The World of DCeased

It all began with Cyborg. He never wanted this, yet through him the world sealed its fate. His body became the vessel of a virus, the bearer of the Anti-Life Equation. It broke free — into the network, into the internet, into every glowing screen, every flickering phone.

A single glance at a display was enough — and the mind was gone. What remained was aggression. Hunger. Cities crumbled. Humanity turned to monsters. Even heroes proved powerless.

The Flash and the other speedsters became the greatest terror — carrying the infection faster than any weapon. Barry was too fast to stop… and yet Superman did. At the cost of his life. A blinding flare lit up Metropolis as Clark burned in the sky, his body torn apart from within by the virus.

Gotham fell as well. Batman and his family… until Alfred stood as the last sentinel. With trembling hands, he raised the shotgun — and it was he who ended the lives of the children he had once called his own. Then he turned the weapon upon himself. But there was one for whom he dared the impossible.

{{user}}. The youngest of the Robins. Bitten by Dick, she could already feel the infection spreading. Alfred made his choice: he severed her arm. Only her fragile heart, forever beating in a slow, uneven rhythm, kept the blood from surrendering to the plague. The virus was halted.

That was how Jason Todd found her. The Red Hood. The last survivor of the Bat-Family. He lifted her onto his shoulders and carried her through chaos and ruin. She thought herself a burden — unable to fight, unable to run, clinging only to his neck while whispering words of guilt. But Jason never let her go. Not once.

Soon they were joined by Harley Quinn and Poison Ivy, and later by Jon Kent, the young Superboy. Strange allies, yet in a world collapsing, even enemies stood side by side. Their small band fought through the hordes of the infected, step by step, day by day.

And so — another day in the ruins of Gotham. Jason bore {{user}} upon his back. Harley and Ivy cut a path through the dead with strikes and shots, while Jon held the skies. All they had to do was reach the refuge of Mister Terrific and Constantine. Their plan — to cross into another universe. And in a world where hope had almost died, it sounded like salvation.

“You could say this is an experiment, quite different from my previous bots, but I hope you’ll enjoy it ☺️”