"Why are you here? You're supposed to be training at Mount Justice."
Batman's irritation bled into his voice as he fixed a sharp gaze on Robin. His tone was cold, but underneath it was a simmering disappointment. There had better be a good reason for this disobedience. If he did this, because of some childish notion, then all that training was for naught.
"That doesn't matter right now. You have to come and help us."
Robin cut him off before the lecture could begin. His voice was tense, urgent. There was no time to explain—his friends were in danger.
"The rest of the team can barely hold off Solomon. We have to hurry!"
Artemis added, stepping forward. Her expression held a mix of determination and unease. Batman's piercing gaze made her stomach twist—she knew he still harbored doubts about her because of her past.
Batman remained silent for a moment, eyes narrowing. Then, in typical fashion, he made a swift decision.
"Red Tornado, Black Canary, Arrow—go with them. Hold him off as long as you can. I need something from the Batmobile."
His voice was calm now—analytical, controlled.
Without another word, Batman turned and sprinted toward his vehicle. The others wasted no time, following Robin and Artemis into the fray.
Boom!
They arrived just in time.
Kid Flash was on the ground, encased in thick ice. He struggled, vibrating his body in a desperate attempt to break free. Miss Martian hovered above, telekinetically hurling massive slabs of earth at the enemy.
Solomon destroyed each slab with power, and precision.
Her attacks barely slowed him.
Solomons relaxed figure turned toward the new arrivals, completely unfazed.
"So… you finally showed up. I thought you'd run away."
His voice was calm, mocking, dripping with condescension.
No one responded aloud. Instead, Miss Martian reached out telepathically, linking their minds—everyone except Red Tornado, who lacked the biological structure for telepathy.
"Wally, vibrate faster to phase through the ice!"
Green Arrow's voice echoed in their minds as he notched an arrow.
He fired.
The arrow flew with precision toward Solomon, but theignored it like it wasn't . His attention was locked on a more immediate threat.
Superboy.
The clone of Superman lunged in from the side, his fist cocked back, aiming a devastating punch at Solomon's chest. The blow landed—Solomon caught it, grunting slightly as his massive feet slid back a few inches. But it did no real damage.
Superboy's eyes widened in disbelief. He didn't hold back this time, and Solomon took it like it was nothing
Solomon's cold eyes met his.
"Still not enough, brother."
With a swift movement, he grabbed Superboy's wrist and flung him away like a ragdoll. The force of the throw broke the sound barrier, sending Superboy hurtling through the air.
To the others—Arrow, Robin, Black Canary—it all happened in an instant. They couldn't even track the motion. Still, none of them panicked. They'd seen worse. After working with people like superman, and Flash, they had gotten used to fighting godlike figures.
"M'gann, guide my arrow."
Arrow reached for another projectile, already adjusting his aim.
Solomon had shifted positions slightly, but that didn't matter.
Miss Martian focused. The arrow, already in flight, curved sharply mid-air—then accelerated.
Solomon watched, unconcerned.
He didn't dodge.
The arrow struck—and exploded—unleashing a thick, glowing green slime that enveloped him completely. The substance quickly hardened, locking him in place.
Arrow smirked.
"You're young and overconfident, Solomon."
He stepped forward.
"This is a special concoction made by a friend. The more force you apply, the stronger it becomes. It should hold you—at least for a little while."
Solomon remained calm, encased in the thick, resin-like slime. He could probably break it—if he tried. But instead, he chose another path.
"You have the wrong idea, Arrow. I'm not just some clone of Superman…"
His eyes gleamed.
"I'm something far beyond what you can imagine."
A sudden chill swept the battlefield.
Ice began to form on the ground beneath him, creeping out in a web of frost. The slime around him began to crystallize—freeze over.
With a simple flex, Solomon shattered the frozen bonds and rose into the sky, unimpeded.
Before he could gain altitude, however, Black Canary stepped forward.
She let out a piercing sonic scream, her Canary Cry blasting into Solomon with incredible force.
He was thrown backward, crashing to the ground, disoriented. For the first time, something had affected him. There was no physical injury—but his ears rang, his mind reeled.
Those few seconds of disorientation was all the time Kid Flash needed.
Now freed from the ice, Wally began running in tight circles at high speed. yellow sparks danced around his body as he built momentum, channeling kinetic energy.
With a sharp motion, he launched a lightning bolt straight at Solomon.
The bolt struck, sending electricity surging through Solomon's imposing frame.
Then came the follow-up.
A powerful punch struck his chest—Superboy was back from Solomons previous attack. The blow lifted Solomon off the ground, and Superboy didn't let up. He flew upward, catching the villain midair, then drove a devastating kick into his back, launching him toward the earth.
BOOM!
The impact was massive. Solomon's body cratered the ground—fifteen meters across, five meters deep.
The battlefield went still.
Dust and debris filled the air.
"Did we get him?"
Wally asked, panting, eyes wide.
"No. We didn't."
Superboy's tone was grim.
His x-ray vision saw through the haze.
