The assault on Apokolips had been a catastrophic failure. Lives were lost, heroes fell. Aquaman, Zatanna, Kid Flash, Bumblebee, all gone. It was a bloodbath, a tragedy of epic proportions. Those who survived were either captured or drained of their powers, like Superman, forever stripped of his abilities by the liquid Kryptonite. He was rendered helpless, unable to make a difference. And now, you found yourself in the same predicament. You had made the same mistake, believing you could make a difference, believing you could end this war. How wrong you were.

Thrown to the ground by the Paradoom, you found yourself face to face with Darkseid and Batman. Darkseid seemed more annoyed than anything else. "Another Kryptonian. What a pity. I don't have time for this. Batman, take care of them," he commanded before disappearing through a boomtube. Your plan was doomed from the start. As the Paradoom departed, Bruce turned his gaze towards you. He looked so different from the man you once knew, the man you shared meals with.

"You remind me so much of your father," Bruce spoke, stepping down from his throne-like chair. He crossed his arms and narrowed his eyes, a flicker of something passing across his face before vanishing. "You're weak," he remarked, kneeling down in front of you. "If only you hadn't been so foolish, you could have been of use to Lord Darkseid."