DOOMSDAY ENTERS THE SOLAR SYSTEM
Space was silent.
Infinite.
Cold.
And then—
A disturbance.
Far beyond Mars, past the asteroid belt… a dark, drifting shape tore through the vacuum like a bullet fired by the universe itself.
A body.
No—
A weapon.
A living extinction event.
Doomsday.
His massive form cracked and pulsed with raw biological power, each movement sending shockwaves through the void. His bones—jagged, unnatural, grown for slaughter—glowed faintly with friction as he ripped through meteor fields like they were dust.
He wasn't slowing down.
He wasn't thinking.
He was hunting.
Drawn toward Earth like a predator sensing a rival.
Drawn toward Superman.
THE SYSTEM ALERT
Back in Gotham, Damian was asleep for barely an hour when he felt it.
A vibration under his ribs.
A shift in the air.
The system whispering in his ear like a warning bell.
A neon-red screen snapped open:
**[SYSTEM ALERT]
Object Classified: "DOOMSDAY"
Trajectory: DIRECT COURSE TO EARTH
Estimated Time of Arrival: 26 DAYS
Threat Level: EXTINCTION CLASS
Recommended Action: PREPARE.**
Damian sat up instantly, breath halted in his chest.
He'd been expecting this.
Planning for it.
Training for it.
But knowing something is coming…
is different from feeling its shadow touch the planet.
He swallowed hard.
"No more delays."
Toothless, asleep at the foot of his bed, lifted his head, pupils shrinking at the tension rolling off Damian's body.
"You felt it too?" Damian whispered.
The Night Fury growled low in his throat—protective, alert.
Doomsday's presence was monstrous enough that even magical, system-enhanced creatures sensed it like a natural disaster.
JUSTICE LEAGUE MONITORING STATION
Twenty minutes later, alarms blared across Watchtower consoles.
Green Lantern nearly spilled his coffee.
"What the hell is that energy signature?!"
Hawkgirl's eyes widened.
"That's not an asteroid…"
Superman was worried
Because he did not recognized it.
His voice cracked just slightly.
Batman, at the console next to him, heard the tremor.
"What is it?"
Superman I don't know what it is but it has similar energy to me but it's different I think it's a strong as me
Every monitor in the Watchtower fell silent.
No one spoke.
No one dared.
Batman's jaw clenched hard enough to crack his molars.
"…How long?"
Cyborg ran calculations at lightning speed.
"Twenty-six days."
Batman's eyes narrowed.
He wasn't just thinking.
He was connecting things.
Damian's strange behavior.
Damian leaving the room every time Kryptonian biology was mentioned.
His sudden "research trip" to Metropolis.
The stolen LexCorp files.
The tension Batman felt in his son's voice the last time they spoke.
A cold realization formed.
Bruce whispered:
"He knew."
Superman turned sharply
"What?"
But Batman didn't answer.
BACK IN GOTHAM — DAMIAN'S DECISION
Damian stood on the Wayne Manor balcony overlooking the city.
Cold wind wrapped around him.
He didn't flinch.
He didn't speak.
He only breathed.
Slow.
Controlled.
Preparing himself.
"Toothless," he said quietly.
The dragon padded up beside him.
"We have 26 days."
Toothless let out a deep growl—determined, fearless.
Damian closed his eyes.
"This time…
No one is dying."
And for the first time, the weight of the future didn't crush him.
It sharpened him.
The Justice League Confronts Batman: "
What Aren't You Telling Us About Your Son, Batman?"
The Watchtower meeting room was silent.
Superman.
Wonder Woman.
Martian Manhunter.
Cyborg.
Flash.
Green Lantern.
All waiting.
The doors hissed open—
Batman stepped inside like a shadow carved from stone.
His cape barely brushed the floor.
His face was unreadable.
But the air changed the moment he entered.
"Batman," Superman started, arms folded, "we need to discuss your son."
Bruce didn't blink.
"What about him?"
Superman Leads the Charge
Kal-El stepped forward.
"Damian has been involved in three major incidents in the last four months.
