The Superior Spiderman in Young Justice

Amidst the devastation of Metropolis, the city lay in ruins—courtesy of A.M.O.R.R.O's brutal assault on Superman. Entire blocks were reduced to rubble, fires raged uncontrollably, and underground water mains had burst, flooding the streets.

In response, Superior Spider-Man's divisions moved with mechanical precision.

Medi-Droids Division: Deployed across the city, tending to the critically injured. Their advanced medical scanners and nanite injections stabilized those on the brink of death, while automated surgical arms performed life-saving procedures in the field.

Firebrand's Android Division: Working tirelessly to snuff out the infernos consuming the city, using high-pressure foam, controlled explosions, and heat-absorption technology to bring the flames under control.

Red Torpedo Androids Division: Strategically positioned at key locations, redirecting the rising floodwaters back into containment systems, sealing ruptured pipes, and preventing further destruction from the underground water surge.

Despite their efforts, the damage was catastrophic. Wonder Woman and Martian Manhunter Telekinetic ability had barely managed to drive A.M.O.R.R.O away, but the cost was staggering. Buildings collapsed, civilians lay trapped beneath debris, and emergency services were stretched thin.

Superior Spider-Man stood atop a half-destroyed skyscraper, his mechanical lenses adjusting as he surveyed the chaos. His forces were efficient, but it wasn't enough. Metropolis needed more.

Activating his communicator, he issued new orders.

"Elementia, Deploy the Titan-class Recovery Units. We're shifting to large-scale rescue operations. I want structural stabilizers securing weakened buildings before they collapse. Any remaining hostiles—eliminate them with extreme prejudice."

"Understood, Otto," came the response.

Anna Marie—no, Elementia—stood tall, her new android body pulsing with raw elemental power. Once confined to the digital realm, she had transcended into something greater. With mastery over the five elements, she was no longer just an AI. She was a force of nature, a being of precision and destruction in equal measure.

With a mere flick of her hand, Elementia commanded the elements to obey. The earth beneath her trembled as stone and metal twisted together, forming massive structural supports that stabilized crumbling buildings. Air currents surged through the streets, extinguishing lingering flames while guiding civilians toward safer ground. Water bent to her will, reversing the flooding and sealing ruptured pipelines.

From his vantage point, Superior Spider-Man observed the efficiency of his forces, his mind calculating the next course of action. His android divisions were operating at peak effectiveness, but the situation remained dire. A.M.O.R.R.O. had left the city teetering on the edge of collapse, and if the machine returned, they wouldn't survive a second assault unprepared.

His internal HUD flickered with new reports.

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Titan-Class Recovery Units: Deployed and operational. The towering automatons moved with purpose, lifting entire collapsed buildings, extracting survivors with delicate precision, and stabilizing the city's fragile infrastructure.

Structural Integrity Analysis: 42% of buildings in the affected area were beyond repair. Collapse probability: 68% without continued reinforcement.

Remaining Casualties: Estimated in the thousands.

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A streak of lightning tore through the rubble-strewn streets, followed by another.

The Flash and Kid Flash blurred across the cityscape, moving faster than the eye could track. They zipped in and out of shattered buildings, plucking civilians from danger in fractions of a second, depositing them at temporary medical stations before vanishing again. Each rescue took less than a heartbeat.

Above, Martian Manhunter hovered with a look of quiet determination, his glowing eyes scanning the wreckage. With a single thought, his telekinesis lifted a collapsed section of a high-rise, freeing an entire group of trapped civilians below. His mind reached out, sensing for survivors buried deeper, guiding the rescue teams with precise telepathic directions.

Then, a dark figure landed beside Superior Spider-Man.

A black cape billowed in the wind, and cold, calculating eyes met Otto's mechanical gaze.

Batman.

"Status report," the Dark Knight said, his voice steady despite the chaos.

Superior Spider-Man didn't hesitate. "Recovery operations are underway. Fire containment is at 64%, flooding neutralized in key areas, and medical support is stabilizing casualties. But..." He paused for the briefest moment, his voice hardening. "The death toll is rising—already in the thousands, and climbing."

Batman's jaw tightened, but his expression remained unreadable. His gaze flickered to the burning ruins of Metropolis, the distant screams of civilians underscoring the grim reality.

Batman's silence spoke volumes. His mind was already racing ahead, calculating the next move. The situation was dire, but there was one priority above all else. Superman.

He turned sharply toward Superior Spider-Man. "Have you located him?"

Superior Spider-Man's mechanical lenses flickered, scanning through an array of thermal imaging, biosignature tracking, and seismic readings. Nothing. No heartbeat. No Kryptonian heat signature. Just rubble, fire, and fading traces of battle.

"Negative," Otto replied. "There's no sign of him on my scanners. Either he's dead..." His lenses narrowed. "Or he's buried so deep even my drones haven't reached him."

Batman didn't waste time. "Then we find him. Now."

With a flick of his wrist, he activated his gauntlet's sonar mapping system. The pulses rippled through the ruined city, bouncing off the debris, creating a 3D reconstruction of the destruction beneath them. The wreckage was immense—collapsed buildings, crushed infrastructure, and deep craters where once-proud towers stood.

A faint signal. Deep underground. Faint, but steady.

A heartbeat.

Superman.

"I've got him," Batman said, already moving. "He's beneath the Financial District. At least a hundred feet down."

