Sixth

Half of his body was trapped under a fallen slab. Bruce ran desperately to him, kneeling beside the butler and mentor who had been like a father to him. Tears streamed from his eyes.

“No, Alfred... please don’t...”

Amanda watched, pushing the agents to take the other heroes. Barry tried to approach, but was held back. Everyone looked at Bruce with regret.

“Bruce,” Amanda said in a low, almost gentle voice. “I’m sorry. But you have to come with me.”

Bruce stood up slowly, his face dark, tears still in his eyes. He glared at Amanda with restrained but deadly anger.

“I want you and your agents out of my house. Now.”

“I’m sorry. I understand your loss, but I can’t do this.”

Amanda maintained her posture, but Bruce turned his back, walking towards a broken structure and muttered:

“Enable mass detonation.”

A countdown began to sound over the mansion's speakers. Agents went on alert. Amanda received an urgent call.

“Director Waller,” the President’s voice said in the earpiece. “We have detected the activation of a nuclear strike protocol from an orbiting satellite. Source: Bruce Wayne.”

Amanda looked at him, horrified.

“Is that you?”

“Yes,” Bruce replied, staring at her. “And if you don’t leave now, Gotham will only be the beginning.”

Amanda called her superiors and explained the situation. The response was quick:

“Retreat. Immediately.”

Amanda nodded reluctantly. The helicopters began to withdraw. The cars carrying the heroes stopped. One by one, the agents began to leave the property.

Bruce knelt down beside Alfred again, holding his hand tightly, determined to save him no matter the cost. For once, Gotham was saved...but at a terrible personal cost.

The countdown stopped. The satellite was deactivated. The mansion burned in silence.

The Dark Knight cried, but in his eyes there still burned a spark of hope — Alfred was alive

Chapter 9: The Last Threat

The shockwave from the colossus's explosion echoed across Gotham. Clark staggered from the impact, his hyper-acute senses picking up the sound of the reanimated ANGOS agents' screams as their consciousnesses finally broke free from Sinestro's hold.

“That was close,” Clark said, brushing debris off his shoulders as he approached the other heroes. He looked at Amanda seriously. “You’re right, Director. With Jess, Barry, and the others, maybe we can make a big difference out there.”

Meanwhile, Batman was already scanning the area with his sensors.

“Any sign of Sinestro breaking free?” Clark asked. “Not at the moment,” Bruce replied. “But we need to be prepared. He’s not going down without a fight.”

Jess and Barry stood together, laughing quietly even in the midst of the chaos. Amanda watched them with a mixed expression—wariness and hope.

“Let’s focus on containing Sinestro for now. We can discuss our next steps once he’s defeated.”

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Suddenly, a new wave of yellow energy erupted from where Sinestro lay. Illusions began to distort the surroundings—trees twisted, the sky shimmered, and the heroes found themselves trapped in illusory realities for seconds as Sinestro escaped to his cloaked ship.

Before they could react, the ship took off and disappeared into the starry sky, vanishing into hyperspace. The villain had escaped.

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While the heroes were still processing their escape, ANGOS helicopters surrounded Wayne Manor, now in ruins.

Amanda Waller, cold and relentless: “For reasons of national security, all those involved will be taken in for questioning.”

The young heroes, exhausted and confused, began to raise their hands in surrender. Batman hesitated. His sensors picked up a faint signal among the rubble. He looked—Alfred.

Half of his body was trapped under a fallen slab. Bruce ran desperately to

At 9:00 p.m., the police return saying that a young man named Bruce Wayne's car was seen nearby. Siestro frowns. Without wasting any time, he orders:

"You, you and you — with me. The rest, prepare for infiltration. We're going

Siestro – The Collector of the Supreme Will

Species: Korugarian Apparent age: Undefined (hundreds of years) Height: 2.10 meters Eye color: Bright yellow, no pupils Skin color: Reddish violet Class: Cosmic Villain / Bearer of Seven Primordial Rings Current location: Earth's Orbit / Gotham Forest

In an instant, Sinestro's seven rings glow in unison, releasing waves of yellow, red, and purple energy. Shields of light go up, bullets vaporize in the air. With a gesture, he summons tentacles of energy that knock down vehicles, disarm men, and lift the most stubborn into the air like dolls.

In seconds, the battlefield is his.

Those who survive tremble on the ground, terrified.

Sinestro walks through the wreckage unhurriedly, his gaze now piercing as blades.

"You guys." — He points to those who survived. "You will serve now. Fear and obedience are your new commandments. Find. The. Ship."

The officers' eyes briefly glow yellow, their minds subjected to the power of the fear ring.

"Track clues across the city. Hack databases, satellite images, signals of abnormal energy. Gotham may hide secrets... but nothing escapes fear."

As his new “agents” go on controlled missions, Sinestro turns to the dark sky, sensing something more…

"The bearer of green... still lives. I feel his light."

His eyes narrow in silent fury.

"And this time... I will crush her myself."

The night sky, shrouded in heavy clouds, is shattered by a pulsating yellow light. The atmosphere changes. A low hum makes the vegetation shudder. An alien ship, threatening and organic in appearance—like a predator from outer space—looms over the clearing where the first ship had crashed hours before.

From the center of the ship, a hatch opens, revealing Sinestro's silhouette.

His body glows with the power of seven cosmic rings: lights that dance around him like hungry serpents. His yellow eyes scan the terrain with absolute coldness. He descends slowly, levitating in silence, while the ship emits deep, high-pitched sounds, activating dimensional sensors.

On the ground, several police cars surround the area, with headlights on and armed officers. Tensions are high.

"This is federal territory!" shouts one of the officers. "Identify yourself and retreat immediately or we will open fire!"

Sinestro doesn't respond. He lands softly, his feet touching the charred ground where the former Green Lantern's body had lain. His eyes scan the area... but there is no ship. Only the trail of the crater.

"Where's... the ship?" – his voice echoes like muffled thunder, filled with contempt and controlled anger.

The police officers look at each other, confused. None of them know what he is talking about. One of them gives the order:

"Fire!"

Multiple gunshots echo through the forest.

Bad decision.

In an instant, Sinestro's seven rings glow in unison, releasing waves of yellow, red, and purple energy. Shields of light go up, bullets vaporize in the air. With a gesture, he summons tentacles of energy that knock down vehicles, disarm men, and lift the most stubborn into the air like dolls.

In seconds, the battlefield is his.

Those who survive tremble on the ground, terrified.

Sinestro walks through the wreckage unhurriedly, his gaze now piercing as blades.

"You guys." — He points to those who survived. "You will serve now. Fear and obedience are your new commandments. Find. The. Ship."