THE FINAL NIGHT & THE LAST FLIGHT"
The clock was a monster.
One day left.
The mission deadline was tomorrow at midnight.
After a full year of secrecy, research, thefts, infiltrations, and near-deaths…
Tonight was the final night.
And Damian Wayne was ready.
LEX LUTHOR LEARNS THE TRUTH
In Metropolis, Lex's private surveillance team trembled while displaying the latest reconstruction.
Footage from the ocean battle.
Aqualad dying.
A bean.
A flash of golden energy.
Instant, total recovery.
Lex stood still, jaw tight.
"That… was no Earth technology."
His AI whispered:
"Subject: Damian Wayne is responsible."
Lex's hands curled into fists.
"Batman's son possesses healing resources that surpass Kryptonian regeneration."
The AI continued:
"Probability of Wayne having access to alien or interdimensional artifacts: 91%."
Lex's smile was thin and sharp.
"Oh, Damian…
I don't want Batman anymore."
He leaned forward.
"I want you."
BACK IN THE POCKET DIMENSION — THE FINAL PHASE
Damian entered his pocket dimension and sealed the gate behind him.
The entire chamber glowed with alien-blue lights.
Machines he built by hand hummed.
Synthetic Kryptonite resonated inside containment tubes.
Energy cells pulsed like miniature stars.
The Kryptonian Suppression Weapon—
a compact, elegant device designed to shut down Kryptonians without killing them—
floated in the center of the room.
System: [Weapon Completion: 99%]
Damian wiped sweat from his forehead.
"All that's left is the stabilization core…"
He slid the final component into the device.
It clicked.
Then—
WHOOM.
A wave of pressure burst outward, dimming the lights.
System:
[MISSION: KRYPTONIAN SUPPRESSION WEAPON — COMPLETE]
Reward Unlocking…
Please stand by.]
Damian exhaled hard.
He did it.
Tonight.
With one day left.
He had done the impossible.
THE EGG APPEARS
A swirling vortex opened in the floor.
A stone pedestal rose with a heavy, black-scaled egg resting on it.
Purple lightning crackled around the shell.
A notification chimed.
System:
[Night Fury Dragon Egg Obtained]
[Hatching Manual Obtained]
[Magical Pond Generation Ready]
Damian walked toward the egg slowly, almost reverently.
The shell hummed like a heartbeat.
He touched it—
Warm.
Alive.
"…You're really here."
The ground trembled as the magical pond began forming beside him—clear water glowing with starlight, swirling with runes.
The system spoke again:
[To hatch a Night Fury, submerge the egg in the pond and maintain full contact for 30 minutes.]
Damian took a slow breath.
"Alright. Let's meet you."
THE HATCHING
He stepped into the glowing pond and lowered the egg into the water.
Instantly the entire dimension brightened.
Cracks formed.
A pulse of magic erupted.
Then—
CRACK.
CRACK-CRACK.
The egg split open.
A small, sleek black head pushed through.
Blue eyes blinked up at Damian.
It chirped.
Soft. Curious.
Then it nudged his chest, purring.
Damian froze—
"…You're bonding to me already?"
The little Night Fury climbed onto his shoulder, wrapped its tail around him, and fell asleep against his neck.
Damian felt something rare:
Peace.
For the first time in months.
He carried the dragon out of the pond, drying it with a towel.
The system delivered the final message:
[Night Fury Name: ?]
[Bond Level: 1 → 4 (Accelerated due to direct hatch contact)]
[This dragon will grow fast. Treat it well.]
Damian smirked.
"Name, huh…?
I'll think of something."
He looked at the finished weapon glowing in its cradle.
Tomorrow…
The world may change.
But tonight?
He had a dragon.