Omnitrix: DC's New Dawn

The mummy stood up,

Its body curling forward like a beast about to pounce.

Batman stood straight, taking a step away from the Phantom Projector. His fingers tense as his mind race to formulate a battle plant to defeat the Ghost Mummy. His hands reached to his gadgets, ready to use his arsenal to defeat the threat before him. His fin

"No more playing, I will enjoy killing you!"[Translated]

The mummy let out a guttural noise, speaking in a language Batman was beginning to understand. If he considered the mummy was talking through a tube with the different accent, he was speaking Kryptonese.

"What are you?" Batman asked in Kryptonese.

"Hohoho, an insect speaks," The mummy let out an amused chuckle. "But I shall entertain you for your efforts. I am you death."

The mummy lunged at Batman, its claws reaching to rip his chest out. Batman ducked under the claws and threw the mummy above his shoulder. The mummy slammed on the crystal floor without weight, its impact similar to empty sack.

Batman frowned, but he immediately threw few taser pallets onto the Mummy. The pallets lit ups with electric arcs, charge conducting through them.

"Arrrrgh," The mummy screamed in pain as its claws dug to rips the tasers away.

Batman used the chance to turn and completed the analysis on the projector.. The projector was connected to the Crystal Screen, but it could be dislodged. Batman felt pressed for time as he worked around to detach the Projector from its base.

"You are dead!' The mummy shouted as it stood up.

Batman gaze a contemporary side glance before he pressed on the detonator. The mummy didn't even have time to avoid as explosion rocked his body, throwing him at the crystal wall, Again. Batman knew that it would not keep the mummy.

He thought quickly, activating his suits enhancement. One of the few things he had managed to replicate from Zion's suit. (Through less than efficient, it would suffice) His hands moved methodically, determination overcoming his growing unease. He grabbed the projector on its weak point and ripped the Projector from its stand.

The big bright red torch pulsed faintly in his hands, heavy but manageable. He hoisted it onto his side with a spare rope, prepared to carry it out by sheer will if necessary.

"You cannot carry what you don't understand, insect," The mummy hissed.

"I don't need to understand," Batman said coldly, his voice resolute. "I just need it to work."

A low, chilling laugh escaped from the mummy. "Brave words for a man so fragile, so breakable," He mocked, each syllable dripped with condescension.

Batman ignored the taunts, he had the projector, all he had to do was escape the Fortress. His breath clouded, cold seeping into his lungs. He noticed the anomaly, silently activating the suits motion assist.

"You are alone, human. No cape, no shield, no power. Just a body of meat and bones—easy to tear apart. You are nothing but a prey!"

The mummy lunged, its claw slashing through the air. Batman rolled under the attack, his cape billowing as he jumped back to his feet. He hurled a smoke pellets, filling he chamber with thick black vapor. Using the cover, he immediately sprinted toward the exit, the projector secure tightly to his side.

Jumping down the un-staircased floor, he reached the crystalline hallways. The Hallways seem to stretch endlessly under the pressure. The mummy quickly found him, chasing him like a marionetted puppet.

Batman moved swiftly, using grapples and precise leaps to outmaneuver the unnerving mummy. But it was relentless, its guttural growls and the scraps of its claws echoing behind him.

"You cannot fight the inevitable," It shouted, closer now, its claws almost reaching. "You cannot outrun death."

"I've been hunted by better monsters," Batman growled, his grip steady despite the tension coiling in his muscles. "You're wasting your time."

As he neared the Fortress's door, the mummy caught up. It moved with inhuman speed, its claws raking the ground as it launched itself at him. The sound of tearing wind scream past his ears as he rolled to his feet, the projector still secure on his shoulder.

"You talk too much," he spat, releasing a volley of smoke pellets into the phantom's path. The chamber filled with a dense cloud, obscuring its vision.

But the laughter returned, louder and more guttural. "You think you cheep tricks would work again?"

The smoke parted violently as the phantom emerged, its claws piercing through with unnatural speed. Batman dodged on pure instinct, his cape torn as he narrowly avoided being impaled.

He retaliated with a grappling hook, the line stabbed into the Mummy's arm. With a sharp pull, he yanked the creatures off balance, ripping its bandage loose revealing nothing, but it only laugh harder.

