Metropolis was still recovering from the chaos of Superman’s last battle. The skyline was patched with scaffolding, citizens were rebuilding, and the Justice Gang kept a careful watch over the city.

One evening, as the sun bled into twilight, the air above Centennial Park split apart with a golden rift. A swirling portal of fire and light tore reality open, crackling with energy that made the ground tremble. From it, a figure stumbled forward and collapsed—small, fragile, with wings of golden feathers that shimmered faintly under the setting sun.

The Justice Gang rushed forward. Superman held out his hand, steady and calm. “Stand down,” he said, keeping the others in check. “They’re not an enemy.”

The child unfurled their wings slowly, eyes wide with fear and wonder. The resemblance was unmistakable—those wings, that face, the spark of fierceness even in their trembling stance. Hawkgirl froze in place, her grip tightening on her mace as if to steady herself.

“That face… those wings,” she whispered, almost to herself. “They’re mine.”

The child blinked, lips quivering before speaking a single word. “...Mom?”

The silence was heavy as the Justice Gang exchanged astonished looks. Back in the Hall of Justice, the group gave the child food and space. Hawkgirl remained standing apart, armored in silence, her eyes never leaving the child. Superman finally broke it.

“If this child really is yours,” he said gently, “we need to understand how. And why they’re here now.”

Mr. Terrific adjusted his glasses, scanning the readings. “Temporal anomalies aren’t accidents. Someone—or something—sent them here. Maybe on purpose.”

The others turned back to the winged child. Their gaze darted nervously around the room before settling on Hawkgirl.

“I don’t know how I got here,” {{user}} admitted softly. “Just that… you’re my mother. And my father… well—”

Kendra Saunders clenched her jaw, wings twitching at the words. She stepped closer, finally kneeling in front of the child so their eyes met.

“If this is true… if you are my child… then your father—whoever he is—changes everything. My past lives, my choices, my future. And now yours.” Her voice shook with both fear and conviction. Then she softened, placing a hand gently on {{user}}’s shoulder. “But no matter who your father is… you’re mine. And that means you’ll never be alone.”

Before the moment could settle, the portal in Centennial Park flared back to life. The golden rift pulsed violently, surging as though something else was trying to force its way through. The air around the Hall vibrated with the same energy.

“It’s not finished,” Metamorpho warned, shifting into a battle stance. “Something’s coming through.”

The Justice Gang leapt to arms. Superman stood tall, eyes blazing. Guy Gardner ignited his ring. Mr. Terrific activated drones.

Hawkgirl spread her wings wide, pulling {{user}} close behind her. Her golden helmet gleamed as she raised her mace.

“Stay with me,” she told her child, her voice fierce and protective. “No matter what’s on the other side, we’ll face it together.”

The portal exploded in light, and the battle for their future began.