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Injustice Beyond

Epilogue

Word quickly spread of Superman's fall and with it his forces fell quickly. More than half of the regime soldiers surrendered to proper law enforcement officials. Many cut deals with the courts to be drafted into the American military's.

Those that haven't surrendered have broken up into splinter groups calling themselves the Acolytes of Superman.

They are individuals who truly believe in Superman's cause. They will be dealt with later.

The President has been given his full power over the American people once again with the fall of Superman.

Superman, his lieutenants, Hal Jordan, and Wonder Woman, as well as the prisoners Batman took into his custody have been handed over to the government awaiting trial.

Aquaman, who was forced into siding with the regime to protect Atlantis from being dropped in the Sahara again, has been given a full pardon for his actions with the regime.

He has fully joined the United Nations, he too wishes for a regime to never appear again. By doing this, he is demonstrating that he too wants peace between the surface world and Atlantis.

Gotham

Gotham Cemetery, at this moment it is a place of mourning. Honoring those that died during the regimes execution order. Over two hundred lives lost in Gotham, civilian and police officer. In Metropolis, they are still counting the dead.

Bagpipes are playing as Frank Reagan and his family are attending the funeral for Joseph Reagan, who was killed during the downfall of the regime.

His father, Henry Reagan, stands next to him sadness consuming him. Following him are Erin Reagan, a young woman with brown hair, as well as an ADA for Gotham City. Her daughter, Nicky, a young girl, with short brown hair.

Next to her is Jaime, wearing his police uniform. Solemnly standing with his hands followed. Following Jaime is Danny and Linda, his wife, a short haired blonde woman, who is a nurse at Gotham Mercy Hospital. Beside them are their sons, Jack and Sean.

The non-law enforcement members of the family are wearing black a sign of mourning.

Fellow police officers are also there mourning the loss of one of their own.

Officers salute as the firing squad begin shooting to honor Joseph Reagan's passing.

Strykers Island

Several levels below the island prison just outside Metropolis is a secret prison holding the most dangerous criminal on the planet. Superman.

The fallen kryptonian resides in a hospital bed in the center of his glass prison cell in the center of the prison surrounded by red sun lamps.

He is hooked up to every medical wire known to man. His body is broken. Maimed. The left side of his face is covered in bandages. As well as on the top of his head. The right side is the only vision part. Batman beat Superman so badly he needed brain surgery to stop the swelling.

He is blind on the left side of his face due to Batman taking his left eye. His left ear is also gone. He is partially deaf in that ear as well. His left arm is nothing but a stump from the shoulder to just above the elbow.

Batman also broke both his legs as well as his right arm. But, the must damaging is that Batman stabbed Superman in the back with the kryptonite blades from his kryptonite gauntlets, severing his spinal cord. He will never walk again.

An oxygen mask is strapped to his face to help him breathe. He opens his eye looking around and sees the red sun lamps. He's powerless. He tries to move around but feels pain everywhere. But, he sees they are giving him painkillers. He then realizes. "I can't feel my legs" he gasps out.

The light fixtures in his prison cell as well as the red sun lamps around his cell begin to flicker. He sees Batman standing before him. He is clad in his black body armored batsuit. The black bat emblem on his chest outlined in red. His black armored fully clad cowl head with his white lens eyes staring into the kryptonian's soul. His body enveloped by his cape.

The kryptonian reaches for the panic button to alert the doctors. "Don't bother" Batman says gruffly.

Superman looks over at his mortal enemy. "I disabled the panic button as well as put the security cameras on a loop from five minutes ago" Batman continues.

"What do you want?" The kryptonian struggles to get out.

Batman leans closer to the bedridden man. "No matter where you go, whatever you do, I will be watching you!" He removes his arms from beneath his cape and pulls a black device from his belt. He grips the man's prison shirt and rips it off revealing bandages wrapped around his torso.

"You need to remember something!" The dark clad man hisses. "You are a guest on this planet. A refugee. You should have acted like one." Batman takes a deep breath, "Instead you became its ruler. But, no more. Now, you are this planet's prisoner. For however long your miserable life remains."

Batman squeezes a trigger on the handle of the device he pulled from the belt. It heats up to reveal a bat symbol. A bat-brand.

He presses it into Superman's chest. Pain erupts from his throat. The smell of burning flesh and a hissing sound overcome the two men's senses.

Batman removes the brand from Superman's chest revealing a bat emblem seared into his flesh.

Superman whimpers. "When you look at that I want you to remember the one man who beat you. Who will always beat you" Batman says. The black clad man returns the bat-brand to his belt.

Batman grasps Superman's cheeks with his left hand. "Now you live under my heel. Now you will know what it's like when your life is ruled by another."

He releases his grip on the kryptonian. He leans back to his full height. "I won't kill you. Not yet. When your legacy is destroyed, and you are nothing but a forgotten memory" the vigilante leans in once again, "Then you have permission to die" he says darkly.

Lights flicker again, and Batman is gone.

Doctors come in to check on Superman's condition a few minutes after the vigilante had left. One gasps, "Oh God, he branded him" the doctors says after seeing the bat brand on Superman's chest.

Gotham

Chief Reagan enters City Hall. He walks to the mayor's office because the mayor called him in. The mayor's tone suggested it was not an option.

Reagan knocks and is given permission to enter. Reagan enters and sees a dark-haired man sitting behind his desk. The man looks up from papers he is looking over.

This is Mayor William Dusk, a middle-aged man with dark hair and with a dark-haired mustache with the middle of the upper lip shaved. He is wearing a white dress shirt and a black tie with black dress pants and black loafers.