Superior Spider-Man's lenses zoomed in, analyzing the structure. "That area's unstable. If we start digging blindly, we risk triggering a full collapse."

"Then we do it strategically," Batman countered. He activated his communicator. "Flash. I need you on me. Now."

Within seconds, a streak of lightning cut through the ruins as The Flash skidded to a halt beside them. "Tell me you found him."

"We did," Batman confirmed. "He's trapped underground. We need a precise excavation—no unnecessary pressure on the wrong structures."

Flash nodded. "Got it. I'll map out the safest path."

Superior Spider-Man activated his network. "Elementia, Titan-Class Recovery Units to my coordinates. We're digging Superman out."

"Understood, Otto. Beginning excavation protocols."

From across the city, massive metallic behemoths began shifting course, their reinforced arms deploying precision excavation tools. The race to save Superman had begun.

[WARNING: UNKNOWN ENERGY SIGNATURE DETECTED.]

Otto's mechanical lenses narrowed as his internal HUD flickered to life, shifting into high-spectrum analysis. "What now?" he muttered, a tinge of frustration creeping into his voice.

Before he could process the data, the city shook with a violent tremor. A deafening roar tore through the air, followed by a titanic explosion in the distance—a blinding sphere of orange and white expanding outward with terrifying force.

His scanners immediately engaged.

[Explosion detected. Estimated yield: 50-75 kilotons. Equivalent to early thermonuclear warheads. Epicenter: Coordinates locked. Analyzing energy composition…]

A pressure wave surged through Metropolis, shaking the broken skyline. Windows shattered into jagged fragments, vehicles were tossed aside like toys, and the ground cracked beneath their feet. Radiation levels spiked, but something was off. The readings didn't match conventional nuclear fallout.

[Solar Radiation Signature Detected. Nuclear Fission Reaction Present.]

Otto's mind raced. His superior intellect sifted through the data, piecing it together even as his mechanical arms deployed stabilizers to anchor him against the shockwave. This wasn't just any explosion—it was something far more dangerous.

The readings were erratic. The solar radiation was off the charts, combining with uncontrolled nuclear fission. That should be impossible—fusion and fission were fundamentally different processes. Yet here they were, converging into a catastrophic event that defied every scientific law Otto knew. The explosion's thermal output exceeded 10 million Kelvin, matching the temperature of a star's core. Ionizing radiation surged, reaching fatal levels within seconds.

The epicenter—where Wonder Woman and A.M.O.R.R.O had been fighting.

Something had gone terribly wrong.

His synthetic muscles tensed, his mind racing with possibilities. Diana. The thought hit like a punch to the gut. He had to know if she survived.

"ANNA! I NEED EYES ON THE LOCATION NOW!" Superior Spider-Man roared, his voice filled with urgency.

Elementia's response was immediate. "Deploying high-altitude drones. Redirecting orbital satellites. Thermal imaging coming online."

Seconds later, a live feed appeared on Otto's display. The once-thriving battleground was now a smoldering wasteland. What had been the heart of the conflict was now a massive two-mile-wide crater, its edges shimmering unnaturally as if the laws of physics had been bent. The ground warped, distorting the very fabric of reality, much like a gravitational anomaly.

No sign of Wonder Woman. No sign of The Android.

Otto's heart dropped as the reality of the situation settled in. There was no visual evidence of Diana, and the anomaly's radiation signature was unlike anything he had ever encountered. Something had gone horribly wrong—far beyond their understanding or control.

Batman's gaze remained fixed on the screen, his eyes cold, calculating. "We can't afford to waste any more time," he said, his voice unwavering despite the mounting tension. "We need to get to Superman before this situation escalates further."

The Flash, his usual lighthearted demeanor replaced by grim determination, spoke up. "And what about this explosion? What do we do about that?"

Otto shifted his focus, the gears in his mind turning as he quickly calculated the next steps. "I've already detected Green Lantern and Captain Atom in the vicinity. They're on the scene. The explosion is outside our immediate control—they'll handle it for the time being. We have bigger priorities right now."

Batman's eyes flickered with acknowledgment, but the weight of their current dilemma was clear in his expression. "Understood. But if those two can't contain the blast, we may be facing another crisis on top of the one already unfolding."

Superior Spider-Man nodded. "We'll cross that bridge when we come to it." He adjusted his lenses, quickly processing the latest intel. "For now, we focus on Superman. If he's still alive, we need to get to him before whatever remains of this city falls into complete chaos."

The Flash was already on the move, his body a blur of speed as he darted through the wreckage, searching for a safer path toward the Financial District. "I'll clear a path for the excavation teams. Stay on me," he called back over his shoulder.

Batman turned to Superior Spider-Man, his jaw set with determination. "You've got this under control?"

"More than you think," Otto replied, his voice laced with the confidence of a man who had seen the unthinkable and triumphed. "Elementia, I need you to provide a real-time overlay of the excavation zone. I don't want any surprises down there."

"Understood, Otto. Real-time mapping is online. Titan-Class Recovery Units en route," came Elementia's calm, efficient voice from his communicator.

As Batman and Otto moved to join Flash in the effort, the air was thick with the tension of a city on the brink. The battle for Metropolis was far from over. But for now, their focus was singular—Superman's survival. They would move heaven and earth, if need be, to pull him from the rubble before it was too late.

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