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Earth-55: Watchtower Observation Deck, Earth Orbit — January 10, 2010, 7:23 AM
The first rays of sunlight crested Earth's horizon, bathing the Watchtower's observation deck in golden light. Raj stood at the railing, watching the slow rotation of the blue planet below. The rainbow equations beneath his skin had stabilized overnight, their flow more measured, more purposeful. In his dimensional pocket, Lizzie's artifacts pulsed with quiet energy—a heartbeat waiting to resume.
Kiran joined him at the railing, her newly restored body still moving with the careful deliberation of someone relearning physical existence. The golden light beneath her skin brightened where their shoulders touched.
"Hard to believe we're leaving already," she said, her voice soft with wonder. "Twenty-four hours ago, I wasn't even corporeal."
Raj smiled, the expression warming his typically serious features. "And now you're plotting inter-universal travel. You've always been an overachiever."
The observation deck doors slid open as Diana entered, her regal bearing unchanged despite the emotional tempest of the past day. Lizzie walked beside her—no longer the uncertain figure who had first materialized in the garden, but a woman carrying herself with newfound purpose. The resemblance between them was striking now: the same determined set of the jaw, the same watchful eyes, the same inherent grace.
"So, you're really leaving," Lizzie said, stopping before them. Not a question, but a statement tinged with understanding.
Raj nodded. "We don't belong to this universe—not fully. There are others waiting for us. People who might remember, even if the universe doesn't."
Diana's hand came to rest on her daughter's shoulder—a gesture both protective and affirming. The golden glow of the rising sun caught on her bracers, which hummed with subtle resonance as they responded to Lizzie's presence.
"Will she remain stable?" Diana asked, her voice carrying the weight of a mother's concern beneath its diplomatic evenness. "When you take the artifacts through the dimensional shift..."
"Her essence is fully bound to the Lassos and your items," Raj confirmed, rainbow equations flowing to his fingertips as he demonstrated the connection. "In every universe where these exist, some part of her will be remembered. The connection transcends timelines."
"Stories don't end," Kiran added gently. "They get remembered differently."
Diana's gaze settled on Kiran, noting the golden light dancing beneath her skin. "You carry part of that entity within you now. Sajeevan."
Kiran nodded, a self-conscious smile touching her lips. "Apparently life liked me enough to give me a second chance at being solid."
"It recognized something worth preserving," Diana replied, her hand briefly touching Kiran's. "A mother's instinct recognizes the same."
The quiet moment was interrupted by the arrival of Jonthan Kent and Damian Wayne, both trying and failing to appear casual as they approached the gathering.
"Heard you were taking off," Jonathan said, his father's earnestness evident beneath his attempt at nonchalance. "Thought we'd... you know. See you off."
Damian stood slightly behind him, arms crossed, expression guarded but curious. "You're returning to Earth-16?"
Raj nodded, something almost fond crossing his typically stoic features. "My team is there. And some loose ends that need tying."
"Match and Roy?" Damian noted, revealing more knowledge than he'd previously let on. When Raj raised an eyebrow, Damian shrugged. "I overheard you talking with Kiran after your arrival. Standard protocol."
"Of course you did," Lizzie said with a small smile, easily matching Damian's dry tone in a way that made the young man bristle slightly.
An awkward silence settled over the group before Jonathan Kent stepped forward, offering his hand to Raj. The gesture transformed into an awkward fist-bump when both men changed their approach mid-greeting.
"Whatever universe you're in," Jonathan said, the humor in his eyes not diminishing the sincerity of his words, "you've got allies here."
"Conditional allies," Damian amended, though the corner of his mouth quirked upward slightly. "Pending continued verification of your tactics and objectives."
"Wouldn't expect anything less from a Wayne," Kiran replied with a warm smile that made Damian's mask of indifference slip for just a moment.
The observation deck doors opened once more as Bruce and Clark entered. Bruce's expression remained carefully neutral, though his analytical gaze took in every detail of the gathering. Clark, by contrast, carried his emotions openly, his approach direct and purposeful.
