“_ has died.” Finish it in my inbox.
It had been months since Luthor brought their dopplegangers to the world. Months since it was revealed that Owlman had secretly kept up his plan to eliminate all life, months since Batman had returned without his brother. Where did that leave the Syndicate ? Scattered. Most were in prison, but some remained a threat. Yet, disbanded, none could rule like before. Especially not without their leader.
So, what had become of Ultraman ? The alien had watched as Batman returned, waited for Owlman to come through the portal behind him. Nothing. It had shut, && he’d been left staring at an empty space while Johnny Quick died. The marines had come in shortly to take them all in, && no fight was put up by any of them when they saw the kryptonian flee. He was gone in seconds, too fast for anyone to register what happened. Kal-El flew through space with a head full of questions, none with answers he liked. Eventually, he’d settled on an asteroid && placed his hand in his hands.
Where was Owlman ? Batman didn’t kill. He knew that much about that man… so his husband had to be alive. Somewhere. He was merely lost in the multiverse. Which meant that he could get him back. && so, he’d gone back to the earth in secret, found Luthor, && took the world hopping device. Ultraman used that to go to earth after earth in search of Thomas.
There were alternate versions, sure, but none were the Owlman he had come to love over the years. None were that brilliant, cunning, socially awkward, beautiful man that had made a deal with him to be shown how life could be worth living. None had that spark in their eyes when seeing bloodshed, none had that frown that in the moments alone between them turned to a slight smile, with a stubborn blush crossing over cheeks. None of them were him.
Even so, Ultraman refused to believe that his Thomas was gone. It was impossible. He knew– he believed- that he’d shown Owlman enough of life to convince him not to die. So why ? Why had that man not returned ? Surely he’d had the means….
Batman. Batman had done this. He’d trapped his husband somewhere, on some random earth that he simply couldn’t find. With eyes like fire, Kal-El realized he had to return to earth three, had to get his team, had to seek revenge on that rodent. He’d gone back after months of searching, tried to pull together the syndicate. Superwoman slapped him, yelled about his betrayal, how they could have fought the military. Ultraman had insisted that they couldn’t without Owlman, && then the words hit him… Don’t you get it ? Owlman is dead.
Kal-El didn’t go to the Justice League’s earth. He didn’t stay in his own, either. Instead, he went to another earth where he knew blue kryptonite was plenty. Ultraman found a source, his powers fading so fast from the quantity && strength leaving him that he had to crawl towards a piece. Snapping it off was a struggle, but eventually. Yes– yes this could work. Carefully, he brought the piece to his chest, held it up, &&—
A dagger hit his hand. Blinking, Ultraman looked at the weapon. Wait- that was like the one Thomas—
Glancing up, he began to fall unconscious from the radioactive meteorite as he saw him.
Darkness enveloped him as the hero of the earth took him in his arms && carried him off. When Kal-El woke, he was in a familiar space. It was just like the nest back home. Had Thomas brought him to earth three… ? Slowly he kept blinking his sight back into focus until he saw him. Instantly, his heart fell. Owlman was typing on a screen, but with his ultra-sight coming back he was able to read other files that were open. Tales of this man doing heroic acts. This wasn’t his-
Suddenly, realization hits Kal-El. All this one needed was a little corruption, && then he would be the same Owlman he’d known, right ? Right.
His Owlman was dead, but with some work… he could come back to life.
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