The Spider With Prep-Time

Chapter 1

The battlefield was a hellish landscape, a twisted monument to the destruction we had failed to stop. Fires raged in the distance, casting flickering shadows over the torn buildings, the wreckage of what had once been Earth's cities. I could barely stand, my ribs cracked, my mask torn in half. Blood dripped from wounds I couldn't afford to think about.

I gasped for breath, my vision blurred, but I had to keep going. I couldn't stop.

Around me, my allies—those who had fought alongside me—lay in critical condition. Broken. Some were barely clinging to life. Others were already gone. Heroes and villains alike, people who had stood defiant against Darkseid's invasion, all reduced to this.

How did we get here?

It had started six months ago, with a surprise attack from Darkseid. He had invaded before, but this time was different. This time, he had come to conquer.

Cities fell. Millions died in the first wave. And it wasn't long before we realized that the usual tactics wouldn't work. Darkseid's forces were endless, his strategy ruthless. In desperation, something extraordinary happened: a truce.

Heroes and villains—those who had been at each other's throats for years—joined forces. It wasn't out of trust or mutual respect. It was out of necessity. Darkseid was a threat to everyone, and if we didn't work together, there wouldn't be anything left to fight for.

We built a resistance. A strike team, divided into divisions: the heavy hitters, the science division, magic users, evac teams, recon, medical, and those who tried to maintain order among civilians as panic spread like wildfire. We fought back, pushing against the relentless tide of Parademons and Darkseid's elite forces. Every battle was hard-fought, every victory drenched in blood.

But it wasn't enough.

The losses mounted, and soon, there were fewer and fewer of us left. At one point, the Earth's population had dwindled to 100,000. We kept pushing forward, clinging to the hope that we could still win. That there was some way out of this nightmare.

Then came the betrayal.

Lex Luthor.

He had always played both sides, working for his own gain, but none of us expected the extent of his treachery. He had gotten his hands on the Anti-Life Equation, the one thing Darkseid had sought above all else. Luthor believed it would earn him favor, power, a position at Darkseid's side.

But Darkseid had no use for traitors.

After accepting the Equation, Darkseid turned on Luthor without hesitation, executing him in cold blood. Luthor had been a fool, thinking he could manipulate a god. His death had been quick, merciless, and all the more devastating because it led to this—the final stand.

Now, there was no one left. The forces of Earth were shattered, our numbers dwindled to nothing. And here I stood, barely alive, my breath labored, my body broken.

Alone.

*insert scene of Batman in tatters huffing with broken ribs and torn mask*

The battlefield decorated with fire, buildings torn apart. My allies in critical condition, broken or ...dead. How did we get here?

It all started six months ago...a surprise attack from Darksied on earth but this time, the invasion was unlike ever before. As cities fell and lives were lost, super powered individuals from both the heroes and villains side came together to form a truce to work together to push back against Darkside forces all out assault. We had our strike team consisting of our heavy hitters, science division, magic, evac, recon, medical, and those who keep the peace with civilians as unrest continual crawls its way through. Defiantly we stood against Darkseid forces but it wasn't enough. Soon only 100,000 of the earth population remained as we kept pushing forward with the dying hope of coming out alive.