"Chief Reagan, thank you for coming" the mayor greets. He stands and shakes Reagan's hand. He gestures for Reagan to take a seat. Frank complies and sits in front of the mayor's desk.

"Sir, how can I help you" Reagan asks.

"I heard how you lead the charge to help overthrow the regime. You rallied the police force to follow you. You have great leadership skills" the mayor praises.

"It wasn't just me sir, it was every officer this city has" Reagan says.

Dusk nods in acceptance of that statement, "I understand that we lost many officers during the battle. My condolences on the loss of you son" Dusk sympathies.

Sadness consumes Franks face, "Thank you, Mr. Mayor. Joe was a great cop. He knew the risks."

The mayor nods, "I also hear we wouldn't have our city back if it wasn't for its resident pointy eared friend."

Reagan shakes his head, "I wouldn't know anything about that."

The mayor hums, skeptical of his statement, "I don't care." He stands, "Tomorrow you take the big chair."

Raegan asks, "What?"

Dusk smiles, "Congratulations. Commissioner Reagan." He offers his hand for Frank to take. Frank stands and shakes the mayor's hand.

"I heard what our pointy eared friend did to Superman. I understand that had to happen. But, if he starts doing that to regular criminals I will want him brought in" Dusk's smile vanishes.

The mayor turns and looks towards the window behind his desk and sighs, "There's going to be a power vacuum with Superman's fall." Dusk turns back to the new police commissioner, "I want every available resource used to protect Gotham. Deputize him if you have to."

Reagan nods, "I understand, Mr. Mayor" he says still unsure about Batman.

Belle Reve

Wonder Woman, Diana of Themyscira, sits in a prison cell several levels below the prison. She sits in an orange prison jump suit with a gold collar around her neck with a flashing red light going off where her throat is on the collar.

It's a magical power dampener used on magical beings. She can thank Batman for the new piece of jewelry. She is now powerless. She has discovered that she has been unconscious for a couple of weeks. She has a depressive and contemplative expression on her face.

Images of Batman run through her mind. The way he moved. The way he spoke. His voice. It was a little different. Age couldn't have changed him that much. Unless. A thought strikes her. It wasn't the same man. The thought frightens her. Was it him.

She hears someone clear their throat breaking her out of her thoughts and concerns. She lifts her head up sharply. Diana sees her mother, Hippolyta, standing outside her cell, wearing her white robes and gold crown on her head. Diana jumps up slamming the palms of her hands on the glass door of her prison cell.

"Mother get me out of here" the princess demands.

An angry expression appears on the queen's face, "I cannot."

"What?" The younger Amazon says, "Why not?" She says anger lacing with her tone.

"Man's World demands retribution for what you have done" the Queen states to her daughter. "It I do demand for your return home I fear Man's World will retaliate."

"You're just going to leave me here to rot?" Diana can't believe her own mother is turning her back on her own flesh and blood.

"I must do what is best for Themyscira, Diana" the blonde royal sighs. "The United Nations is on the edge of declaring Themyscira a hostile nation."

The Queen shakes her head, "I can't allow that to happen. Our home will not suffer for your crimes."

"I was bringing peace to the world" the raven-haired Amazon shouts out frantically.

"DIANA, JUST STOP!" Her mother shouts at her. Diana is taken back. She hasn't heard her mother yell at her like that since she was a teenager. Hippolyta composes herself, "This was not about bringing peace. This was subjugation plan and simple. This was putting yourself above others. This was you foolhardily following the wrong man."

Hippolyta shuts her eyes and shakes her head. She is wondering where she went wrong with her daughter. Maybe it was her god given powers given to her by her father, Zeus. She was always neglectful with her powers growing up.

"Mother, please don't leave me here" Diana pleads with her mother.

The Queen looks up into her daughter's eyes and can't see the daughter she raised in them anymore. "You made your bed, Diana. Now you must lie in it." She pauses and prepares herself for her proclamation. "It is with a heavy heart that I must banish you from Themyscira."

Diana's eyes widen in shock. Anything but that.

Hippolyta continues, "You are banished from Themyscira. Never again to call it your home. And your title as princess is revoked as well. Themyscira will be lost to you forever."

As she finishes she turns to leave. "I must do what I must to protect Themyscira, Diana. Lara will be taken care of. You have my word."

Diana slams her fist against the glass, "She is my child!"

Hippolyta looks back at her daughter for the last time. "So, you have time for this one? You never had time for him." The queen has not forgotten how she treated and neglected her grandson. She believes that Dante was not taken but simply ran away. And she knows Diana is to blame for the loss of her grandson. He may very well be dead for all she knows.

Diana looks away in shame. Either for her actions toward him or because of his existence. Only Diana truly knows.

"What was it that made you despise him so much? Was it that he was male? Or was it the father that made you neglect the boy? Hippolyta questions her daughter about her lost son. She wanted to know the truth. "How long must the son be punished for sins of the father, Diana?"

Diana can't even look her mother in the eye. Hippolyta leaves the prison cell. Leaving her child to answer for her crimes. Never to visit again.

Gotham-Batcave

Batman stands over a cliff in the batcave gazing into the abyss below. He stands there just staring into the abyss. The abyss looking back into him. But he will not blink. He refuses to blink. Blinking means he is defeated. Blinking means he is just like those he set out to destroy. The combined blood in his veins given to him by his parents, refuses to be defeated. Refuses to give up. Just another lesson his father had taught him. As well as inherited from them.

Absorbing and processing everything he had done since returning to Gotham. And he must say he is both proud and ashamed of his actions.

