The Russian military facility was a fortress of concrete and steel.
Dozens of guards patrolled the perimeter.
Anti-aircraft guns tracked the sky.
But they weren't prepared for a coordinated superhero assault.
Ojaga descended from above, golden ki blazing around him.
"KI SOLAR ATTACK!"
His energy blasts carved through the outer walls like paper.
Alarms screamed as soldiers scrambled for positions.
Bruce followed in Shazam form, divine lightning crackling.
"SHAZAM'S THUNDER!"
Electricity arced between guard towers, disabling their communications.
Victor materialized through a boom tube inside the facility.
"Boom tube established. Extraction route secured."
J'onn phased through the walls, his Martian form invisible to human eyes.
Barry 1 vibrated through solid matter, moving faster than their security systems could detect.
Deep underground, they found him.
Clark Kent hung in an energy dampening chamber.
Red solar radiation weakened his Kryptonian physiology.
His Superman costume was torn, his face gaunt from months of captivity.
"Who are you?" Clark asked weakly as Ojaga shattered the containment field.
"Why are you rescuing me?"
Bruce stepped forward, removing his Shazam hood.
"I'm Bruce Wayne. From another timeline."
"And this is my brother, Ojaga."
J'onn placed his hand on Clark's forehead.
"Let me show you," the Martian said.
Memories flowed between them—images of their Earth, their battles with Darkseid, their families.
Clark's eyes widened as he saw alternate versions of himself.
"Another Earth," Clark whispered. "Where I have parents. Where I'm a hero."
"Where you saved the world," Bruce confirmed.
"But our timeline is in danger. We need your help."
Clark struggled to stand, his strength returning as distance from the red radiation grew.
"What do you need me to do?"
Solar Recharge
"First, you need power," Ojaga said. "Go to the sun."
Clark looked uncertain. "I've been weakened for so long..."
"Trust your body," Bruce encouraged. "Kryptonian cells remember how to absorb solar energy."
Clark nodded, floating upward.
He burst through the facility's ceiling, then accelerated toward space.
In Earth's orbit, he felt it immediately.
Pure yellow solar radiation, unfiltered by atmosphere.
His cells drank in the energy like a starving man at a feast.
Strength returned to his muscles.
His eyes began to glow with heat vision.
His cape fluttered in the solar wind.
For the first time in months, Clark Kent felt like Superman again.
When he returned to Earth, his presence radiated power.
J'onn shared more memories—showing Clark his life, his family, his purpose.
"Martha and Jonathan Kent," Clark said softly. "They're my parents in your world?"
"The best parents anyone could ask for," Bruce replied.
"And you'll meet them when we get home."
The Museum Heist
The Metropolitan Museum was closed for the night.
Security guards patrolled the halls, unaware of the invisible figures moving through the building.
J'onn phased through walls while the others followed more conventional routes.
"Ancient artifacts wing," Victor's voice crackled through their comms.
"Third floor, Egyptian section."
They found it in a climate-controlled display case.
The Helmet of Nabu.
Golden metal inscribed with hieroglyphics that seemed to move in the light.
Ancient. Powerful. Alive.
"That's it," Bruce confirmed. "Dr. Fate's helmet."
As J'onn reached for the case, the helmet began to glow.
It shattered the glass from the inside, floating toward the Martian.
"I am Nabu," a voice echoed in their minds. "Lord of Order."
"And you, J'onn J'onzz, have been chosen."
The helmet settled onto J'onn's head, transforming his appearance.
Golden light wrapped around his body.
Blue and gold robes materialized.
His eyes blazed with mystical energy.
"I see all timelines," J'onn said, his voice layered with cosmic authority.
"This reality is unstable. The barriers between worlds are weakening."
"We must act quickly."
The Final War
"First," Dr. Fate J'onn said, "we need the Mother Boxes from this timeline."
"But they're guarded by this world's Wonder Woman and Aquaman."
"They won't give them up easily."
Clark's jaw tightened. "Then we take them."
The battle took place on a plateau outside Washington D.C.
Diana of this timeline stood with her sword drawn.
Beside her, Arthur raised his trident.
Both wore government-issued armor, sworn to protect their world's interests.
"Stand down," Diana commanded. "Those artifacts belong to Earth."
"Not anymore," Ojaga replied, ki building around him.
The fight erupted instantly.
Diana's sword clashed with Bruce's lightning-enhanced fists.
Sparks flew as divine magic met Amazon steel.
Arthur's trident thrust toward Clark.
The Kryptonian caught it with both hands, stopping the attack cold.
"I don't want to hurt you," Clark said.
"Then surrender," Arthur replied, driving his knee toward Superman's ribs.
But the real battle was between Ojaga and both warriors simultaneously.
Diana's speed and Arthur's strength combined in perfect coordination.