"Open your dimensional transit window in twenty minutes," Bruce stated, his tone revealing nothing of his thoughts. "The Watchtower sensors have been calibrated to provide maximum stability for your departure."
"What Bruce means," Clark added with a gentle smile, "is that we want to make sure you get home safely."
Bruce didn't contradict him, offering only a single nod of acknowledgment. The gesture, coming from the notoriously guarded Batman, spoke volumes.
Diana turned to Lizzie, her eyes searching her daughter's face. "You're certain you want to stay?"
Lizzie nodded; determination evident in the set of her jaw. "I need to find my place in this world. The one I helped create." Her eyes found Raj's. "I was unmade once. I don't intend to let it happen again."
Clark approached, placing a steady hand on Raj's shoulder. His expression was open, sincere in the way that had defined Superman across countless realities. "Wherever you land, keep standing.
Raj held his gaze, offering a rare unguarded smile. "Always do."
Harrington Woods, 20 Miles Outside Metropolis — January 10, 2010, 8:47 AM
The clearing lay quiet under the morning sun, dew still clinging to tall grasses that swayed in the gentle breeze. Far from the cities and surveillance networks, it offered the privacy needed for what was to come.
The Justice League had accompanied them to the location—Diana, Bruce, and Clark standing at a respectful distance while Lizzie remained closer, her expression solemn but composed.
Raj stood at the center of the clearing, rainbow flares flowing across his skin with increasing intensity as he withdrew a crystalline device from his dimensional pocket. The Multiversal Lattice Key—a deceptively simple power that glowed with internal geometries as he activated it.
"Earth-16 coordinates locked," he confirmed, his voice steady despite the strain evident in his features. "The dimensional current is stable. We should have a clean transit."
Kiran stepped beside him, her golden aura intensifying as she extended her hands. Threads of white-gold energy spun from her fingertips, weaving an intricate pattern around them.
"Tether established," she said, the concentration in her voice belied by the easy confidence of her movements. "We won't get separated in the Bleed."
Lizzie approached them, her steps measured and deliberate. She carried herself with the same warrior's grace as her mother, but there was something uniquely her own in the set of her shoulders, the clarity of her gaze.
"I wish I could come," she said quietly.
"No worries," Raj assured her, rainbow light dancing in his eyes. "You'll know where to look when the time comes."
Lizzie nodded, then reached for her wrist, removing one of her self-made bracelet. She pressed it into Kiran's hand, her fingers lingering over his. "A reminder," she said simply. "That nothing is ever truly forgotten."
Kiran's expression softened. "We'll keep the promise," she said, the gold light beneath her skin pulsing with certainty.
Raj activated the Power with a precise gesture. The air before them shimmered, then split—revealing a swirling vortex of rainbow-white energy that illuminated the clearing with otherworldly light.
Diana approached, standing tall and proud beside her daughter. No words were needed; the quiet press of her hand against Lizzie's was enough.
Raj and Kiran stepped toward the portal, their auras intensifying as they prepared to cross dimensions. With a final nod to the assembled heroes, they stepped forward into blinding light.
The portal closed behind them with the gentlest of whispers.
The Bleed — Beyond Conventional Time
The spaces between universes had no proper name across most realities. Some called it Hypertime, others the Void Between Worlds. But to those who traveled its currents regularly, it was simply the Bleed—a flowing medium that contained every possible universe, separating them just enough to maintain their individual integrity.
Raj and Kiran materialized on what appeared to be a simple park bench in the middle of absolute nothingness. Around them, fractal universes bloomed and died like time-lapse flowers, reality itself breathing in endless cycles of creation and dissolution.
"Well," Kiran said after a moment, her voice impressively steady for someone witnessing the raw fabric of creation for the first time, "this is... cozy."