He has come to terms with what he truly is. A monster. He admits to himself finally that this wasn't about justice. This was about settling a score. With her. She took everything from him. So, he took everything from her.

He took what took over twenty years for her to build and stomped it into dust. He tore them from their Olympus and crushed them into oblivion in a matter of weeks.

And the part that disgusts him is the fact he enjoyed it. Enjoyed how he hunted each of them down and beat them into submission.

Without his father there to guide him, Logan fears he may have become more darker of a Batman than his father ever was.

He raises his left arm to his cowled face and sees the bat-brand in his fist. He mutilated Superman. Maimed Hal Jordan. He crossed some lines. Broke some rules. He can't go backwards only forward. He must never return to that dark place again. An old memory resurfaces with all these recollections.

Then

An eleven-year-old, Logan, is sitting in front of Woodhouse in the sitting room of Wayne Manor. The Englishmen is treating the young man's wounds after his little battle with the bats in the batcave.

"If you're going to do this, you are going to have to have rules" the new butler of Wayne Manor says with no room for Logan to escape the question.

The young man simply nods. He grimaces as the antiseptic burns the scratches of his left arm. He then glares at the aging butler, "I will not kill" the Wayne heir says with conviction and anger in his voice.

"Again" Woodhouse demands. If Logan is to take the same path his father had taken there can be no room for doubt. No room to waver. No room for giving up.

"I will not kill" Logan repeats again while still glaring and no loss of conviction in his voice. He will have his vengeance.

End of flashback

"Sir?" Batman turns to see his confidant, Woodhouse, wearing a white long sleeve dress shirt, with a black tie, pants and loafers.

The dark clad man turns back to the abyss. "I broke rules. Did a lot of things I'm not proud of." He turns back to the older man, "I have to be better. For what is to come."

"For what is to come, sir?" The Englishmen repeats confusingly. "But the war is over." The Regime has fallen. Superman and his associates are imprisoned.

"No." The younger man turns to Woodhouse, "The war has just begun" he says ominously.

He hands the bat-brand to Woodhouse, who takes it. "Put that in the vault" the vigilante orders.

The vault. A secret room in the batcave filled with some of the most dangerous weapons of mass destruction on the planet. The original Batman built it after discovering weapons he deemed too dangerous for anyone to have and unable to be destroyed.

Woodhouse nods, and proceeds to the vault. He passes by the trophy room of the cave. Among the trophies accumulated during his father's crusade are two new pieces that have been added to the collection.

Situated parallel to each other in glass cases are Superman's red torn cape with some blood stains on it and Wonder Woman's tiara.

Woodhouse walks to a wall away from the main sections of the batcave. He presses on the wall and a palm scanner and keypad are revealed. He types in the passcodes and presses his hand for his handprint to be scanned. The keypad and scanner turn green accepting Woodhouse.

The wall moves upward revealing a metal room with shelves all along the room. Woodhouse proceeds inside and places the bat-brand between two new weapons added to the vault. Hal Jordan's yellow power ring and Wonder Woman's golden Lasso of Truth hanging on a stand.

It's better to keep the lasso away from the Amazons. They can't be trusted with the power that it brings.

There the bat-brand will serve as a reminder to Logan that even he is dangerous and must be contained as well.

Batman walks over to a square container in the science lab of the cave. He presses a button and a cylinder pops out of the container as well as cold air. Inside the cylinder is the severed arm of Superman. Batman cryogenically froze it to study kryptonian physiology further. To develop more ways to defeat kryptonians.

Iron Heights

Hal Jordan sits in his prison cell awaiting his day in court. He won't fight it. He's broken. He looks down at the prosthetic hands they gave him.

It's not the same as his real hands.

It's what he deserves for everything he did with the regime. Barry. Guy. Gone. Because of the choices he made.

He sits in his cell. Together with his guilt as his cellmate.

Hall of Justice

Batman exits the Hall of Justice just before dawn breaks. The night sky is a dark shade of black with a scarlet red sunrise approaching.

Batman walks a few more feet before he pulls out a small white remote control with three square red buttons. He pauses and seeing that he is far enough away he presses the right button.

The hall of justice explodes in a fiery explosion.

Batman just keeps on walking. He made a promise to destroy everything Superman built.

And he is a man of his word.

He made sure the hall as well as the surrounding area was clear of people.

It isn't long until the Hall of Justice, a symbol of the regime, is nothing but ash and smoke.

Metropolis

At the same time as the Hall of Justice explodes. A bronze statue of Superman in Metropolis Park explodes into pieces.

Signifying the end of Superman's age. His generation of heroes is over.

Themyscira

Queen Hippolyta sits upon her throne annoyance clearly visible on her face. The subject of her foul mood stands before her.

Her sister, Antiope, stands before the queen, wearing armor, her blonde hair tied into a braid. Outrage filling her blue eyes.

"How could you exile your own daughter, Hippolyta" the aunt of Wonder Woman asks. The queen's decree clearly bothering her.

Hippolyta's cool features begin to waver, aggravation beginning to overtake her. "I did what I must to protect Themyscira."

"Diana only sided with Superman to protect Themyscira from suffering the same fate as Atlantis" the queen's sister fires back. Offering an alternative reason for Diana's crimes.

"She married him" the blonde queen shoots back. "Enough of this. I am queen, and my decision is final" Hippolyta orders having become tired of bickering with her sister, who seems to be forgetting her station.

"But, Hippolyta…" Antiope starts but is cut off.

"You are starting to annoy me sister. Enough of your prattling and carrying on. I have made my decision and I will not overturn it." The queen glares at the amazon before her, "Diana is banished. Never to return." The Queen's expression turns to fury, "Accept it" she orders.

