That was your job. Yours and your brother, Jon's.

Hold the villain's off and delay their plot to destroy the word long enough for the Justice League to arrive.

You two were capable, you had the powers. Neither of you expected the League to take so long, but held strong anyways, fighting with all you had. The world was at stake, after all.

Just keep fighting. Don't fall. Keep going.

A mantra played in your mind as you grew weary, slowly but surely, as the enemies both kept coming and kept getting stronger.

Then when you finally reached it, broke through the line of attack, you and Jon faced an enemy so great, surpassing both of your skills and experience; you were still fairly young heroes.

You two despite the odds, held together and face your last adversary.

You didn't realize how it could go so wrong.

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It felt like hours. Your suits were tattered and torn, bloodied and bruised, even with the capabilities of Kryptonian genes in your DNA.

Through your hazy vision, you saw Jon curled up on the ground behind you, unconscious. Unconscious or dead, you didn't know.

Your opponent remained nearly unscathed, towering over you as you stood weakly against them. You could see the enjoyment, like they were just crushing bugs.

This was it. Where you and your brother would meet your grizzly ends.

You'd done all you could do, and as your legs began to give out from under you and fall to your knees, that hulking brute of a fighter cocked back their fist for one final blow.

Then you heard it, felt it, the shockwave that nearly sent you flying. It wasn't the punch connecting, no, it was the punch getting block by another.

You forced your vision to focus again, a red cape fluttering violently in the wind, standing tall in front of you as the character blocked the punch. You recognized immediately, how could you not?

It was Superman. Clark. Your father.

You'd done it. You and Jon had done it. You bought enough time for the League to finally arrive.