They flanked him from both sides.
Sword strikes and trident thrusts coming faster than human eyes could follow.
Ojaga dodged, weaved, blocked with pure instinct.
"You're strong," Diana admitted, parrying his ki blast with her shield.
"But we've been fighting together for years."
Arthur's trident swept low while Diana attacked high.
Ojaga leaped over the trident, caught Diana's sword hand.
His other fist drove toward Arthur's chest.
But they were too experienced.
Arthur spun away from the punch.
Diana used Ojaga's grip on her hand to throw him over her shoulder.
He hit the ground hard, rolling to avoid Arthur's following strike.
"Tag team tactics," Ojaga muttered. "Time to level up."
Pseudo Super Saiyan
Golden energy erupted around Ojaga.
Not the full Super Saiyan transformation, but close.
His hair lifted slightly, flickering between black and gold.
His muscles expanded with controlled power.
His ki blazed like a miniature sun.
"PSEUDO SUPER SAIYAN!"
The power increase was dramatic.
His next punch shattered Diana's shield.
His kick sent Arthur flying a hundred yards.
"What kind of transformation is that?" Diana gasped.
"Saiyan evolution," Ojaga replied, energy crackling around his fists.
Diana and Arthur regrouped, but the gap in power was too large.
Ojaga moved faster than they could track.
His strikes hit with planet-shaking force.
Within minutes, both heroes lay unconscious.
"Sorry," Ojaga said, powering down. "But we need those Mother Boxes."
The Stabilization
With the Mother Boxes secured, the team worked frantically.
Captured scientists—their memories temporarily wiped by J'onn—built the quantum stabilizer.
Victor integrated the Mother Box technology.
Barry 1 charged the device with Speed Force energy.
"Timeline stabilization at 60%," Victor reported. "Rising to 80%."
Dr. Fate J'onn worked on Zoom.
The speedster's yellow lightning was extracted, refined, purified.
"This Speed Force energy belongs to Barry Allen," J'onn intoned.
He transferred it to Barry 1, whose connection to his home timeline strengthened.
"Barry," J'onn said, "you cannot stay too long in either universe."
"To stabilize them both, you must become a paradox."
"One day here, one day in your prime Earth."
Barry 1 nodded grimly. "Whatever it takes."
The quantum stabilizer reached 100%.
Both timelines solidified, their barriers strengthened.
"The immediate crisis is resolved," Dr. Fate J'onn announced.
"But greater challenges await."
The Favor
"Ojaga," Nabu's voice spoke through J'onn. "You and Bruce have saved this timeline from destruction."
"I am authorized to grant you one favor."
Ojaga thought carefully, then looked at Thomas and Martha Wayne.
"Can you summon one soul from the underworld or heaven?"
"I can," Nabu replied. "The energy barriers between life and death are weakened here."
"Various demons roam this world, but so do displaced souls."
"Can you summon Bruce's soul?" Ojaga asked. "The real son of Thomas and Martha?"
"I can find his soul," Nabu confirmed. "But I cannot create a body."
Ojaga smiled. "Leave that to us."
The Resurrection
At Gotham Cemetery, shovels bit into cold earth.
Thomas and Martha Wayne watched as Ojaga and Bruce exhumed their son's grave.
The bones were intact, preserved by expensive caskets.
"This feels wrong," Thomas whispered.
"It's necessary," Martha replied, tears in her eyes. "He deserves a second chance."
They collected bone fragments, hair samples, anything with DNA traces.
Victor's technology synthesized the genetic material.
"Bone marrow reconstruction complete," he reported.
"Basic skeletal and muscular framework ready."
"But this needs more than science," Bruce added.
The Lazarus Pit
The League of Assassins' sacred waters glowed green in the underground chamber.
The reconstructed body floated in the mystical pool.
Pale, perfect, waiting for life.
Dr. Fate J'onn hovered above, power radiating from Nabu's helmet.
"The soul calls to me from across dimensions," he intoned.
A portal opened in the air above the pit.
Beyond it lay a realm of pure white light.
In that space, a small figure wandered alone.
A boy, no more than ten years old.
"Bruce," Nabu called. "Bruce Wayne. Your family needs you."
The boy looked up, confused but hopeful.
"Mom? Dad?"
"They're waiting," Nabu said gently. "Come home."
The soul-light of young Bruce Wayne flowed through the portal.
It settled into the reconstructed body like water filling a cup.
The Lazarus waters boiled and churned.
The body convulsed as soul bonded with flesh.
Then stillness.
The boy's eyes opened.
Blue, like Thomas Wayne's.
Bright, like Martha Wayne's.
"Mom?" he whispered. "Dad? I had the strangest dream..."
Thomas and Martha Wayne collapsed to their knees beside the pit.
Their son—their real son—alive again.