If We Fall Here… I Burn Everything."
The Justice League Begins to Lose — And Damian Realizes He May Need the Full Power of the Mera Mera no Mi
The street was a graveyard of shattered stone, bent rebar, smoking asphalt, and unconscious heroes.
Doomsday stood tall in the center of the destruction—shaking off wounds that should have killed anything alive.
His bone plates were thicker now.
His fists hit with nuclear force.
His healing factor was accelerating.
Every second he evolved.
Every second he grew closer to unstoppable.
The League Falls, One by One
Black Canary lay collapsed against a crushed car—voice gone, throat bleeding.
Green Arrow's bow was snapped in half, ribs broken.
Hawkman was buried under rubble, struggling to get up.
Green Lantern's constructs flickered as he fought to stay conscious.
Flash stumbled and slid across the pavement, leg twisted, lightning sputtering weakly.
Damian parried a bone claw—barely—before Toothless blasted Doomsday away in a flash of blue plasma.
The Night Fury roared in pain—blood dripping from gashes across his wings.
It was a losing battle.
Even Batman, armored and relentless, had fallen to one knee.
Damian's lungs burned. His arms trembled. His Nichirin blade was chipped from the constant impacts.
He glanced toward Superman's unconscious body behind them.
Solar energy still flickered weakly across Clark's veins.
He wasn't healed yet.
Not enough.
Not even close.
Bruce's voice rasped over the comm:
"Damian… we can't hold much longer."
Damian wiped blood from his lip.
He knew.
Everyone knew.
Doomsday roared and charged.
The ground shook.
Toothless leapt in front of Damian, wings wide, ready to die for him.
Damian grabbed the dragon's scales—
"No… not yet. Not you."
The Nichirin Blades Ignite
He drew both of his swords.
The flaming steel roared to life—Sun Breathing enhancing every atom of heat.
His eyes sharpened.
Sun Breathing — Transparent World Activated.
He saw Doomsday's tendons.
The flow of blood.
The cracks between bone plates.
Weaknesses no one else could see.
Even if they only lasted seconds.
Doomsday launched forward.
Damian slid under a swing, slicing a weak point. Bone shattered, sparks flying.
But the wound closed instantly.
Too fast.
Too strong.
Too impossible.
He felt the tremor of fear rise in his chest.
And with it… the heat.
A familiar, terrifying heat.
"If I use it here… I might burn the city."
The Mera Mera no Mi.
His Logia flames—still held back, still controlled—threatened to erupt.
Zatanna's voice echoed in his head:
"Damian… your flames are beautiful, but terrifying. Don't lose yourself in them."
Raven's voice followed:
"If you let go completely… I may not be able to bring you back."
But if he didn't…
The League would die.
Metropolis would die.
Superman would die.
And Doomsday would walk over their corpses.
Doomsday Approaches Superman
Damian saw it—
The monster turning.
Facing the healing Kryptonian.
Lifting its arm to finish him before he could stand.
Batman shouted:
"DAMIAN! MOVE!"
But Damian was already gone.
He blurred in flame.
The Moment of Decision
He landed between Doomsday and Superman.
Both swords crossed.
Both flames erupting.
Doomsday's fist hit his blades—
The shockwave split the street apart.
Damian slid back dozens of feet, boots carving trenches in the ground.
His arms screamed.
His bones vibrated.
His heart hammered.
He couldn't block another hit like that.
He couldn't survive another hit like that.
But he raised his swords again.
Because he wasn't moving.
Not one inch.
"Toothless."
The Night Fury limped beside him.
Damian rested a hand on the dragon's neck.
"If I fall… take Superman and Dad. Fly."
Toothless growled low, refusing.
Damian smiled weakly.
"Yeah. I knew you'd say that."
Doomsday charged.
And Damian finally made his choice.
"Fine then. I'll go all out."
He inhaled—
A deep, searing, life-ending inhale.
Sun Breathing.
Mera Mera no Mi.
Nichirin Blade Enhancement.
All three.
Together.
Heat rippled outward.
Air warped.
Glass melted.
The pavement ignited beneath his feet.
Batman realized too late what was happening.
"DAMIAN—DON'T—!"
Too late.
FIRE SHADOW UNLEASHED
Damian roared as flames spiraled around him like a solar tornado—
White-hot, sun-bright, collapsing inward and outward at once—
A vortex of destruction forming around his swords.