Raj smiled, the tension in his shoulders easing slightly. "Dimensional waypoint. Safer than trying to navigate the currents directly." He paused, rainbow equations flowing more slowly beneath his skin as he stabilized their position. "Someone's coming."
The figure approached from nowhere and everywhere simultaneously, seeming to step out of the very fabric of existence itself. A woman in black jeans and a tank top, heavy boots thudding softly against non-existent ground. Her skin was pale as moonlight, her hair a wild tangle of black, and around her neck hung a simple ankh pendant. Her warm smile carried the wisdom of eons without any trace of condescension.
"Hello, travelers," Death of the Endless said, her voice surprisingly gentle for an entity of her cosmic standing. "Mind if I join you?"
Without waiting for an answer, she sat beside them on the bench, her posture relaxed and casual. "You held the line," she observed, her dark eyes taking in their exhausted but determined expressions. "That's not easy."
Raj studied her, rainbow equations flowing cautiously beneath his skin. "Is that... it? After all that?"
Death shrugged; the gesture surprisingly human for a cosmic entity. "Sometimes saving the world is that quiet." Her smile widened slightly. "Were you expecting trumpets? A certificate?"
"Maybe a 'thank you for preventing universal entropy' card," Raj quipped.
Death laughed—a sound like silver bells that somehow contained both joy and sorrow in perfect measure. "Consider this your card, then. Earth-55 has stabilized. Billions of lives will continue. And 'Sajeevan' will quietly patrol the edges, ensuring entropy stays in its proper place." Her gaze shifted to Kiran, growing more intense. "And you were remembered. That's what made you real again."
Kiran's breath caught, her hand unconsciously moving to her chest where her heartbeat—steady and strong—confirmed Death's words. "I thought it was the entity that restored me."
"The entity provided the means," Death corrected gently. "But it was being remembered that gave you substance." She glanced meaningfully at Raj. "Some connections transcend even my domain."
Raj felt something shift within him—a quiet realization that his First Geass, which typically triggered around moments of intimacy or emotional vulnerability, remained dormant despite Kiran's proximity. His brain analyzing this anomaly concluded with surprising simplicity: safety. In Kiran's presence, he felt neither the anxious arousal nor the emotional guardedness that typically activated his defenses. Just... calm.
"Will Lizzie remain stable?" he asked, pushing the personal revelation aside for later consideration. "The timeline rewrote her out of existence, yet we managed to anchor her to the artifacts."
Death nodded; her expression thoughtful. "Diana's artifacts exist across multiple realities. In binding her daughter's essence to them, you created an echo that will persist. In time, that echo may grow louder." She leaned back on the bench, gazing out at the swirling cosmos around them. "Memory is a powerful force. Sometimes more powerful than reality itself."
They sat in companionable silence for a moment, watching universes birth and die in the distant reaches of the Bleed. The quiet wasn't oppressive or awkward—just peaceful, a rare moment of respite after the chaos they'd endured.
"This isn't goodbye," Death said finally, rising from the bench with fluid grace. "Just a page break. Your story continues elsewhere."
Kiran looked up at her, golden light pulsing gently beneath her skin. "Is this what peace feels like? I've forgotten."
Raj's hand found hers, rainbow light intertwining with gold where their fingers met. "Feels like breathing without waiting for the next explosion," he said quietly.
Death smiled, something ancient and knowing in her eyes. "This quiet won't last. But it's yours. Rest while you can." She stepped back, beginning to fade into the fabric of the Bleed itself. "Be well. And remember—no one's ever just one thing."
As Death vanished, a spiraling rainbow portal appeared before them, its edges stabilized by equations that flowed with familiar precision.
Kiran stood, golden light flowing from her fingertips to reinforce the portal's structure. "Ready when you are, Hero."
Raj locked onto the coordinates for Earth-16. Rainbow light flared from his skin, connecting with Kiran's gold to create a stable pathway through the dimensional currents.
Together, they stepped into the light.