Antiope sighs, she walks out without bowing. Displeasure still on her face.

Hippolyta sighs. Does Antiope think her banishment of Diana was easy? It was the hardest decision she ever had to do since Hippolyta took the throne.

"My queen?" Hippolyta turns her head to the left to see her general Phillipus dressed in her armor concerned.

"I'm fine, Phillipus. Just weary is all" the queen eases her general's concern.

"Antiope may use this to rally other sisters against you" the dark-skinned amazon expressed the possible coup the queen's sister may rally.

"Perhaps" Hippolyta states. Her sister has been a supporter for going to Man's World and solidifying Superman's peace. Hippolyta rejected it ever time. The Senate continues to deliberate on it. Antiope continues to be frustrated by her sister's lack of action.

"With Diana gone from Man's World's politics, we are in a pinch" the queen thinks out loud. With the UN severely concerned about Themyscira's presence, the Amazons need to think about their position. Man's World may very well attack them in retaliation for what their princess has done.

"Perhaps, another tournament, my queen?" The general offers.

Hippolyta nods, "That sounds wise."

"There are also the concerns of your heirs" the general reminds the queen.

Hippolyta perplexed asks, "What do you mean?"

Phillipus uncomfortably says, "With Diana gone, if something were to happen to you, there would be no one to take your place immediately. Antiope would rush out to war. She would no doubt bring danger to our home."

The blonde amazon narrows her eyes, "What are you talking about? Donna is also my heir. Our princess." Heat laced into her words.

Bashful the general lowers her head, "But she is just a duplicate."

Fury now fills the queen anew, "Phillipus," the general looks up cautiously because of the tone the queen is using, "I value your counsel. I consider you a friend." The Queen then glares at her friend and confidant, "You will never speak towards or about Donna like that again. She is my child. Your princess. Regardless of how she came to be. You will show her respect." The glare continues, and the general bows her head in shame.

"Apologies, my queen. But, this is what many of out people feel regarding the second princess."

Hippolyta hums, "Overtime I'm sure Donna will prove to all of them that she is just as much an Amazon as any other. Regardless of her birth."

The general nods, "Alert our sisters to the upcoming tournament to decide our new champion and ambassador" the blonde queen orders.

"At once, my queen" the dark-skinned woman obeys and leaves the throne room.

Unbeknownst to them, the princess has been eavesdropping on the queen. Donna curious about her mother's trip to Man's World went to see what has happened.

Donna is filled with sadness over never seeing her sister again. But, excitement also fills her. The tournament will allow the winner to go to Man's World. Something Donna has dreamed of doing for so long.

"This is my chance" the young Amazon whispers. She leaves her mother behind in the throne room to prepare. Sneaking into the tournament shouldn't be too difficult.

Gotham- Clocktower

Barbara Gordon rolls up to her computer station in her wheelchair. She cracks her fingers and begins typing. She is monitoring the regime soldiers' apprehension as well as those that are still free.

The Acolytes of Superman, she snorts what a pretentious name. What's next? Start a religion around that murdering alien.

She hates him. More than anything. She has lost a lot of friends and family because of that bastard.

Her father. Helena. Dick. Cassandra. Tim. Bruce. All gone.

She is the last original batfamily member alive.

But its all over now. The Regime has fallen. Superman imprisoned.

It's a new world now. Logan will be counting on her from here on out. She won't let him down.

The aging red head must admit, she likes the fact that she gets to work with Batman again. A different Batman. But a Batman nonetheless.

Her phone starts to ring. She pauses what she's doing and answers.

"Yes?'' The wheelchair bound woman says.

"I hear congratulations are in order" a woman's voice say back to Barbara.

"Dinah" Barbara says excitedly. She hasn't heard from her in years. It was good to hear from her again. "I've been meaning to call."

"Hello, Barbara" the blonde fellow wheelchair bound woman greets.

"How have you been?"

Dinah answers back, "Better the last few days" she says cheerfully. After all these years Superman finally pays for what he did to Oliver. What he did to her.

He murdered her husband. Put her in a wheelchair. And made her raise her twin alone. She had been furious with herself for her confined position. But over time she had acclimated to her less mobile form. And it hasn't slowed her down.

"I don't suppose you want to meet him" the red-haired woman asks her old friend.

Dinah smiles over the phone, "I'm not sure" her brow furrows.

Barbara continues trying to persuade her, "I'm sure he could learn a lot from you."

"Maybe" the blonde states. She had the privilege of knowing who the original Batman was considering she trained with him with the JSA many years ago.

"I'm glad it's over, Barbara."

The red head smiles, "Me too."

Dinah carries on, "When he died, I thought we lost" she says melancholic. "He wears the cowl well" she says proudly.

Barbara nods, "He does. But, he's still learning" she states rigidly. She still wishes it was Bruce wearing the cowl. Or Dick. She can't help feeling like this. She misses them both dearly.

The red head continues, "I've been meaning to call you" catching the blonde woman's attention. "I've been thinking of getting the old team back together."

"The Birds of Prey?" Dinah states confused by the mentioning of their former femme fatale team. It has been years since the team was together. Helena is dead. And the two of them are in wheelchairs. How are they going to go trekking in third world countries on secret missions?

"Yes, what do you think?" The red head asks hoping her old friend will join.

"I don't think so, Barbara" Dinah says sorrowfully. "I'm too old. As well as confined. It's time for some new blood."

"What do you mean?" The red-haired computer expert questions confused.

Dinah smiles again, "I've been training a new canary. And a new archer. They're good" the blonde middle-aged woman says proudly. "I don't suppose you want to meet them" she poses the same question her red haired friend asked before.