Fire Shadow — Sun Breathing:
Final Form
APOCALYPSE SUN
A technique he had never used.
Never tested.
Never dared.
The air screamed as his body became pure flame.
Toothless roared beside him, charging a plasma blast infused with Damian's fire.
Doomsday met them head-on.
And the world burst into light.
"A Sun Rises in Metropolis"
The sky over Metropolis turned white.
It wasn't light.
It wasn't fire.
It wasn't anything human eyes were meant to see.
It was a sun—born at street level—radiating enough heat to vaporize the asphalt beneath it.
Heroes all across the battlefield shielded their faces, blinded by the sudden, impossible glare.
Green Lantern's ring shrieked warnings.
Flash stumbled back, covering his eyes.
Hawkgirl froze mid-air, wings trembling.
Even Zatanna dropped to one knee, breath stolen from her throat.
Batman whispered in horror:
"Damian… what have you done?"
The vortex of flame roared skyward—turning the skyline red, gold, and blinding white. Nearby buildings cracked, windows exploded outward, and metal warped from the sheer heat.
And at the center of it—
Damian, his Nichirin blades glowing like liquified sunsteel.
Doomsday, for the first time, staggered.
Doomsday Takes Damage — Real Damage
(Option 4)
The monster roared—
Not in fury.
Not in mindless violence.
But in pain.
Bone plates on its chest glowed red, turning molten.
Cracks appeared along its arms.
A chunk of its left shoulder exploded off entirely—
burned away faster than it could regenerate.
Doomsday slammed a fist into the ground, unable to stand in the supernova of Damian's flames.
Flash shouted over the comms:
"Is— is that hurting it?!"
Green Lantern stared in disbelief:
"No… no way. Nothing hurts Doomsday like that."
But it was.
For the first time since the fight began—
Doomsday struggled.
And that was when a deep, thunderous heartbeat echoed across the battlefield.
Superman Awakens Early
(Option 3)
The senzu bean healing had barely begun—
But the explosion of fire…
The sun-level heat…
The overwhelming, impossible energy…
It fed his cells like a solar reactor.
Superman gasped awake—
Eyes glowing bright, molten gold.
Hair floating from the heat and radiation swirling in the air.
He sat up sharply, chest rising with power that he shouldn't have had yet.
"That energy… who—?"
Then he saw it.
The pillar of sunfire.
The boy at its core.
The monster writhing inside the inferno.
His expression shattered.
"Damian?!"
He stood—or tried to.
His legs wobbled, strength unstable but returning fast.
Superman clenched his fists, eyes blazing.
"I have to get to him—now!"
But Wonder Woman blocked him with her shield.
"Kal, you're barely standing—!"
Superman growled—not in anger, but sheer panic.
"If he keeps pushing that power—HE'LL BURN HIMSELF OUT!"
Inside the Blaze — Damian Reaches His Limit
Damian's entire body felt like it was dissolving.
Every breath was molten metal.
His skin flickered between flame and flesh.
His vision went blurry, fading between bright gold and pitch-black.
But he didn't stop.
Couldn't stop.
Not until Superman was ready.
Not until Doomsday fell.
Not until every plan, every sacrifice, every risk meant something.
He screamed as one final surge of fire burst from his body—
APOCALYPSE SUN: FINAL STRIKE!
The blast hurled Doomsday backward—
Slamming it through three buildings
—then a fourth
—then a crater in the earth itself.
And for the first time…
Doomsday didn't immediately get up.
Damian Collapses
The flames died instantly.
The light faded.
The temperature plummeted.
Damian dropped to one knee—smoke rising from his skin, his blades melted at the edges. His heartbeat was faint, uneven.
He whispered through shallow breaths:
"Did it… work…?"
Then darkness swayed over him.
And he fell—
Straight into the dust-covered street.
Unconscious.
Burned.
Exhausted.
Barely alive.
Superman Rushes Forward
Superman blasted into the air—unstable, stumbling, but fueled by panic and returning solar power.
He reached Damian's fallen form in seconds—
"Damian! DAMIAN!"
He gathered the boy in his arms, eyes desperate, terrified.
Batman arrived a moment later—bruised, limping, panting—tearing off his cowl with trembling hands as he knelt beside them.
"Son… talk to me… Damian—!"
Superman looked toward the Doomsday crater.
The monster—still down—still smoking—still regenerating slow.
For the first time, a Kryptonian god whispered:
"…He actually hurt it."