Incidents involving powers he shouldn't have."
Bruce said nothing.
Superman continued:
"He burned a Talon to ash.
He launched himself at me in mid-air with fire.
And last week? He intervened in an Atlantean battle and nearly vaporized an outpost."
Flash added quickly:
"Not judging! It was awesome. Just… y'know… impossible."
Wonder Woman stepped in.
"Bruce. His abilities are not magic. Not divine. Not Meta. They don't register in any category we understand."
Cyborg displayed a hologram:
A glowing, swirling, unidentifiable energy signature.
"This is what Damian gives off every time he uses his… flames."
Bruce's jaw tightened.
He already knew this part.
Cyborg continued:
"It doesn't match ANY known energy on Earth or beyond."
Bruce Says Nothing — And That's The Problem
Superman watched Batman closely.
"Bruce… you're too calm about this."
"Am I?" Batman asked flatly.
"You are," Diana said.
"Any parent would have questions. Worries. Investigations."
Flash crossed his arms.
"Dude… you act like you expected this."
Bruce's eyes flicked to him—deadly cold.
"I expect nothing. I prepare for everything."
Superman frowned.
"Then tell us what you know."
Bruce didn't move.
"I only know what Damian told me."
"And what was that?" Diana asked gently.
Bruce answered:
"He learned a breathing technique in the League of Assassins that enhances his physical abilities.
He found a mythical artifact that grants elemental power.
He trained himself beyond the level of any human."
The League looked between themselves.
Flash whispered:
"So… like… he found magic fruit and learned super kung-fu?"
Bruce didn't dignify it with an answer.
Martian Manhunter Speaks — And Fails
J'onn's red eyes glowed faintly.
"Batman…"
He hesitated.
"…your son's mind is shielded."
Bruce froze.
"Explain," he said carefully.
"It is not a telepathic barrier," J'onn said.
"It is simply… fog. Noise. Random thoughts about food. Training. Cooking. Meaningless things. As if something inside him is constantly distracting me."
Damian, listening secretly from a hidden communicator in Bruce's belt, nearly choked.
System. If you're scrambling my brain, pick something OTHER than food.
The system, naturally, did not respond.
Superman folded his arms.
"That kind of mental noise doesn't occur naturally."
Bruce's eyes darkened.
"You attempted to read my son's mind?"
J'onn paused.
"I attempted to ensure he was not under mind control. I felt something… strange. I investigated. It was my duty."
Bruce stepped forward.
"So is this:
Never enter my son's mind without his consent again."
The temperature in the room dropped.
Green Lantern Pushes the Question
Hal Jordan leaned back in his chair.
"Bruce… look. Romance aside, we're all worried. Something is happening to your kid. Something big. Something dangerous."
Wonder Woman nodded.
"He is carrying a burden, but refuses to speak."
Cyborg added:
"And if he loses control of those flames?
He could level a city block."
Flash raised a hand.
"Or set ME on fire. I prefer not that."
Superman finally asked the question everyone feared:
"Batman…
did the League of Assassins experiment on him?"
Bruce's expression went sharp and lethal.
"No."
"You're certain?" Superman pressed.
"I investigated every medical record. Every test. Every trace.
He wasn't altered."
"Then how does a human child do the things Damian does?"
Bruce paused for the first time.
Then he said:
"…He's not like other children."
The League's Final Warning
Diana stepped closer, gentle but firm.
"Bruce. We only want the truth so we can protect him."
Bruce looked at each of them — Superman, Diana, J'onn, Flash, Hal, Cyborg.
Then he said the only thing he could say, the only thing that wasn't a lie:
"I trust my son.
And I trust that whatever he is facing… he will tell me when he's ready."
Superman exhaled slowly.
"In fourteen days, something is coming to Earth. Something powerful enough to kill Kryptonians. Something we've never seen."
He looked directly at Batman.
"If your son knows anything about it…
we need him to speak."
Bruce didn't answer.
Because Damian — listening from the shadows — couldn't breathe.
Fourteen days…
Doomsday.
And it wasn't supposed to happen like this.