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Hi hello, here’s a Justice Lord AU of my pre-existing AU where Kon is Bruce and Clark’s bio kid thanks to ✨science✨
I don’t have this AU flushed out at all, but it vaguely follows what we see in the Justice League show. However with Lex being nerfed by Supes he holds a strange unease around Kon. But he allows Bruce to keep him as he could never say no to Bruce’s instincts to adopt children- especially one of his own flesh and blood. However, when Bruce goes rogue and decides being a Justice lord is wrong Kal keeps Kon.
“He’s made in my image, the true heir of the house of El”
And at this point in time Bruce has his hands tied, he wants to rescue his son and keep him safe from the tyrannical reign of the Justice Lords but he can’t risk Lord Superman hurting him in any way. And Kon is terrified of his Father, and terrified for his Dad. He doesn’t want to step out of line and risk Batman and the rest of his siblings’ safety so he stays.
This post seeks to educate and guide those with Justice Lords roleplay blogs are prospective new community members. There is no intention of gatekeeping characters. The goal is to help folks stay informed, connected, and attract more people into the AU. Please note that so far we've been sticking to the two episodes from Justice League (2003) S2 EP12 & 13, but do what bring you joy!
This is a repost cuz the other one was being blocked and such.
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││ ⊱ ۫ ׅ ✧ Earth 50 Lore
││ ⊱ ۫ ׅ ✧ Current Known Blogs
││ ⊱ ۫ ׅ ✧ Ongoing Arcs
││ ⊱ ۫ ׅ ✧ Who's Still Needed
Lore
The Justice Lords are an alternate version of the Justice League from Earth-50, a world where the line between justice and control has long since been erased. They began as heroes, but everything changed after Lex Luthor became President of the United States, murdered the Flash, and pushed the world toward the brink of nuclear war. In response, Superman, Batman, and Wonder Woman stormed the White House to stop him. When Luthor told Superman that prison had never been enough and never would be, Superman killed him with his heat vision. And from that moment on, everything shifted.
In the aftermath, the League lost faith in humanity’s ability to govern itself. Over the next two years, they seized control of the world’s governments and remade society under their rule. Crime was “ended,” not through rehabilitation or due process, but through fear, surveillance, and brutal enforcement. Free speech was suppressed. Elections were limited and rigged. Criminals and supervillains were permanently neutralized through l0b0tomiz@tion by Lord Superman’s heat vision. The Justice Lords justify all of it as necessary, temporary, and for the good of the people, but their world is one built on authoritarianism, not hope.
Their headquarters remain the Watchtower, but in this universe, it functions less as a symbol of protection and more as the eye of a global regime. The Lords monitor the planet from above, intervening wherever they see fit, no longer as guardians who serve the public, but as rulers who have decided they know what is best. Even their personal lives reflect this corruption; Lord Superman’s control extends so far that even Lois Lane lives under severe restrictions, forbidden from making calls, receiving unauthorized guests, or leaving home freely.
The core members of the Justice Lords are Lord Superman, Lord Batman, Lord Wonder Woman, Lord Martian Manhunter, Lord Green Lantern, and Lord Hawkgirl. Flash is absent from the team because his death is the event that helped create this world in the first place. While all of them have compromised themselves in different ways, Lord Batman stands apart somewhat in that he is portrayed as more morally conflicted than the others. He participates, enables, and benefits from the regime, but unlike the rest, he still shows signs of unease. This becomes important when he is forced to confront what they have truly become.
What makes the Justice Lords so compelling is that they are not simply “evil versions” of the League. They are a warning. They are what happens when heroes decide that safety matters more than freedom, that order matters more than mercy, and that power gives them the right to choose for everyone else. Their world is peaceful on the surface, but only because dissent has been crushed out of it. The Justice Lords are not chaos. They are tyranny wearing the face of justice.
[ Jon was practically vibrating with excitement, his whole body thrumming like a live wire. Damian hadn't asked him to spar, not once, since the day Jon had chosen to go with Dad to get Mom.
And that was just soo unfair!!
