.
Lucifer's power touched the realm between Heaven and Hell.
"There!" Dr. Fate shouted. "I can see his soul!"
A small orb of lightning flickered in the mystical field above the pit.
Bruce's essence, trapped but still fighting.
Lucifer reached out with impossible grace and captured the soul-light.
"Strong will," he observed. "Even trapped, he refuses to break."
Barry began running in place, generating Speed Force energy.
Lightning crackled around him as he pushed himself to the limit.
Victor interfaced directly with the Mother Box.
"Charging the Life Equation," he announced. "Transferring energy to the Pit."
Pure life energy flowed into the green waters.
Bruce's body began to glow.
The hole in his chest slowly started to close.
His heart, silent for hours, began to beat.
Lucifer placed the soul-orb against Bruce's forehead.
"Welcome back to the land of the living," he said softly.
Bruce's eyes snapped open.
But they were wild, unfocused.
He screamed and thrashed in the water, attacking everything within reach.
The Lazarus Pit's madness had taken hold.
"Bruce!" Ojaga dove into the pit, wrapping his arms around his friend.
"It's me! It's Ojaga! You're safe!"
Bruce fought against him with supernatural strength.
But Ojaga held on, letting Bruce's punches land.
"Brother," he whispered. "Say Shazam. You remember? Say Shazam."
Through the madness, something flickered in Bruce's eyes.
Recognition.
"Sha... Shazam?" he whispered.
Lightning struck the chamber.
Not from outside—from Bruce himself.
The magical lightning of the ancient wizard flowed through his body.
Purifying. Cleansing. Restoring his mind.
When the light faded, Bruce Wayne stood in the pit, transformed.
But something was different.
His muscles were more defined.
His eyes held ancient wisdom.
Power radiated from him that hadn't been there before.
"Ojaga?" he said clearly. "What happened? Why do I feel so... different?"
Ojaga hugged his brother tightly. "You died. We brought you back."
"And maybe made you a little bit immortal in the process."
Bruce looked at his hands, watching energy flow beneath his skin.
"I remember... darkness. Despair. Then light."
He looked around at the assembled heroes and mystical beings.
"How many cosmic entities did you call in to save me?"
"All of them," Ojaga said firmly. "And I'd do it again."
Lucifer smiled. "Well, this has been entertaining. But I have other appointments."
He opened a portal and stepped through.
Constantine followed. "Remember, kid—you owe me."
Dr. Fate nodded approvingly. "The balance is restored."
Bruce stepped out of the Lazarus Pit, fully healed.
The hole in his chest was gone.
His strength felt limitless.
"So," he said, flexing his fingers as lightning danced between them.
"Did we win?"
Ojaga grinned. "We did more than win. We made Darkseid run home crying."
"Good," Bruce said, his voice carrying new authority. "Then let's make sure he never comes back."
The Wayne brothers stood together once more.
One a Super Saiyan who had conquered gods.
The other a half-immortal wielder of divine lightning.
Earth's greatest protectors had returned.
And they were stronger than ever.