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"Are we really ready? Without Jason?"
Raven stood at the edge of the staging area, her arms wrapped around herself, her eyes fixed on the rows of soldiers and constructs and glowing rings being prepared for battle. Zatanna moved through the chaos with practiced ease, directing teams, checking equipment, her hands never still.
"Yes. We are." Zatanna didn't look up from the tablet she was scrolling through. "Jason trusts us to survive without him." She tapped the screen, marked something complete. "And we will."
She finally looked at Raven, her expression softening.
"Diana is managing the WarWorld as we speak. She's our first line of defense."
"But isn't she—" Raven started.
"Yes." Zatanna cut her off, her voice gentle but firm. "She is. But it's okay." She gestured at a corner of the room where a shimmering portal stood ready, its edges crackling with energy. "We've prepared a gate inside the WarWorld. If something bad happens, she'll just escape."
Raven followed her gaze, then looked back at the rows of soldiers.
"The Cursed Lanterns will be our second line of defense." Zatanna ticked off points on her fingers. "They aren't as ready as the rest of us, but they will do." Another finger. "And finally, the demon army brought by Mazikeen. Our last line of defense." She spread her hands. "Before we finally have to end up fighting."
She smiled—bright, confident, the smile of someone who had already run the numbers and liked the answer.
"It's a perfect plan for now. Even Batman thinks it's a great plan." She stepped closer to Raven. "So there's nothing to worry about." Her voice dropped, became something warmer. "We will make Jason proud. He'll be back to find us having already defeated Darkseid and his army."
Raven was silent for a moment. Then she nodded.
"Be ready, Raven." Zatanna placed a hand on her shoulder. "You may not know it, but you're one of our strongest assets."
Raven met her eyes. "Okay." Her voice was steadier now. "Yeah. I'm ready." She paused. "I'll make Jason proud."
Zatanna smiled.
On the Pantheon Command Center, Bruce sat surrounded by screens.
Each monitor showed something different—troop movements, orbital trajectories, the deployment of forces across the solar system. His fingers moved across keyboards, adjusting parameters, confirming readiness, running calculations that would have taken a normal human hours to complete.
"How close are they?" His voice was flat, controlled.
The screen in front of him showed a live feed from the outer system. Thousands of miles away, deep in space around the orbit of Jupiter, the WarWorld floated—massive, dark, bristling with weapons that had been waiting centuries to be used.
Inside that world, a single figure sat waiting.
Diana of Themyscira. Wonder Woman. The only one aside from Jason who had completely grasped how to control the WarWorld. She sat in the command throne, her hands resting on the armrests, her eyes fixed on the viewport ahead of her.
"I can see them." Her voice came through the comm, steady and clear. "I think I'll be making contact in about three minutes."
Bruce's fingers paused over the keyboard. "Okay." He leaned back in his chair. "Proceed as planned." His voice softened, just slightly. "Good luck, Diana."
"Of course." Diana's voice carried a hint of a smile. "I'll make sure of that."
Bruce was quiet for a moment. Then:
"Give them Hell."
Diana didn't respond. The comm went silent.
On the screen, the WarWorld began to move.
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"My Lord." Desaad's voice slithered through the silence of the throne room, echoing off walls that had witnessed the death of worlds. "We can see the WarWorld already." He turned toward the throne, his posture bent, his smile eager. "Shall we engage?"
Darkseid sat motionless, his massive form carved from stone and shadow, his eyes fixed on the viewscreen before him. The image displayed his fleet....nine hundred massive ships arranged in perfect formation, their hulls black as void, their weapons primed and waiting. Each vessel carried hundreds of Parademons within its holds. Tens of Paradooms....the new evolved variants, finally perfected by Desaad after the incident with the Absolute Joker—waited in their own compartments, their bodies crackling with stolen power.
Darkseid's lips curved into something that was almost a smile.
"Engage."
The order rippled through the fleet. Engines ignited. Formations shifted. The nine hundred ships surged forward as one, a tide of darkness rushing toward the distant WarWorld.
The WarWorld saw them coming.
Diana sat in the command throne, her hands resting on the armrests, her eyes tracking the approaching fleet across a dozen screens. The WarWorld's sensors had detected the enemy moments after they had left Jupiter's orbit. She had been watching them ever since.
"Here we go," she murmured.
Her fingers moved across the controls.
The WarWorld answered.
Massive cannons emerged from its surface....turrets the size of cities, barrels that stretched for miles. Energy gathered in their cores, glowing red and gold and blue, each weapon drawing power from the artificial sun that burned at the WarWorld's heart. The first volley launched before Darkseid's fleet could enter firing range...a salvo of rockets and plasma bolts and concentrated laser beams that crossed the void in seconds.