"Sure" Barbara says with a smile. It would be good to see what this new generation of heroes can do. She laughs, who knew Logan would lead the charge for a new wave of heroes to start appearing. "Let's see what these youngsters can do."

Fortress of Solitude

Batman jumps out of the batwing and into the snow. Proceeding to the crystal fortress. A gray duffle bag is strapped to his left shoulder.

Inside the bag are high grade explosives. He plans to blow Superman's fortress to pieces after he takes any tech or objects that need to be appropriated.

But first he must find a way to get inside. No doubt the fortress is heavily guards and locked up tight.

Batman presses some buttons on his right gauntlet activating the handprint, he lifted from Superman's severed left arm as well as DNA for any locks needing DNA recognition.

He presses his dark gauntlet clad hand against the fortress. Hearing a click he moves his hand away and the gold doors begin to open.

He steps back a little as the doors open up to him as white light emits form the opening.

Without warning, a steel hand grabs Batman's throat. Batman grits his teeth and groans as one of Superman's Eradicators is attempting to crush his throat.

The Eradicator is wearing Superman's red and blue uniform, as well as his black hair on the top of its head but the rest is gray steel on his face and hands.

The robot raises its hand and makes a fist. Attempting to put another hole in Batman's head.

As he prepares himself for the end, he hears a loud echoing female voice.

"STOP!"

The machine listens to the voice and halts its attack.

"PUT HIM DOWN!" The voice orders the android. The Eradicator complies with the order and unceremoniously drops Batman on his back into the snow.

The vigilante gasps and puts a hand to his throat, no doubt bruised, taking massive gulps of air.

"RETURN." The android flies up and back into the fortress.

"COME ALONG, YOUNG MAN. IT'S ALRIGHT TO ENTER" the voice says slightly gentler then before.

Batman rises from the snow, dusting himself off, and looks to see the duffle bag a few feet away. He picks it up and proceeds inside.

The fortress's doors shut loudly behind him. The dark clad man turns his head to see the doors are closed. He is already thinking of a way of escaping the fortress should this person behind the voice have any untoward plans for him.

He keeps walking seeing all kinds of things inside this place. Giant robots. Weapons and the like. How typical, he thinks to himself. They really do have a lot in common. They collect items from past conflicts.

He sees a gold hovering robot with a square head approaching.

"Hello, Batman. I am Kelex. Servant of the house of El" the kryptonian robot greets. "Please follow me. I will escort you to her" the robot says politely.

Batman is consumed with suspicion and fascination. This machine is a marvel. The scientist in him is already writing down hundreds of questions he would like to ask this Kelex.

He nods and follows the hovering robot. Minutes pass until Batman starts hearing beeping from a heart monitor. He sees a sickly old woman laying in a hospital bed. White hair almost gone.

Martha Kent, he immorality recognizes. He walks up to her stoically. She turns to him and smiles a little. "Hello" she greets.

He sees that she is hooked up too many wires.

"Stage three pancreatic cancer" she answers his unasked question.

"I'm sorry" the vigilante says sorrowfully. He looks around and it appears she's the only living person in the Arctic. "Have you been here all this time?"

She shakes her head weakly, "Not at first. But after our home burned down Clark moved us here to keep us safe. But a few years back, my husband and I went back to Smallville. But, the people drove us away." She shrugs her shoulders, "And this is where we went back to. A cold crystal prison."

Batman feels sad at hearing what has happened to this woman. "Where's your husband?" Not seeing him anywhere but has a gut feeling he already knows.

Saddened by the mentioning of her husband says, "He passed a few years back. It's been just me since then" the dying woman says.

"I'm sorry, Mrs. Kent" Batman says mournfully understanding the pain of loss.

She shakes her head, "It's me that should be apologizing."

The young man looks at her confused. Wondering what she had to apologize for.

"My husband and I found an alien baby and decided to raise him in secret without telling the government. And no matter how much we loved him we couldn't help him, and he became dictator of the world" she says weakly and tearfully.

Batman says nothing.

The dying woman looks at him, "Where were you when Clark needed a friend?"

Batman glares at her enraged, "Your son, had other friends that could have been a shoulder for him to cry on. Instead they pushed him into becoming what he is today." He pauses considering if he should say the next few words. She's dying so the security risk is minimal. "Why did my predecessor have to be the one who was to be counted on the most, out of all of the embarrassment that was the Justice League" he hisses.

Martha appears shocked by this new information. Now understanding who the man that stands before her is. "Was…" she struggles to say, "Was Clark the one who killed him?"

Batman looks at her darkly, "He was there" he bits out. "He tried at first. His wife committed it" he says his words laced with venom. His blood set aflame as he remembers who took the man he respected the most in this world away from the young man. Every cell in his body demanding vengeance.

She shakes her head, "I liked my first daughter in law better" she says stating her displeasure with Diana. "He changed so much when Lois died." Tears build up in her eyes, "He beat that poor green clad man to death right in front of Jonathon and I" she sobs. "I'm sorry for what my son did to your father."

Batman says nothing, but nods in acceptance of her condolences.

She sniffs but then notices the duffle bag, "What's in the bag?"

Batman attempts to hide the duffle bag behind his back, "Don't worry about it" he says simply.

She raises an eyebrow, "I really think I should."

Suddenly, Kelex appears, "Several high-grade explosives detected. Said explosives could potentially cause severe damage to the fortress."

Martha just looks at Batman understanding the reason for his visit, "I see" she says nonchalantly. Which peaks the dark clad man's interest. "I'm dying, you're here to wipe out everything kryptonian, are you not?"

