Omnitrix: DC's New Dawn

See, I will create new heavens and a new earth. The former things will not be remembered, nor will they come to mind. Isaiah 65:17 

but those who hope in the LORD will renew their strength. They will soar on wings like eagles; they will run and not grow weary, they will walk and not be faint.

At the heart of the city, in the newly refurbished Gotham Square, a massive stage stood erected. Police officers and towering Sentinels surveyed the perimeter, their presence ensuring order and security.

The reopening ceremony had drawn an audience of thousands. Families, students, officials and journalists from all around the world. Food vendors lines the streets, and street performers entertained the waiting crowd.

All attracted by the next big news, a new bone to chew.

As the clock struck 3 o'Clock, the stage came alive, drawing the crowds attention. The building and the light around them dimmed as a single spotlight illuminated the center of the stage as Nion stepped forward.

Clad in his usual sharp, black suit with subtle golden accents, his visor still masking his visage. His each step exuded confidence and authority, his distinctive presence commanded attention of everyone present.

Behind him stood a diverse group of Gotham's leaders. Form the Mayor, Commissioner Gordon, members of the City Council, Community representatives, all those who had worked tirelessly to rebuild the city. Those who had fought to change this god forsaken city.

Nion adjusted the microphone, his piercing gaze sweeping over the crowd. He saw the people of Gotham who held hope for the city, those who appreciated the changes, parents who were grateful. And on the side corner some protester with banners. He couldn't care, he was already wasting everyone's time.

When he spoke, his voice steady and resonant, one of authority and confidence.

"Citizens of Gotham, What a wonderful day!" Nion began, his voice bionic and cheery, pausing to see faces of Gotham. "Today, you stand not just to reopen a city but to reclaim your identity, your hope, and your future."

The crowd kept silent, absorbing his words that echoed through the city.

"For decades, Gotham has been synonymous with Darkness and despair," He continued. "A city plagued by crime and corruption But that is not who you are. That is not who you will be."

He gesture to the holographic display that came alive, which shifted to show images of Gotham's progress. "Since I have taken control, We have fixed your streets, your homes and your lives. We've seen crime rates drop to an all-time low. We've seen schools and hospitals flourish, providing free education and healthcare for all."

He then pointed to the line of Sentinels, the community workers who had gather, and the police forces. "We've established a system of order, a law that works not for the privileged but for everyone. With Sentinels, we've ensured safety without fear."

Nion's tone grew more impassioned, "But this is only the beginning. Gotham is not just a city—it's a promise. A promise of better future that no matter how far we fall, we can rise again."

The crowd roared in agreement, their applause thunderous.

"Today, I make this vow to each of you," Nion said, his voice raising above the clamor. "There will no longer be terror, no injustice, no discrimination in this city. This city was built for the people by the people. Today, together, we will built Gotham that is not just livable but extraordinary.

A Gotham that your children and their children will be proud to call home.

An Empire worthy of my Name."

He paused, letting his words sink in.

He looked at the skyline, as if speaking to the city itself. "Thank you for believing in me, in my help. You have fought long enough, against the darkness and despair. Let us not just reopen Gotham.

Let me redefines it."

***

The crowd below roared with applause as Nion continued his speech, standing tall on the stage of Gotham Square.

But high above the celebrations, in the shadowy spires of Gotham, a dark person watched. Perched on a gargoyle, Batman merged with the shadow, blending with the darkness. His white eyes glowed faintly under his cowl, scanning the crowd and the stage below.

Even the infamous Gotham's air felt less oppressive under his gaze. Staring sharply as if to dismantle everything and unearth its very core. Full of doubt and insecurity.

"Enjoying the view?"

The very recognizable voice cause Batman to glance over his shoulder. Superman hovered a few feet away, his red cape still as if to not attract attention. The voice full of optimism and confidence, one that gave people hope could only be of Superman's.

"Superman," Batman greeted, his voice a low growl.

Superman stepped down from the air, landing quietly on the ledge beside him. He crossed his arms, his eyes scanning the very clear city. One that was bright and not covered in smog even in its mornings.

"It's different city than the one I remember. Cleaner,"

Batman's cowl his deep frown, "You were suppose to keep watch on Metropolis."

They, each one of the Justice League, were asked to keep watch in different cities. Zion gave no explanation except that it was a surprise and that they would be present. But Batman didn't like surprised, so everyone of them were assigned a city to keep watch on.

Superman turned his head slightly, catching the faint tension in Batman's tone. "You're still suspicious? After all this change."

"It's not the city I don't trust," Batman's gaze didn't waver from the stage. "It's him."

Superman followed Batman's line of sight to Nion, who was addressing the crowd.

"You mean Nion?" Superman asked.

Batman nodded slightly. "He is chaotic variable. He came out of nowhere and done what couldn't in years. But he's done it too fast, too effectively. It doesn't feel... sustainable."

