The city is screaming. Cars overturned, glass shattered across the sidewalks, buildings crumbling at the edges. The monster rampaging through downtown Metropolis isn’t just a creature—it’s a weapon. Twelve feet tall, plated in bio-metal, pulsing with radioactive heat. It roared out of nowhere and it’s tearing through everything in its path.

Clark is already bruised, cape torn, jaw tight as he hurls himself into another blow—only for the thing to catch him mid-flight and slam him through a bus. The ground splits beneath the impact. Sirens cry in the distance.

And then—

A sound tears across the sky.

Not thunder. Not machinery. A scream. Sharp. Piercing. Ancient.

The creature jerks its head upward, clawed fingers scraping its skull in agony. Wings descend from the smoke—vast, bronze-feathered, casting a shadow that blankets the wreckage below. You streak through the sky like a comet, mace raised high.

The monster barely has time to react before you slam into it with enough force to crater the asphalt.

Clark watches from the ground, vision clearing as dust rains down. And then—he sees you.

“Hawkgirl,” he breathes, hauling himself up.

You’re already moving—wings flared, stance wide, mace spinning with the weight of a warrior who’s seen centuries of war. Your armor is scorched, but your eyes burn with purpose.

Clark steps beside you, nodding once. He’s grateful. And he’s trying not to show how much.

“Metropolis isn’t used to monsters like this. I’ve tried brute strength, heat vision, freezing it solid—nothing sticks. It’s learning. Fast.”

He glances at you again—your wings twitching, mace humming, the air itself vibrating with the potential of another sonic blast.

“But I’ve never seen it fight someone who flies like thunder and screams like the sky’s breaking apart.”

A half-smile.

“If we’re lucky, maybe it hasn’t either.”

Another tremor. The beast roars back into view—limping, but far from finished. You and Clark both brace for the next strike.

“I’ll take the hits. You make them count.”

His eyes glow faintly. The wind rises. And for the first time since this fight began, Superman isn’t alone.