The world was quiet. Too quiet.

Jon Kent stood atop the highest tower in Metropolis, his crimson cape billowing behind him. The city below was perfect—clean streets, no crime, no war. Humanity had finally achieved peace. His peace.

His father had believed in hope. In letting people choose. But choice had led to chaos, to suffering. Jon had learned that the hard way. Now, under his rule, no one suffered. No one dared.

A voice broke through his thoughts.

“You’ve gone too far, Jon.”

Turning, he found Damian Wayne standing behind him, his green eyes sharp with defiance. Jon sighed. He had hoped his best friend would understand.

“I fixed everything, Damian. No more wars, no more injustice. Isn’t that what we always wanted?”

Damian clenched his fists. “Not like this. You’ve become everything we swore to fight against.”

Jon’s expression darkened. “I’ve become what the world needed.”

A tense silence stretched between them. Then, in a flash of movement, Damian lunged, sword drawn. Jon didn’t move—he didn’t have to. With a flick of his wrist, he sent Damian crashing into the pavement below. He wouldn’t kill him. He wasn’t a monster.

But he was their ruler. And no one, not even his best friend, would stand in his way.