That trip was still weeks away, and Damian had been giving him a deep-freeze ever since, muttering cryptic warnings about "being ready" for "his war" like some brooding little general. It was so mean.
But now! Now Damian had asked! Which meant the ice was finally cracking. Which meant they were friends again, and Damian wasn't secretly plotting his demise between glares.
Jon couldn't help himself. He launched into the air, letting himself drift weightless, then draped his entire lanky frame over Damian like a human blanket, careful not to let his weight settle onto his friend. His grin was unstoppable.
[ Damian's lips curved into a smile that didn't quite reach his eyes, a fragile, fleeting thing that softened his usual sharp edges. He leaned into Jon's embrace, arms wrapping around his friend's and holding on a heartbeat too long. His fingers curled around Jon's hands, memorizing the warmth of him, the solid reassurance of his presence. In that suspended moment, Damian pressed the back of his head briefly against Jon looking up at his smiling fool of a friend, a silent apology for the betrayal about to unfold, for the bruises he'd soon paint across that trusting face. 𝐹𝑜𝑟𝑔𝑖𝑣𝑒 𝑚𝑒, he begged silently, 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑏𝑒𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎𝑏𝑙𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑙𝑒𝑡 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑔𝑜.
When they finally parted, Damian's hands lingered, reluctant to break contact entirely. He cleared his throat roughly. ]
𝐿𝑒𝑡'𝑠, 𝑤𝑒'𝑟𝑒 𝑙𝑜𝑠𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑑𝑎𝑦𝑙𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡.
[ He led Jon a more secluded training room. On the tower. the air thinning and cooling like the jagged mountain training grounds they were used to. The one Damian's grandfather he carved the day he was born, every stone saturated with centuries of League knowledge. Damian wished they were there instead. Sparing. Damian wished to not have to commit to this.
As Jon's boots squealed on the patted mat, Damian's eyes traced the faintly glowing sigils he'd spent the past three nights etching into the fake leather: binding runes, dampening arrays, and a containment circle large enough to hold a small star. He'd buried backup triggers in his own tunic, woven displacement charms into the wall, and positioned reflective obsidian shards at precise angles to scatter any accidental heat vision.
Jon let go of him fully, bouncing on his heels with that guileless excitement that made Damian's chest ache. The loss of contact hit Damian like a physical blow, sudden and hollowing. He missed the weight of Jon's hand, the easy rhythm of his breathing, the way his laughter echo through him. His stomach knotted into something cold and heavy as they squared off, each taking their stance on opposite ends.
Damian's hand trembled almost imperceptibly as he drew his blade. He could feel the sigils humming beneath his feet, waiting. His mother's lessons pounded in his skull, hesitation is death, mercy is a luxury you cannot afford, but all he could see was Jon's bright, unsuspecting eyes.
He parted his lips, mouthing silently. ]
𝐹𝑜𝑟𝑔𝑖𝑣𝑒 𝑚𝑒.
[ Then he launched forward, a blur of black and green, striking not to maim but to contain, praying with every fiber of his being that Jon would hate him less than he'd hate losing him. ]
[ Jon's laugh rang out like a joyful battle cry as the match ignited, wild and unrestrained. His grin stretched ear to ear, half feral and delighted as Damian hurtled toward him, sword flashing, that razor-edged blade singing through the air. One of the few weapons in the world that could actually bite into Kryptonian skin. ]
Whoa! Someone's got a fire in them today! Guess someone was bored without meeeeeee!
[ Jon taunted, practically glowing as he threw his arm into the blade's path, letting it carve a crimson line across his forearm. He didn't even flinch. The sting was electric, the kind of sharp thrill that reminded him he was alive. Blood welled and dripped, but already the wound was knitting itself back together, silver and red shimmering at the edges like magic.
He twisted, shoving Damian off with a grunt as the sword punched into his side, a burst of white-hot pain that made his vision flicker. Normal. This was normal for them. He buckled, just for a heartbeat, breath hitching, before he surged forward like a coiled spring. He crashed into Damian, driving him down onto the mat, victory humming in his veins for half a second—
Until cold steel kissed his throat.
Damian's blade pressed just right, a whisper away from cutting deep, and Jon froze, chest heaving, eyes blazing.
