Judgment of the Endless (MarvelxDC)

The skies above London were blackened with smoke and fire as hordes of Parademons and Apokoliptic war creatures descended upon the city. Their guttural screeches echoed through the streets, a harbinger of destruction.

The once-bustling city was now in chaos, with civilians fleeing for their lives, the bridges of the Thames trembling under the weight of the pandemonium. Big Ben, standing tall against the onslaught, cast a somber shadow over the battlefield.

In the midst of the carnage, half of the Justice League had deployed, each member fully aware of the stakes. London was a vital stronghold. If it fell, the global resistance would lose a critical foothold.

Bruce Wayne, clad in his armored Batsuit, stood atop a crumbling rooftop overlooking Trafalgar Square. His cowl's lenses scanned the battlefield, analyzing enemy formations and the chaos below.

The Parademons were not acting alone. Among them were Elite Parademons, larger and more intelligent than the average drone. They carried Apokoliptic plasma rifles and moved in coordinated squads, leading the hordes of their lesser kin.

"Alfred," Batman growled into his comm, "feed the data to the team. These Elite Parademons are the priority targets. They're directing the others."

"Understood, sir," Alfred replied. "I've also located three Apokoliptic siege beasts advancing on Westminster. You might want to handle that sooner rather than later."

"Noted."

With a leap from the rooftop, Batman glided into the chaos below, his cape spread wide. Two Elite Parademons spotted him mid-air and raised their rifles. Before they could fire, Batman hurled a pair of explosive Batarangs, the devices detonating with surgical precision.

The explosions sent the demons sprawling as Batman landed amidst the fray, cape billowing dramatically.

The Dark Knight moved with brutal efficiency. A grapple line latched onto one Elite Parademon, yanking it into a flying kick. Another tried to flank him, but Batman anticipated the move, countering with a shock gauntlet strike that short-circuited the creature's armor.

"London isn't falling today," he muttered, throwing a smoke bomb to obscure his movements as more demons descended.

"..."

*Whoosh*

*Zip*

Barry Allen darted through the streets, a blur of red and gold lightning. His enhanced reflexes allowed him to see every detail of the battlefield in slow motion. Civilians screamed for help as debris rained down, and Barry was their beacon of hope.

"Hang on, folks!" Barry called out, his voice light despite the dire situation. "You're in good hands!"

He zipped through collapsing buildings, plucking people from the rubble in milliseconds and depositing them safely at evacuation points. In the process, he encountered a group of Elite Parademons attempting to cut off the escape route at the Tower Bridge.

"Alright, big guys," Barry quipped, cracking his knuckles. "Let's dance."

The Parademons fired plasma blasts, but to Barry, they moved as though underwater. He dodged effortlessly, darting between them and delivering a series of rapid punches to their armored torsos.

Their armor cracked under the repeated impact, and Barry finished them off with a whirlwind created by spinning in place. The vortex sucked them in and hurled them into the river below.

"Bridge is clear!" he radioed to the team.

Arthur Curry stood waist-deep in the Thames, his trident gleaming under the smoky sky. The waters churned violently around him as he summoned the aquatic life of the river to his aid.

Massive creatures, mutated by Apokoliptic tech, had emerged from the depths—hulking, multi-limbed monstrosities with glowing red eyes.

"Come on, then," Arthur growled, spinning his trident. "Let's see how you like a king's fury!"

One of the creatures, a grotesque amalgamation of squid and crab, lunged at him with pincers the size of cars. Arthur dodged, driving his trident into its underbelly and unleashing a surge of energy that caused the beast to convulse.

With a roar, he leaped onto its back, driving his weapon deeper until the creature collapsed into the murky depths.

Around him, schools of fish and pods of dolphins, guided by his commands, swarmed smaller aquatic Parademons, overwhelming them in a flurry of teeth and fins. The waters of the Thames became a battleground in their own right.

"..."

John Stewart hovered above Piccadilly Circus, his emerald ring glowing brightly as he conjured massive constructs to combat the onslaught. A massive siege engine rumbled into the square, its spiked wheels grinding through cars and pavement as it advanced.

"Not today," John muttered, raising his ring.

A giant emerald battering ram materialized before him, slamming into the siege engine with devastating force. The machine shuddered, sparks flying, before John finished it off with a concentrated beam of energy that tore through its core.

Above him, flying Parademons swarmed like locusts, their numbers seemingly endless. John responded by creating a dome of energy around himself, spikes protruding outward to repel the attackers.

When they backed off, he dropped the dome and unleashed a barrage of emerald missiles, each one finding its mark.

"Stewart to League," he said into his communicator. "Piccadilly's holding for now, but I could use some backup."

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J'onn J'onzz stood amidst the ruins of St. Paul's Cathedral, his form shifting between intangible and solid as he fought off waves of Parademons. His telepathy allowed him to anticipate their movements, and his shapeshifting kept them guessing.

One Parademon lunged at him, claws extended, but J'onn phased through it, solidifying behind the creature to crush its head with a single blow.

Another fired a plasma rifle, but J'onn morphed his arm into a shield, deflecting the blast before extending the same arm into a blade to impale the attacker.

More advanced creatures emerged from the shadows—hulking brutes with spiked armor and molten cores. J'onn focused his telepathy on them, probing their minds. He found only chaos and pain, but it was enough to exploit.

The brutes turned on each other, their confusion sowing discord among the ranks.

Shayera Hol soared above Westminster, her Nth metal mace crackling with energy. She dove into a cluster of flying Parademons, her mace smashing through their ranks like a wrecking ball.

The Nth metal disrupted their Apokoliptic tech, causing their wings to malfunction and sending them spiraling into the ground.

"Is that all you've got?" she shouted, twirling her mace.

A massive Apokoliptic brute emerged, its armor thick and its hands glowing with destructive energy. Shayera grinned, unfazed.

"Big guy, huh? Let's see how you handle this."

She charged at the brute, her mace connecting with its chest in a thunderous impact. The creature staggered but retaliated with a swing of its massive fist.

Shayera ducked, using her wings to propel herself upward before delivering a finishing blow to the creature's skull.

The battle raged on, the Justice League holding the line with grit and determination. London's iconic landmarks bore the scars of the conflict, but thanks to the League, the city stood. For now.

The Parademons retreated for the moment, regrouping for another assault. The League gathered in the ruins of Trafalgar Square, their costumes torn and their bodies battered but their resolve unshaken.

"This is just the beginning," Batman said, his voice grim.

"Let them come," Arthur replied, gripping his trident. "We'll be ready."

Above them, the sky remained dark, the Apokoliptic armada looming like a specter of doom. 

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