Superman's lips pressed into a thin line as he considered his colleague's words. "He's a good Kid, Batman. I've spoken to him. To Supergirl. She believes in what he's doing and I trust her judgment."

Batman's gaze finally shifted to meet Superman's. "Belief doesn't make him infallible. He's playing a dangerous game, restructuring an entire world in his vision. What happens when the cracks starts to show? What happens when people don't like his way? When they turn against him?"

Superman sighed, his eyes drifting back to the celebration below. "Changes always come with risk. You of all people should know. This city is its testament."

Batman's voice soften, but his tone still resolute. "And I know what happens when power is concentrated in one person's hand. It corrupts. Every time."

Superman placed a hand on Batman's shoulder, his expression a mix of understanding and quiet determination. "That's why we're here, remember. To make sure he stays on the right path. And If he does, World will follow."

Batman's gaze returned to the crowd, his eyes narrowing as Nion gave his promise. "I'll be watching."

***

"And I have a Gift for Gotham."

With his words, Nion's visor lit up with emotions, (￣▽￣), leaving the crowd puzzled. Nion exchanged glances with those that occupied the stage with him, those that were unaware of his greater plans.

High above the Earth's atmosphere, shimmering projectiles, crystalline in appearance, streaked through the heavens like falling stars. Their glow pierced through the atmosphere like a shooting stars, leaving iridescent trails across the skies.

They were breathtaking beauty that captivated billions as PTSD from the Darksied war arc took effect. The citizens quickly took shelters in their home, waiting for the danger to pass. They were fooled once, not again.

The crowd that had gathered for Nion's speech began to murmur and point skyward. Nion kept his smiled. His Sentinels across Gotham kept at peace with the panicking citizens, assuring them of their safety.

"Stay Calm, Gotham," Nion's voice boomed with authority, commanding assurance. "This is my gift."

Nion looked at the sky, he recognized the energy signatures. This was going to be one of his best works, his masterpiece. He had used Gotham's as his experiment to level out plans for different cities. And the Sentinels won't cut it, not when he is away.

"Guys, Are you seeing this? Batman" Flash's nervous voice came through the coms as he watched from Central City.

"I am," Superman answered as he flew towards Metropolis.

"Crystalline structure. Unknown composition," Batman answered, his mind racing. But he turned to Nion, only to meet his gaze.

"They're landing," Superman confirmed, his voice steady but laced with concern.

....

In cities across the globe—Metropolis, Central, Tokyo, Paris, Dubai, even the heart of Gotham—these crystalline pillars found their marks. But instead of the destructive impact, they landed with surprising precision and grace.

The moment they touched the ground, they lodged themselves, merging with ground, transforming them. And they did not stop with few meters. The reached their roots deep, extending themselves into intricate networks, vines of glowing energy racing through the surrounding infrastructure.

Concrete and Steel seemed to melt and reform,reshaping into organic yet futuristic designs. Building twisted into structures shimmering as if alive. Roads and railways reconfigured to be highly efficient. New structures raised out of the very ground.

Within moments, entire city blocks were unrecognizable, transmuting into living cities infused with advanced Kryptonian technology. Skyscrapers no longer loomed as dead towers of concrete but pulsed with energy, their forms dynamic. These changes were a blend of advanced architecture and culture of the cities and countries, a blend of past and future.

These cities became unrecognizable from moments ago.

Yet, the changes weren't universally welcomed.

...

Gotham watched in stunned silence as the very ground them changed in a rate visible to the eyes.

The dark and grey sky line turned crystal white. The towers that stood like a judging titans turned into futuristic towers colored with neon light. The iconic gargoyles of Gotham's architecture remained, but they glowed with alien energy, becoming protectors in their own right.

"This... this is..." Superman's stunned mutter came through the coms.

"Kryptonian," Batman competed, his tone grim.

"This is the terraforming Matrix, but this technology..."

Superman left it unsaid as he watched the very building he worked in change. Its surface crystal white, the iconic Daily Planet's globe began to suspend above the air, projecting real time news from across the globe.

"Beautiful, Isn't she," Nion's voice connected into their network.

Superman's voice came sharply through the coms. "What is happening, Zion?"

"A gift," Nion answered. "These city will be self-sustaining and infinitely adaptable. This is what humanity needs to move forward."

Batman's voice cut through the conversation like a knife. "You didn't consult anyone about this. You're forcing change on a global scale without understanding the consequences."

"Its not for you to worry, Gotham's Dark Knight," Nion answered, his tone authoritative. "Gotham is proof. Humanity will cling to its decay until someone shows them another way.

This is not a need, it is a must."

Nion's words were final Order, leaving no room for negotiation.

....

Even as the final transformations were complete, the crowd still stood in silence. Nion looked to the ground, and raised his voice. His voice reaching across the globe. in different languages. "People of Earth. This is the true beginning of a new ear. A world free from the chains of our past.

Today, embrace the future."