The fleet returned fire.
The space between them became a storm of light and death. Darkseid's ships launched their own missiles, their own beams, their own relentless barrage. The WarWorld's defense field flickered to life...a shimmering dome of energy that absorbed the incoming fire, deflected the lasers, detonated the rockets before they could reach the surface. Explosions bloomed across the field like flowers made of fire, harmless, beautiful, and utterly useless.
The WarWorld's weapons found their marks.
Fifty-five ships erupted in the first exchange. Darkseid's vessels....massive, powerful, state-of-the-art...were torn apart by the WarWorld's ancient weaponry. Hulls split. Engines exploded. Crews died before they knew they were under attack. Debris scattered across the battlefield, some of it large enough to still carry weapons, some of it small enough to be mistaken for stars.
The remaining ships pressed forward.
The WarWorld's defense field held.
Diana watched the numbers drop on her screen. Fifty-five ships destroyed. Another twenty damaged, falling back, trailing fire and atmosphere. The WarWorld's cannons continued to fire, relentless, methodical, each shot aimed with precision that no human crew could match.
She allowed herself a small smile.
Then the smile faded.
A ship at the center of the fleet was moving differently. It was larger than the others...not by much, not enough to be noticeable at first glance, but Diana had been trained to notice. Its hull was darker. Its formation was tighter. Its escorts were positioned with a care that bordered on reverence.
Her hands tightened on the armrests.
Darkseid emerged from the top of his flagship.
He did not fly. He did not leap. He simply stepped out of the hull as if walking through a door, his massive form silhouetted against the light of distant stars, his cape spreading behind him like wings of shadow. The vacuum of space did not touch him. The cold did not affect him. He was Darkseid, and the universe bent to his presence.
His eyes began to glow.
The Omega Beams lanced across the void....twin threads of red-black destruction that moved not in straight lines but in angles that should not exist. They zigzagged through the battlefield, weaving between his own ships, threading through debris and fire and dying vessels, until they struck the WarWorld's defense field.
The field held.
For a moment.
Darkseid did not relent. His eyes continued to burn, the Omega Beams continued to pour from them, a sustained assault that no other being in existence could maintain. The defense field flickered. Dimmed. Cracks formed in its surface....tiny at first, then spreading, then gaping wide.
The field broke.
Diana felt it through the WarWorld's systems....a shudder, a scream, a sudden vulnerability where there had been none. The shields that had protected her from Darkseid's fleet were gone, and the remaining ships were already firing.
"Shield is down," she said into the comm. Her voice was calm, professional, betraying nothing. "Initiating Plan B."
Her fingers flew across the controls. Auto-battle mode engaged....the WarWorld's weapons would continue to fire, continue to fight, continue to sell themselves as dearly as possible. She didn't wait to see the results.
She walked through the gate.
The WarWorld fought on without her.
Its cannons continued to fire. Its missiles continued to launch. Its hull absorbed damage that would have shattered planets, returned fire that would have ended civilizations. But without its shield, without Diana's guidance, it was bleeding.
Darkseid's ships closed in.
The WarWorld exploded.
Not slowly. Not piece by piece. All at once...a detonation that turned the ancient weapon into a second sun, a sphere of light and heat that expanded outward in every direction, consuming everything in its path. Two hundred ships vanished in that light. Not damaged. Not disabled. Gone.
Debris scattered across the battlefield. Most of it was small....shrapnel, fragments, the remains of vessels that had been too close and too slow. One piece was larger. One piece tumbled through space, silent and deadly, carried by the force of an explosion that had been designed to destroy.
It passed through Darkseid's cheek.
He felt it. Not the pain....Darkseid did not feel pain as mortals did. But the sensation, the contact, the knowledge that something had touched him without permission. His hand rose to his face. His fingers came away dark.
His eyes narrowed.
"A self-destruct mode." His voice was quiet, but it carried across the void, across the fleet, across the distance to the world that had dared to wound him. "This type of craftiness..." He lowered his hand. "Can only be of his doing."
A pause.
"That human. Batman."
The debris floated past him, already cooling, already fading into the darkness between stars. Behind him, the remains of his fleet regrouped, re-formed, waited for his command.
Darkseid looked at the distant blue dot that was Earth.
"Prepare the next wave," he said.
Desaad's voice came through the comm, trembling with barely contained excitement. "Yes, my lord."
The fleet began to move.
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