He nods. She sighs, "I understand. Clark did some damage. Everyone wants it to be nothing but a memory." She says with a thankful smile, "Thank you for stopping Clark. Maybe he can get help dealing with his grief. Thank you" she says gratefully.

"I should have killed him" he says heatedly.

"Perhaps, but you didn't.'' A peaceful expression forms on her face, "Don't let vengeance take over. You're a good man" she smiles. "Don't think any different."

He says nothing. How little she knows. He doesn't have the heart to tell her, she is wrong about him. He is not a good man. Not at all. He mutilated her son just to get back at Diana.

"Before you blow the place up, could you do me a favor?" The dying woman asks the new Batman. He slightly nods. She gives him a grateful smile, "I found out what happened to Superboy" she states.

She now has Batman's interest. He hasn't heard what happened to Superboy. He seemed to fall off the face of the earth years ago. "Connor attempted to put Clark in the Phantom Zone after Clark killed the Joker. But, Connor was sent in instead. Could you get him out?" She pleads with him.

Another kryptonian loose in the world. Batman doesn't think so. But, he doesn't have the heart to deny a dying woman's last request. He sighs, "How did you find out?"

"Kelex" she says simply.

He grits his teeth mulling over his decision, "I'll see what I can do." He walks away in search of the phantom zone projector.

He reaches the projector already check marking it as one of the items from the kryptonian stronghold to take with him.

He begins pressing buttons, but his access is denied because he is not Superman. He activates his gauntlets which have the kryptonian's DNA on the palms of his hands. He holds a hand against a scanner and it glows green recognizing him as Superman.

Once he has access he begins a search for Superboy on the phantom zone inmate list. He finds him in a matter of minutes and pauses. Allowing another kryptonian to run loose in this world, he grimaces. He doesn't know if he can beat another kryptonian again. But, from what he knows at the moment, Superboy was the first one who knew what had to be done with Superman after Metropolis. After the Joker.

He sighs and grits his teeth. He is going to hate himself in the morning. He presses the phantom zone projectors return button. Light appears from the gateway and out comes Superboy, clad in a torn black t-shirt with a red 's' on his chest and jeans and black boots.

The teenage kryptonian groans as he falls on his hands and knees weary from being released from the dimensional prison.

Batman quickly shuts off the phantom zone and then walks over to the teenager. "Easy" he says gruffly.

The boy groans again and turns his head to him. He quickly blinks attempting to fix his blurry vision. However, yellow sunlight is shot onto him by Kelex empowering him. His powers gradually return and his x-ray vison flashes scanning the vigilante before him.

Batman's identity is concealed do to his cowl being lined with lead. "You're different" the boy of steel struggle to say. He attempts to stand but quickly slumps to the floor.

The vigilante puts his hand on the boy's shoulder, "Take it easy" he repeats. "You've been in there for some time."

It all comes crashing down to Connor, "Clark!" he exclaims. "What happened? Where is he?"

"Imprisoned" the dark clad man says simply.

"How long have I been in there?"

Batman remains stoic.

"How long?" The boy repeats louder becoming agitated and fearful of the amount of time that has passed.

"Twenty-two years" Batman tells him in a calming way.

Over twenty years. The words echo through the kryptonian hybrids head. Panic. Agitation. Anger. All these emotions overwhelm him. He holds his head in his hands. "What happened?"

Batman begins to recount what has transpired over the years the teenager has missed.

A burning hot anger ignites within Superboy, all those people killed by his family. All the time he lost in this world.

"Tim?" The super powered teen asks, fearful of the answer.

He knows Tim Drake was Red Robin, which surprises Batman. His father always told him their identities were there greatest weapons. "I'm sorry" he says sympathetically. Superboy lowers his head. Tim was Connors best friend. "He died over a decade ago" the vigilante continues.

Connor nods his head, tears trickling down his face. He looks up, "I saw your DNA. I'm sorry'' he apologizes. "My powers went into overdrive when I got some sunlight" he says shyly. "You're related to Wonder Woman" he exclaims.

The dark clad man wants to ask how he knows Wonder Woman's DNA but considering Superboy's powers as well as the attractiveness of her and that he is a teenager, its not out of the realm of possibility Connor has used his x-ray vision for purposes other than fighting crime.

Batman grimaces, that is one of his greatest secrets. "Keep it to yourself" he orders. "Last thing I need is her enemies coming after me for payback."

Superboy nods, "Yeah, no problem" he says quickly. "Thanks for letting me out." He turns his head a little and mutters to himself, "The more things change." The original Batman and Wonder Woman had a kid. Wow. It's incredibly surprising. He always thought Wonder Woman had a thing for Clark.

"Don't thank me" he hisses. Surprising the teenager. "Thank Mrs. Kent. Do not make me regret setting you free" he warns.

Conner looks down sheepishly, the threat made clear, this is what he should expect from people. He looks at the symbol on his chest it means nothing anymore. No more hope.

Batman's glare softens, the young man is a lot like him. A relative of a monster. No longer sure of there place in the world. The new Batman is lucky, one of his parents was a decent person. Without that he couldn't wear his father's symbol on his chest. His mother will never admit she was wrong or clean up the mess she made of the world. He must do it in her place. Doesn't look like anyone else is going to do it.

Superboy doesn't have that. He is a clone of Superman and Lex Luthor, both criminals.

He pities the boy.

"Kid" he says gently to bring the kryptonian clone back to him. He looks at him, Batman kneels down to his level, "The world's a mess now" he states putting a hand on the younger man's shoulder, "The heroes you know of are gone. It might just be the two of us against the world to help rebuild it" he pauses. "But, I can't force you to do anything. Actions are useless without will."