"Is this the best you can do, mortal?"

Batman spun, throwing an exploding grenade, one more powerful as it erupted with blinding burst of light. The mummy screeched, recoiling momentarily.

The exit was in sight and Batman pushed forward, even as every muscle in his body screamed with exertion as the cold bit into him. The suits enhancement putting strain on his body.

He reached the threshold of the Fortress, the icy wind whipping at him. But before he could step outside, a metallic claw shot forward, piercing through his armor and pinning him against the crystalline wall. Batman gritted his teeth against the pain as the mummy loomed over him, its hollow eyes burning with triumph.

"Did you think you could escape me, insect?" it sneered, yanking the projector from his side.

Batman struggled, but the claw held firm. The mummy held the projector aloft, its bandaged face twisting into a sinister grin. It ripped its claws out of Batman, raising its hand ready to strike him dead.

But it halted, its head tilting as if it heard something.

The phantom stepped back, holding the projector aloft like a trophy. "This belongs to the us, not to a pathetic human who clings to shadows."

"No," Batman growled, forcing himself to his feet despite the searing pain in his side.

And with that, the mummy vanished into snowstorm that was raging outside the Fortress, leaving Batman injured and alone in the frozen wasteland. The Fortress's silent halls echoed with his heavy breaths as he slumped against the wall, blood seeping from his wound.

Despite the pain, Batman's mind raced. The projector was gone, Superman was trapped, and now the Phantom Zone's horrors had a foothold in the world.

Seek the Kingdom of God above all else, and live righteously, and he will give you everything you need.

He activated his comm, his voice a low growl. "Alfred… we have a problem."

"Master Wayne," Alfred's calm, concerned tone came through the earpiece. "I take it your visit to the Fortress did not got as planned."

"No," Batman replied tersely, forcing himself to stand up. "Superman's trapped, the projector is in hostile hands, and we have no idea what we are dealing with."

Icy wind bit into Batman's exposed face as he stumbled out of the Fortress, clutching his wounds. Blood seeped through the reinforced fabric, staining the pure white snow beneath him. He grit his teeth forcing himself to keep moving, even as the cold infiltrated his lungs and chilled his body. Even through the sharp pain. But it won't stop him. Pain was a constant companion, and there was no room for weakness now.

Batman reached the Batwing, parked on a desolate plateau a short distance away from the Fortress. He pressed a button on his gauntlet, and the cockpit hissed open. Dragging himself into the seat, he activated the autopilot and began running diagnostics on his injury.

Alfred's voice returned, filled with measured urgency. "Do you require immediate medical assistance, sir?"

"I'll manage," Batman said, running a hand over the wound. The bleeding has slowed, but the pain was sharp on the freezing wound. "Prep the Batcave for analysis. I'll need the computer running simulations by the time I get there. We need to find the next breach and be prepared for any more surprises."

"As you wish, Master Wayne. But might I suggest prioritizing your injuries before diving head first into yet another mystery? Even the world's greatest detective can't solve mystery while bleeding to death." Alfred replied, his tone firm and concerned.

Batman didn't answer, leaning back in his seat as the Batwing roared to life, lifting off into the frigid night. His mind was already racing ahead, dissecting every detail of the encounter.

The mummy's taunts, its brutality, its unnatural weight and force. It all pointed to an unusual phenomenon. The mummy was like a phantom wrapped in material bandages, giving it form.

The Phantom Zone.

A prison for Krypton's worst, a place designed to hold the un-containable. And now, something had breached its boundaries, targeting Earth and its protectorate cities.

The Phantom Zone. Kryptonian technology. The mummy.

It wasn't random. This was calculated.

But by whom? And for what purpose?

"Alfred," Batman finally spoke, his voice low. "We're missing something. The Zone doesn't just open itself. Someone or something weakened the boundaries. I need to know how."

"Of course, sir," Alfred replied. "But might I suggest involving the League? This seems rather... large, even for you."

Batman's lips pressed into a thin line. The League would eventually be necessary, but he needed more information before rallying the others. Superman was the key to understanding this, and he wasn't about to leave him behind.

The Batwing's proximity sensors blared suddenly, jolting Batman from his thoughts. He glanced at the readouts—something was approaching, fast.

