DC: My Name Is Not Billy Batson

Dane punched, and Diana flew upside down, shattering stone wall crumbled, and the smoke and dust rose from ground.

He took advantage of the moment when Diana fell to the ground, ready to throw another punch.

Diana felt the pressure, but it only made her more aggressive. She leapt to her feet, letting out a high-pitched battle cry, and slashed down with Vulcan's sword.

Dane ducked, feeling the blade passing by inch . He threw a punch agian, but Diana dodged it effortlessly. Not only was he learning Diana's fighting skills, but she was also adapting to his fighting rhythm.

She slammed Dane's waist with her divine shield, taking advantage of his momentary lapse. Then she kicked him in the chest. Dane flew back, hovering low to the ground, raising his hand and casting a lightning bolt.

Diana defended herself from the lightning bolt with her shield. As Dane approached again, she hung her shield behind her back. She then knocked her bracelets together, creating a powerful shockwave.

The air was blasted with a piercing buzz from the shockwave, propelling Dane backward by the force. He ploughed with both feet, sliding out of two furrows, and stopped by friction.

Suddenly, Dane felt his arm tighten. He looked down and smiled—it was the Lasso of Truth.

Diana couldn't make Dane move a single step with all her strength.

"Hercules can hold up sky, and if you want to move it, I'm afraid it's still beyond you," Dane taunted. "It's pretty much the same for Clark."

He grabbed the lasso and pulled it violently, dragging Diana towards him. He seized the shoulder strap where she had placed her shield with one hand, lifted Diana up, and delivered a hard blow to her head.

Diana flew upside down once again. Clark, watching from the stage, felt the impact as if it were him.

Fall caused Diana concussion. She shook her head, her hair blowing in the wind. Dane stood still, waiting for her to come to her senses.

As demigod Diana recovered quickly. Although she did not have the "courage of Achilles," she has fighting spirit.

"Come again!" she challenged.

"Good!" Dane responded eagerly.

As their fight continued, and Dane felt more and more that it was a disadvantage to be without weapons.

Although most weapons couldn't hurt him, artifacts could. He couldn't fight empty-handed when facing such an opponent, right?

The stalemate between him and Diana was largely due to the fact that he did not have a weapon in his hand.

Even with a godly body, one must retreat in the face of Vulcan's sword.

He needed to have his own artifact. He couldn't do without one.

He didn't know where else to find an ownerless artifact, but he thought, maybe he could make one himself?

"Would Poseidon be unhappy if I took his trident?" he wondered.

Forget it. If the Atlantis knew about it, it might start a war—really unnecessary.

"That's it," Diana said, taking the initiative to stop her.

"Are you satisfied?" he asked.

She nodded and put the Vulcan sword and shield back behind her back.

"So, that guy named Zod, is he as strong as you?" she inquired.

"He's probably a little stronger, but our strength is still growing. By then, it should be about the same," Dane said, deliberately emphasizing Zod's strength to put a little pressure on Diana.

From today's sparring, it was clear she hadn't experienced a close battle for too long; her form had declined.

No wonder Steppenwolf dared to fight four at once and almost succeeded. Wonder Woman, didn't hold up, even though she could kill the God of War alone.

Now she should have some motivation to boost her strength.

Sure enough, hearing Dane say this, her face became solemn. "I need to train harder."

"Rest assured, Umbrella will have the training ground and tools ready for you."

"Umbrella? I thought your company was called Pioneer."

"That's another company of mine, dedicated to preparations like this," Dane replied, giving her a knowing look.

At that moment, Clark flew down from the stands. "Finished fighting?"

"It's over," Dane confirmed.

He looked at them and nodded in satisfaction. The Justice League already had three god-level combat powers, and their strength was sufficient. Now they needed a master tactician to plan their strategies.

"Bruce Wayne, what are you up to right now?" Dane wondered

...

Gotham, Wayne Manor.

Today, three special guests descended from the sky and landed on the lawn in front of Wayne Manor.

It's been more than half a year since Clark last visited, and the place has changed dramatically, but not for the better.

The weeds had grown tall, taking over the garden like no one had bothered with it for years. Fallen leaves piled up on the straight paths.

A chilly autumn wind blew through, making the bare branches sway gently. The wind picked up the leaves, tossing them around before they smacked against the door of the Manor, which appeared uninhabited.

In just the past year, it felt like Manor had become completely dilapidated, turning into an uninhabited haunted house. Yet, the three of them could clearly sense someone inside, albeit just one person.

"This is where the man you say lives?" Diana asked, frowning at the Dismal surroundings before her. "He doesn't look like he's doing well," she observed.

"Bruce Wayne's butler is a very good," Dane explained. "When Bruce operates as Batman, his butler not only manages the family's company but also provides logistical support for Batman."

Using his magic, Dane changed their outfits into suitable civilian clothes, as suits would draw too much attention. Diana looked at the lady's trench coat she now wore and smiled, thanking him.

Dane continued, "With such a good housekeeper, it's unreasonable for Bruce Wayne's house to look like this, unless he deliberately gave up himself."

"It seems that Jason's incident hit him very hard, and his indifference back then was just a façade."

Clark frowned, recalling his occasional visits to Gotham after that day. At that time, Bruce still operated normally as Batman, and Clark thought Bruce had moved on.

"Let's go inside and take a look," Dane said, taking the lead and pushing open the door.

The sound of the wooden door, in disrepair, was unusual given it had only been a few months. Inside, the furnishings were still clean, contrasting with the neglected exterior.

Dane envied Bruce for having such a good housekeeper. He felt that Alfred's abilities could be used on a higher stage, like the Justice League. It would be a waste for Alfred to stay just in Gotham.

"Cortana is not bad," Dane thought, "but there are still some things that need to be done by human."

"Clark, can you see him?" Dane asked.

"Of course. He's in the basement, like a kitchen," Clark replied, his clairvoyance always handy for finding people.

"What is he doing there?" Diana was puzzled.

"I see bottles," Clark answered.

"It's not okay to use alcohol to kill your sorrows. Alcohol corrodes spirit. Let's go," Dane said.

they walked into the kitchen to find empty bottles strewn across the floor, the pungent smell of alcohol in the air. A man with messy hair lay motionless among the bottles as if he were dead.

"He stinks," Diana said, covering her nose in disgust and stepping back.

Sensing someone, the man on the ground moved and then went back to sleep. Clark couldn't believe it was Bruce Wayne. He lifted him up.

The messy hair fell away, revealing Bruce Wayne's face. He opened his hazy, sleepy eyes slightly and let out a breath reeking of alcohol.

"Who. The. Hell. Are. You? Motherfucker!" he slurred.