The jean clad boy looks down unsure of what to do.

Batman continues, "Take your time. You'll know when you're ready" he finishes and stands. "But now the age of heroes is over."

"There's something else you should know" he says sadly.

The boy looks up at him with wide eyes wondering what else is there.

The next thing he knows he is standing outside Martha Kent's room.

"She doesn't have much time left" Batman mutters to the boy. "Months at the most." He turns his head to the teenager, "I advise you spend as much time as you can with her. Make them worthwhile for her. And for you." He says sincerely.

He dumbly nods. He is overwhelmed by everything that he has learned. He numbly walks over to her bed. "Mrs. Kent" he whispers.

She weakly turns her head to look at him and smiles, "Connor, so Batman did set you free" she says happily.

He numbly nods, "Mr. Kent's gone" he whimpers. Tears escaping his eyes. The older Kent shades tears as well. He holds her hand in his tightly. Not wanting to let go.

Batman observes them for a few moments. Perplexed by what he sees. He wonders to himself. Is this what family is like? He wouldn't know. He turns leaving them alone and begins his shopping.

Wayne Manor

On the grounds of one of the founding families of Gotham City, resides three tombstones. Side by side, the names on each tombstone goes from right to left. Thomas Wayne. Martha Wayne. Bruce Wayne.

On the bottom of Bruce Wayne's grave there is an epitaph.

Bruce Wayne

Died 2024

He lived to repay a debt. He died after it was repaid.

Standing before the grave of Bruce Wayne, stands his son, Logan Wayne. He stands in a black overcoat, unbuttoned, with a white dress shirt the top unbuttoned. His face has some bruises here and there, a parting gift from his fight with Superman. They are fading. Slowly. His eyes are covered with black sunglasses. A single red rose in his hand.

A solemn expression on his face. He stands there his overcoat flapping in the wind.

He reaches down and places the rose on his fathers' grave. He puts his hands in the pockets of the overcoat.

Everything that has happened since he began his journey was always going to lead him back to this place. His experiences fly around his skull threatening to explode.

His lips quiver, "Its over, dad" he sobs. "Its over." He breaks down.

Finally, after eleven years. Logan can finally mourn his father's death. Maybe now he can finally forgive himself.

He stands there for ten more minutes until he finally composes himself. He sniffs and begins to walk away, but as he walks away some sunlight peers through the cloudy sky and Logan's passing shadow has to horns on the top of his head.

Gotham- Wayne Enterprises

Reporters stand outside Wayne Enterprises waiting to hear the announcement the company is about to make.

Inside Wayne Tower stands Luke Fox, cane in hand dressed in a charcoal business suit and Logan Wayne standing a foot away from him.

Logan is dressed in a black suit jacket, pants and loafers, with a blue dress shirt. His hair is combed back, and he is cleaned shaved. He is currently adjusting his black tie.

"I hate ties" he grumbles. An annoyed expression on his face. Today is the day Wayne Enterprises officially acknowledging Logan as heir to the Wayne fortune as well as the new CEO of Wayne Enterprises. With Luke Fox as his right hand.

"I swear" the younger man begins. "As soon as I'm in charge, no more ties."

The dark-skinned man laughs, "Really, you hate ties that much" he asks incredulously.

Logan glares at his friend, "I don't understand why anyone would invent these" he says clutching his black tie. "They are practically walking nooses" he says stating his displeasure of the silk material.

It gets quite for a moment and the annoyance on Logan's face is replaced by a somber expression which Luke notices and asks, "You okay?"

The younger man turns to the older man, "The night my father died he said something" Logan states. "He said he was sorry" he shakes his head and looks away. He takes a deep breath and continues, "For a long time, I thought he was apologizing for the fight the two of us had before he was killed" he says as he is reflecting on that night.

"It wasn't until recently that I figured out what he meant" he says somberly.

He looks back at Luke, "He wasn't apologizing because of the fight. He was apologizing because he died."

"He knew. What would happen to me because of his death. He knew what I would become" he says sadly. He shakes his head, "He didn't want that for me. It's why we always fought. I wanted to fight. But, he lost so many of his kids. He didn't want to lose another because of him" he says somberly.

Luke puts a hand on Logan's right shoulder breaking the young man from his bleak thoughts, "He'd be proud od the man you've become" he says trying to keep those gloomy thoughts away from his friend.

"Sometimes I wonder" Logan mutters.

Luke narrows his eyes to get a better look at Logans' usually light tanned face, "Are you wearing makeup?"

"That caped tyrant got a few good shots in to my face" he grumbles. "They are healing slowly. It's the only way to conceal them. Wouldn't want the press to start asking questions trying to get answers neither of us want out. Why?" He says concerned raising a hand to his face.

Luke pauses for a second but quickly shakes his head, "No."

Logan gives him a look, "You paused" he accuses his oldest friend. "Why did you pause?" He questions the dark-skinned man.

Luke pauses again and then quickly answers, "I didn't."

The younger man glares again, "You did it again" he repeats.

"Just stay out of the light" the older man says to speed things along. Though he knows that there is going to be camera flashes and lights on Logan the minute he steps up to the podium outside.

He checks his watch, "Ready?" The dark-skinned man asks seeing that it's almost time for the press conference.

The younger man takes a deep breath and exhales, "As I'll ever be."

The two men make there way to the glass doors, but before Logan opens the doors he turns to look at Luke and asks, "You got my back?"

Luke smiles, "Of course."

As the two men walk out to flashing lights.