Round one: Damian. ]
I so had you!
[ Jon breathed, grinning as he pushed himself off Damian and offered him a hand. ]
[ Jon was practically vibrating with excitement, his whole body thrumming like a live wire. Damian hadn't asked him to spar, not once, since the day Jon had chosen to go with Dad to get Mom.
And that was just soo unfair!!
That trip was still weeks away, and Damian had been giving him a deep-freeze ever since, muttering cryptic warnings about "being ready" for "his war" like some brooding little general. It was so mean.
But now! Now Damian had asked! Which meant the ice was finally cracking. Which meant they were friends again, and Damian wasn't secretly plotting his demise between glares.
Jon couldn't help himself. He launched into the air, letting himself drift weightless, then draped his entire lanky frame over Damian like a human blanket, careful not to let his weight settle onto his friend. His grin was unstoppable.
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"Violent behavior will not be tolerated. Nor will a bad attitude."
Name: Diana of Themyscira. That's Lady Diana to you.
Age: That is none of your concern.
Gender: Female.
Height: Taller than the boys.
Appearance: You ask too many questions [Mun will draw her later!]
//Hi hello! Nyx (@am-i-dreaming-right-now) has made yet another Justice Lords blog 🙂↕️
It's about time we got Diana y'know, she deserves more love.
Anyways, this blog will handle many dark topics including but not limited to: lobotomy, death, genocide, manipulation, forced body modification, kidnapping, imprisonment, tyranny, murder, and I will add more as time goes on. Everything will be tagged accordingly.
I'll also add more lore as time goes on but this is based off the two episodes of JL, I'm currently working my way through the comics at an increasingly slow pace :] (I'm going to do it this summer, I promise)
Diana is a lot more stiff and cruel than she was before, killing and dictatorship has changed her quite a lot. She doesn't fully trust Bruce, and sees both his and Clark's kids as weaknesses, as they have hesitated many times when the children are brought up.
She's back from getting the milk!
She firmly believes that true peace must be enforced rather than earned. She is willing to use deadly force to stop villains, and I believe she would've first brought up the lobotomization of Doomsday and other villains. She's cold, strict, and treats more rulebreakers the same despite the severity of the crime. She no longer sees the League as her friends, rather she sees them as partners, or co-rulers. She is not a follower, Clark has nothing on her, unlike Bruce.
I hc that Diana overthrew Hippolyta, and is now also ruling over Themyscira as to avoid the Amazons going down the same route man did, and also to avoid Hippolyta deciding this has gone too far and trying to stop her daughter. Hippolyta is alive, but is imprisoned, and the other Amazons have protests, but those were very quickly stopped by imprisoning and lobotomizing the Amazons most responsible, crushing their hope. Diana no longer sees the Amazons as her sisters, but now as subjects under her rule.
I might add more later.
Basic DNIs, I will block as I chose, if you support any dictator or hate towards any group of people, I'm going to need you to get out. Also begone if you are a MDNI blog as mun is a minor. (but 16+ for those who need to know) All the Justice Lords blogs are 16+ so that also extends to this blog.
//Hey y'all! Once again, c'est @am-i-dreaming-right-now with another blog. I'm going off on a whim here since I don't think Cass exists in Earth-50 or if she does I found nothing on her.
My idea is David was training her to be a weapon to take down the Lords or at least be able to. She still ran away after her first kill and now lives and operates in Gotham. She's a street-kid who goes by the name Orphan and does jobs for people. Gathering intel, beating up loan sharks, etcetera etcetera, but her only rule is that she won't kill.
She's the hero of the other street-kids since she protects them, and she used to look up to Batman, but no longer does since now he broke his own golden rule.
Shiva played a small role in nudging her towards Gotham and sends people in order to help her sharpen her skills, but Cass doesn't know. She can speak, it's just awkward, but she can't read or write.
I might add more later, but yeah!
Basic DNIs, I will block as I chose, if you support any dictator or hate towards any group of people, I'm going to need you to get out. Also begone if you are a MDNI blog as mun is a minor (but 16+ for those who need to know)
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