Outskirts of Happy Harbor, Earth-16 — January 10, 2010, 6:42 PM
They arrived in a meadow just as twilight was settling over the landscape. The familiar silhouette of Mount Justice rose in the distance—a landmark that had once housed the first iteration of Young Justice, now abandoned but still standing sentinel over the small coastal town.
Raj's aura flared brightly upon arrival, then settled into a more subdued rhythm—like a circuit completing after a long interruption. His expression shifted from tension to something approaching peace as he recognized the energy signature of his home reality.
"Back on Earth-16," he confirmed, rainbow equations flowing more naturally beneath his skin. "Dimensional coordinates match."
Kiran took a deep breath, savoring the scent of wildflowers and sea air. "It feels... different than Earth-55. More solid somehow." Her golden light responded to the environment, brightening slightly as she connected with the life-energy around them.
Nearby, Kiran noticed a patch of faded wildflowers—casualties of the dimensional disturbance. She approached them quietly, kneeling beside their wilted forms. With a gentle touch, she released a soft pulse of golden energy. The flowers responded immediately, colors deepening as they straightened toward the fading twilight.
"You're getting better at that," Raj observed, finishing his work on the spatial wound.
Kiran smiled; a hint of wonder still evident in her expression. "It feels natural. Like remembering how to breathe." She rose, brushing pollen from her hands. "Where to now?"
Raj looked toward the distant mountain, then in the direction of Happy Harbor's twinkling lights. "I have a safe-house in the old observatory. We can regroup there before making contact with anyone."
As they walked, the peaceful silence between them carried none of the tension or uncertainty that had marked their earlier interactions. It was the comfortable quiet of two people who had seen each other at their worst and their best, and found both worthy of respect.
"Do you think they'll remember you?" Kiran asked finally.
"I know a couple who will," Raj replied, his tone suggesting he'd given this considerable thought.
Kiran nodded, accepting this reality with the same resilience she'd shown throughout their journey. "Then we make new memories."
Raj glanced at her, rainbow light dancing in his eyes. "You make it sound simple."
"After existing as sentient smoke for years, then helping rewrite reality?" She smiled, golden light brightening beneath her skin. "This is simple."
Old Harbor Observatory, Safe-House — January 10, 2010, 8:23 PM
The observatory sat on a cliff overlooking the harbor, its domed roof silhouetted against the night sky. Once a functioning astronomical research center, it had been abandoned when newer facilities opened further inland. Now it served as one of Raj's many safe houses across the multiverse—a place between places, perfect for someone who existed at the intersection of multiple realities.
Inside, the main observatory chamber had been converted into a living space that reflected Raj's methodical nature. Star charts covered one wall, their constellations marked with both astronomical and mystical annotations. A compact kitchen occupied one corner, while comfortable but minimal furniture filled the central area. The entire space was illuminated by soft lights that mimicked natural daylight despite the late hour.
They moved to the observatory's main window, where comfortable chairs faced the expansive view of the harbor. The lights of Happy Harbor twinkled below, while above, stars filled the night sky in familiar constellations.
Kiran sank into one of the chairs, exhaustion finally catching up with her newly restored body. Golden light pulsed beneath her skin in slow, steady waves that matched her breathing.
"Is this real?" she asked quietly, her voice carrying the weight of someone who had questioned existence itself for too long.
Raj took the chair beside her, more peacefully than he had in months. "Yes," he replied simply.
They sat in comfortable silence, watching the stars and the distant harbor lights. No grand declarations, no dramatic gestures—just two souls who had survived the unimaginable, finding quiet companionship in the aftermath.
His hand found Kiran's in the space between their chairs, rainbow and golden light intertwining where they touched.
"Let it wait," he said quietly. "Just a minute longer."
Kiran nodded, her fingers tightening around his. "A minute longer," she agreed, golden light pulsing with quiet contentment.
Beyond the window, the stars continued their eternal dance, unaware of how close they had come to eternal darkness. And on the distant horizon, dawn waited patiently to break over a world that remembered how to live.
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