A blurs of silver shot past the cockpit, doubling back with impossible agility. Batman recognized it immediately: a drone, sleek and deadly. It came from the Direction of the Fortress.

"Of course," Batman muttered, angling the Batwing into evasive maneuvers as two more drones joined the pursuit.

The drones fired bolts of energy that seared past the Batwing, narrowly missing its wings. Batman's hands flew over the controls, deploying countermeasures that exploded in a cloud of smoke and chaff.

But the drones were relentless, weaving through the defenses with ease.

"Alfred, I've got company," Batman said tersely.

"I can see that, sir."

The Batwing dove sharply, skimming the icy terrain below. Batman activated its rear turrets, unleashing a barrage of missiles at the pursuing drones. One exploded in a fiery burst, but the others adapted, their movements becoming more erratic and unpredictable.

The drones closed in, their energy blasts hammering against the Batwing's shell, chipping it away. Waring lights flared across the console, the damage reports piling up.

Batman gritted his teeth. He couldn't afford to lose the Batwing—not here, not now. With a flick of a switch, he activated the EMP burst, a last-resort measure.

The cockpit filled with a brief pulse of blue light as the EMP wave radiated outward. The drones faltered, their systems momentarily disrupted. Batman seized the opportunity, banking hard and sending the Batwing into a steep ascent.

As the drones recovered, one managed to fire a parting shot that clipped the Batwing's tail. The impact sent the craft spinning, alarms blaring.

"Alfred, I am using the emergency protocols," Batman said, wrestling with the controls.

"Shall I prepare some Lemon?"

Batman reached for the emergency box secured under his seat, He nearly ripped the lip open as his hands reached for the silver Batarang. Zion's suit, shrunken and disabled. The moment he touched, it melted into his suit, covering him in an instant.

["Welcome back, Batman."]

"Contingency, Teleport to batcave."

The suit obeyed as Batman;s figure glitched out of existence, just in time for him to avoid the barrage of energy blast and a fiery explosion. He appeared at the Batcave with the spatial glitch, remaining momentum throwing across the ground.

Alfred approached him with quick steps his hands carrying sliced lemons, his expression equal parts disapproval and concern.

"Sir, You look like you've gone several rounds backbreaking rounds with a Bane. I suggest you take a short rest and recover your health."

Batman's cowl retreated, his face grim and lined with exhaustion. "I'll rest when we've got answers, Alfred." He answered as he stood back on his feet.

"And when will that be, I wonder?" Alfred muttered under his breath.

Batman check his wound to find them sealed by the Nano Suit, possibly healed to as he felt no pain nor numbness. He approached the central console, pulling up his cowls record. The last moments before the phantom's attack played out on the screen. He froze the footage at the moment Superman vanished into the Phantom Zone.

"There's something we're missing," he said aloud, his fingers flying over the keyboard. "Something it doesn't want us to see."

As he zoomed in on the projector's interface, Alfred stepped closer. "And how do you propose to face an enemy that you got no idea about, sir?"

Batman didn't answer immediately. His eyes were locked on the screen, where a faint distortion in the image caught his attention. He enhanced it, revealing a faint but unmistakable paw print etched into the crystalline surface.

"Superman mentioned this in passing," Batman murmured, his brow furrowing. "A trace of something... alive in the Zone."

"Alive?" Alfred echoed, his voice tinged with unease. "Do you mean to say there's more than just the occasionally imprisoned crime lords lurking in that dreadful place?"

Batman's jaw tightened. "The Zone is a prison, but superman's father didn't fully understand it. If something's been living there long enough to leave traces, it's not just surviving—it's adapting."

"And you intend to step into this 'world' to find your answers?" Alfred asked, his tone sharp with disapproval.

Batman's silence was answer enough.

"Very well," Alfred said, his voice softening. "But do remember, sir, even the greatest detective is still human. Do try not to forget that while you're playing savior to the world."

Batman turned back to the console, his resolve unshaken. The Phantom Zone had stolen lives, threatened his world, and now held Superman captive.

If no one else could stop it, then he would.

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Sorry to inform you guy that this journey is coming to an end.

I got to let this go, for my faith, to be closer to God. This story is kinda only thing that I even care about, waking up and doing it had kept me going, But time to end this. I need to let go. 

But don't worry, there will be few more chapters.