GCPD Headquarters

On top of the roof of police headquarters, stands the newly named commissioner, Commissioner Frank Reagan. Wearing a black suit with a white dress shirt and red tie.

He is enjoying the breeze and looking at the night sky. Clouds moving through the night sky. Few stars visible, in this city.

He stands next to an old searchlight that has recently been refurbished because it hasn't been maintained in years. The searchlight is on shooting a beam of light into the sky. In the middle of the beam of light hitting the clouds is a bat.

The new commissioner is waiting for a…friend?

He jumps after hearing a knock-on metal. He turns to see Batman standing next to the batsignal, looking at him with those white eyes.

"Nice toy" the vigilante rasps.

Frank sighs, "I didn't have any other way to get in touch with you."

"What is it?"

Frank sighs, down to business he likes that, "Most of the regime soldiers in Gotham have been rounded up. Many taking the governments deal to be drafted into the military" he shakes his head clearly not approving of the deal.

"You don't approve" the dark clad man observes.

"No, many of them deserve prison cells" the suit clad man says angrily. "But, I understand the need for military strength. Especially, in this changing era." A weary expression on his face, the death of his son most likely making him biased.

Batman silently nods, "My condolences, on the loss of your son." He wishes in a perfect world no one would be killed. But there is no such thing as perfect. This is realty.

Reagan smiles slightly, "Thank you."

"And congratulations on the promotion, Commissioner" the vigilante congratulates.

Frank nods in thanks.

"What did you really call me for?" The vigilante asks getting back to the task at hand.

Reagan exhales, "We lost a lot of good cops in that revolution of ours. A power vacuum is forming in Gotham, and according to reports, The Mutants are attempting to fill in the gap. Already, I've got reports of four homicides and three assaults."

Batman states, "They're next on my list."

Reagan shakes his head, "Look, I'm not James Gordon. I believe in the law. Right and wrong. And in the eyes of the law, you, Batman are breaking the law." Batman remains stoic simply staring at the man.

"I agree" the vigilante says with his usual gruff. "The world has learned they can't trust people in costumes anymore."

Reagan nods his head agreeing with Batman, "It's time for people to start looking for heroes on the ground. Instead of in the sky." He points to Reagan, "They saw that. Ordinary men and women fighting for what they believe in. They need to rely on that" Batman says.

"You're right" the commissioner says. "The mayor wants every available resource used. That includes you too." He scratches the back of his head mulling over his decision, "You were once considered a great detective. I could use those skills, but" he says warningly, "Tone down the violence" he orders. "If you can't, then we're done and the mayor orders me to bring you in" he says heatedly.

"Every news outlet in the city saw the batsignal the night the regime fell. Many people were filled with hope, to wonder, to curiosity when they saw your light in the sky" Reagan says. He takes a deep breath, "I don't want to bring you in" he says honestly. "We lost far too many heroes to look up to" he says sorrowfully. "I don't want to see a man like you to fall as well."

Batman stands there absorbing Reagan's terms as well as doubts. He slightly nods agreeing to work with Reagan.

Reagan's lips twitch upward. He holds out his hand waiting for the vigilante to shake on it. Batman hesitates but walks up to the commissioner and takes his hand. A partnership reformed.

Reagan looks up to the batsignal in the sky. "The hearts and minds of all of Gotham are behind you." He looks back to the dark clad man. They let go of the handshake.

"Call me, if you need me" Batman says in his baritone voice as he turns to leave the rooftop.

"I never said thank you" Reagan's voice causes Batman to pause his back to the man.

He turns his head to the left slightly looking the mustached man.

"On the bridge" he smiles at him. Remembering who it was that saved him from the soldiers from falling to his death.

"And you'll never have too" the new Batman states as he jumps off the roof activating his capes glider function. Flying through the night.

He doesn't do this for praise. He does it to undo the damage his family has caused this world. As well as to uphold his fathers' legacy.

A new day dawns.

And that's a wrap for Injustice Beyond! I want to thank everyone for the reviews, follows and favs!

I hope everyone enjoyed it! Please review, I wish to know what you think as well as how I can improve my writing!

Stay tuned for the sequel, The Dark Knight of Tomorrow. The first chapter is underway and should be posted soon. It's gonna have a lot of great things. I can't wait to write. It will be posted in the Batman section of comics, so look out for it.

For those waiting on an update for Making the Best of It, the second chapter will be worked on as soon as I sink my teeth into The Dark Knight of Tomorrow.

For anyone wanting to know the year this story takes place in is 2035. Logan is 22 right now. The sequel will have maybe a 2 month timeskip. I just took the year the Injustice came out and added Logan's age. I neglected to put Bruce's date of birth because there is so much speculation on it, some say its in February, some say its not mentioned, so I didn't put it in.

The grave scene was taken from the animated series when the Scarecrow first appeared.

I have been reading the Injustice 2 comic and I added the part where the Kent's ask Bruce where was he when Superman needed a friend. I didn't like how they blamed Batman for what Superman became. Like I said in the epilogue he had other friends who could have been there properly not being his soldiers. Some had doubts but kept quite. I didn't like that. Also Antiope's amazon revolution will happen in a later story.

The epitaph on Bruce's grave was inspired from Superman/Batman comics in an annual after Final Crisis, where Dick became the new Batman and the two talked about the reason Bruce became Batman. To repay a debt.

BvS inspired the bat brand scene because I liked how Affleck threatened Luthor in that scene.

Last thing, the vault where Logan stores all those weapons isn't based on the vault in the comics which is basically an inescapable prison cell in the batcave.

Anyway, see ya in my next story!