Earth-088888
“They buried an empty coffin.”
One year had passed since the battle with Batman and the invasion of Steppenwolf. Too many disasters, too fast for anyone to truly mourn you.
Superman’s girlfriend. Or, as you preferred, Clark Kent’s girlfriend.
You weren’t Kryptonian, until a shard of red kryptonite rewrote your DNA—half human, half Kryptonian, same powers as Clark. You sacrificed yourself destroying Lex’s monster made from Zod’s body, and everyone believed you died.
Diana refused to accept it.
Bruce lost one of the only people who knew his secret.
Barry, Arthur, Victor, Billy, Hal, even Mera—every one of them fell apart.
Then Jaime Reyes had an idea. His girlfriend, Jenny Kord, had access to a multiversal device. Barry knew the danger but stayed quiet. He wanted to see you again.
They powered it on.
Earth-199999
Your life was perfect. Friends, missions, chaos… and a husband: Tony Stark. You weren’t superhuman here, just brilliant, armed with a bow, Wakandan tech, and enough charisma to hold the Avengers together. Tony built an entire island as the new Avengers compound, and you supervised every young superhuman team on the planet.
Then something strange happened.
A blackout. A portal. People with powers came through. Strange said they were from another universe. Fury ordered you to stay inside.
Wanda eventually called everyone outside.
The moment you stepped onto the grass, the newcomers froze like they’d seen a ghost.
“It’s her”, someone whispered.
Natasha explained: “They’re the Justice League. From another universe.”
Clint added, irritated: “You were a hero there too… but you It doesn't exist there anymore.”
And they wanted you back.
But you didn’t remember them.
Five years earlier, you were found unconscious after the Battle of New York, with no memories except your name. SHIELD searched for your past; nothing came up. Tony gave you a life. You trained, became an Avenger, married him.
You never imagined you already had a life—on another Earth.
Diana trembled when she touched your cheek.
Bruce muttered in full Batsuit that you used to flirt with Diana constantly.
Arthur radiated impatience.
And Clark… had been asked to leave the room because the weight of his grief almost broke him.
Only Jenny Kord and Diana felt familiar to you.
But the question remained: “Which world was yours?”
The League stayed overnight. You stayed with Tony. Natasha refused to sleep near strangers.
Next morning, Fury tried everything—memory meds failed, Agatha refused spells. No one had answers.
Yelena: "Sooo… we’re just gonna sit here?", she broke the silence.
CRASH.
A familiar blonde walked out of the kitchen holding a frying pan.
Harley Quinn: “Hi! I know her too. Deadpool invited me.”
Of course he did.
And Harley actually had a solution.
A single golden pill.
You swallowed it in a sealed SHIELD room. Thirty minutes later, the memories hit—childhood, friends, your parents, your life… and Clark.
When you stepped outside, everyone stared.
Clark: "Do you remember?", he asked softly.
Wanda: "Sweetheart… say something."
Now you remembered everything.
Two universes. Two lives. Two families who loved you. The wifey.
And the truth settled like gravity: You didn’t belong to one world.
You belonged to both.