SHATTERED WORLDS | DC (2022)

Year 5: The Dawn Of Light

Sinestro/Legion of Doom

Within the dimly lit confines of the League of Assassins' clandestine hideout, a malevolent alliance had convened. The Legion of Doom, a cadre of infamous villains, had gathered to cement their audacious plan to challenge the rule of Superman and the Regime.

Seated around a large, ornate table were some of the most notorious villains in the DC universe: Bane, Ras Al Ghul, Vandal Savage, Penguin, Deathstroke, and Talia Al Ghul. They huddled in the murky shadows, their eyes fixed on Sinestro, whose yellow aura illuminated the otherwise pitch-black room.

Vandal Savage leaned forward, his calculating gaze locked onto Sinestro. "What's the update, Sinestro?"

Sinestro, his yellow-skinned visage casting eerie shadows, spoke in a voice that resonated with ominous authority. "Things have grown more complicated. Batman has absconded with a teleportation device, and we remain uncertain of his intentions."

Talia Al Ghul, her demeanor as cold as her father's, interjected, "What does Batman's scheme have to do with our own?"

Sinestro turned his piercing gaze to Talia, his luminous eyes narrowing. "This is no ordinary device; it possesses the capability to traverse alternate dimensions. The implications should be apparent. Batman's actions could jeopardize everything."

Talia, chastened, fell silent, her eyes downcast.

Deathstroke, known for his impatience, couldn't contain his frustration. "How long will we bide our time? What if Batman takes years to act, or worse, never utilizes the device?"

Sinestro responded with a measured tone, "Patience, my friend, is the key. We are dealing with the Batman, a master strategist. Rest assured, he will put this newfound power to use."

The room fell into a tense silence as the Legion of Doom contemplated the uncertain path they now walked, with Batman's shadow looming large in their schemes.

Ras Al Ghul's voice resonated with measured poise as he spoke, "We'll follow your lead, Sinestro. With the Super Pill in our possession and Batman sowing even more chaos within Superman's regime, we shall strike when the iron is hot. However, there is something we ask of you." Ras's penetrating gaze fixated on Sinestro.

Sinestro, known for his unflinching composure under pressure, felt an unusual unease creep up his spine as Ras addressed him. "And what is it you ask of me?" he inquired, his voice steady.

Ras leaned forward, his eyes narrowing on Sinestro. "Convince Hal Jordan to join our cause."

Sinestro's gaze shifted away from the table, and he contemplated the weight of Ras's request. "I'm not sure that's a prudent course of action," he replied cautiously.

Ras, his countenance unyielding, issued a commanding directive. "Exercise your judgment, but make an attempt to sway him to our side."

With that, Ras Al Ghul stood and departed, followed by the others who dispersed in different directions. Sinestro remained behind, deep in thought, pondering the delicate matter of Hal Jordan and the role he might play in their audacious plan.

Damian/Raven

In the days that followed, Damian's transformation continued. Gone were the days of relentless training and brooding in the shadows. Instead, he began to embrace a more serene existence, one that allowed him to appreciate the world around him.

Every morning, Damian would wake up to the gentle rays of the rising sun, a sight he had rarely paid attention to in the past. The garden surrounding the Titans Tower became his sanctuary, a place of blooming flowers and tranquil paths. He would stroll through the lush greenery, admiring the vibrant colors and listening to the soothing whispers of the wind through the leaves.