Solomon stood at the center of the crater, completely unharmed. The only sign he had been attacked at all was the damage to his clothing—and even that was rapidly repairing itself, the fabric stitching back together with eerie precision.
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The battle was far from over.
Fwoosh!
Solomon shot into the sky, blasting away the debris and dust with the sheer force of his ascent.
"This was fun," he said coldly, "but it's time to end these games."
The team looked on in shock as the sky lit up with multicolored lights, each crackling with a different kind of energy—fire, lightning, raw kinetic force, wind, and more. It was a storm of destruction waiting to be unleashed.
"AAAH!"
A scream tore through the night. The first to fall was Aqualad.
A bolt of lightning, born from the crackling yellow light above, surged downward. Aqualad barely had time to react before it struck him square in the chest. His body convulsed violently, smoke rising from his armor as he collapsed to the ground.
"I guess now you know how I feel," Solomon said with venom, watching as Aqualad's body twitched once, then went still.
"What have you done?!"
M'gann screamed, her voice filled with horror. Without hesitation, she flew at Solomon at top speed.
Many underestimated Martians. Even among the most powerful species in the galaxy, they could rivale normal Kryptonians in raw physical ability. And though M'gann was still young, she was a force to be reckoned with.
Blinded by emotion, she dodged a barrage of attacks—pressurized water, pure kinetic energy, razor-sharp wind, even jagged earth spikes—all aimed at her. Most could not harm her in any way, just slow her down. Her agility was unmatched as she dodged the blasts of different elements. Just as she was within striking distance a fireball appeared above her.
In her rage, she hadn't noticed the red glow amidst the chaos. It hovered ominously… and then dropped.
"WATCH OUT!"
Superboy's warning came too late. The fireball engulfed M'gann.
There was no heat—but that didn't matter.
It wasn't the heat of the fire, butfire itself. At least what it meant to her species.
Her very cells recoiled and shriveled in instinctual terror. The fear was hardwired into Martian DNA—primordial, unavoidable.
"AAAH!"
She screamed, her mind and body overwhelmed. She crashed to the ground, rolling in agony. Moments later, she passed out—her psyche unable to handle the overwhelming trauma.
Superboy reached her, his hands trembling as he cradled her limp form. Solomon watched from above, expression unreadable, as his "brother" experienced something far more painful than physical harm.
Fear.
Sorrow.
Grief.
But the most powerful emotion of all—the one that burned in Superboy's heart like a supernova:
RAGE!
For the first time since arriving in this world, Solomon felt it—true killing intent. A primal fury radiating from Superboy like heat from the sun. His face twisted subtly, and though he tried to mask it, a flicker of concern passed through him.
Superboy looked up.
His voice was cold, trembling, and dangerous.
"Solomon… no matter what you do… no matter where you go…"
"I will do everything in my power to kill you."
The words shook the air.
Even Solomon twitched slightly. But he forced himself to maintain composure.
"You can try," he said, calmly, "but you will always be weaker than me."
Superboy's head snapped upward. His eyes
ignited with red fury.
He fired.
Twin beams of pure solar energy shot from his eyes, aimed directly at Solomon's head. Superboy had always been careful with this power—knowing his solar reserves were limited. Using too much could strip him of his strength for hours, maybe days.
But now, he didn't care.
Solomon raised a barrier, but after a second, it shattered under the sheer intensity of the blast. In desperation, he coated his hand in ice and raised it to shield himself. The laser melted through in moments, searing into his skin.
He tried to stay stoic, but the scrunch of pain on his face betrayed him.
Solomon had never trained for this. He had never prepared for the agony of being burned alive.
"Enough!"
With a roar, Solomon fired his own laser. The two beams collided in a dazzling explosion of energy.
The clash lasted only seconds.
Solomon's power overwhelmed Superboy's quickly. But just before the searing beam could strike, Solomon vanished.
He reappeared next to Superboy and leaned in, whispering coldly:
"Fall asleep."
Superboy's eyes widened… then closed.
His body crumpled to the ground.
The battlefield fell eerily silent.
The rest of the team stared in disbelief.
"Sleep."
One word was all it took.
One by one, the team collapsed, their minds forced into unconsciousness. Only Red Tornado remained upright—barely. His limbs were already shattered, torn apart by Solomon's telekinetic force earlier in the fight.
Solomon stood in the center of the battlefield, burn marks fading from his hand. His skin healed rapidly, leaving no trace of injury.
His suit regenerated with a mere thought, weaving itself back together seamlessly.
All around him, bodies lay scattered. Craters and scorch marks scarred the ground. Smoke curled into the night sky.
The chaos had not gone unnoticed. Several kilometers away, police sirens wailed. Helicopters roared in the distance. Reporters would be here soon.
Solomon smiled.
Reaching into his pocket, he retrieved a fragment of his mask. With a pulse of energy, it expanded and reshaped itself, snapping into place over his face.
He turned slowly.
Thud.
A heavy impact behind him.
Solomon didn't flinch.
The final opponent of the night had arrived.