Judgment of the Endless (MarvelxDC)

Darius snapped his fingers, a mischievous grin spreading across his face. The pristine meeting room dissolved into an enormous coliseum-like arena. Golden sand stretched underfoot, and towering marble columns rose into the sky, encasing the battleground.

The seats transformed into lavish spectator stands, complete with plush cushions and crystalline drink holders. Above it all, an enormous scoreboard materialised, Darius's face at its centre, winking playfully.

His outfit changed instantly. Gone were his regal robes; instead, he wore a referee uniform—complete with black and white stripes and a whistle dangling from his neck. Perched on his shoulder was Whimsy, its tail flicking lazily as it snickered at the transformation.

The gathered heroes looked around in surprise, some amused, others exasperated. Diana pinched the bridge of her nose, shaking her head with a small smile. Ororo leaned back, arms crossed, her eyes sparkling with curiosity.

Verity popped into existence in a flash of golden light, nestling comfortably in her father's lap. She wore a miniature foam finger on one hand and had a bucket of popcorn in the other. "Papa, are we watching a fight?" she asked excitedly, her face lighting up.

"Not just watching, little one," Darius said, ruffling her hair. "We're officiating. Let's see what these champions are made of."

Thor groaned audibly, his hand on his face. "By Odin's beard, Darius. Is this truly necessary?"

Darius smirked. "Absolutely. You've got a grudge to settle, don't you? Here's your chance."

Lobo stood in the middle of the arena, arms spread wide. "Bring it on, Blondie. The Main Man's ready for round two."

Thor stepped forward reluctantly, twirling Mjolnir. "Fine. Let's get this over with."

With a casual motion, Lobo tossed Thor something shiny. The Asgardian caught it instinctively, and his eyes widened as he realised what it was: Mjolnir.

"You—" Thor growled, his grip tightening on the handle.

"Yeah, yeah," Lobo waved dismissively. "Took it off you last time as a little trophy. Figured you'd want it back. Not like I needed it, anyway."

The room buzzed with murmurs as Thor clenched his jaw, stepping into the centre of the arena with the hammer in hand.

Darius's voice boomed theatrically. "In the blue corner, the God of Thunder, wielder of Mjolnir, the pride of Asgard—Thor Odinson!"

The crowd of heroes cheered, though some, like Tony, clapped sarcastically.

"And in the red corner, intergalactic bounty hunter, destroyer of worlds, and self-proclaimed Main Man—Lobo!"

Verity bounced in Darius's lap. "Papa, who's going to win?"

Darius chuckled. "Let's find out, shall we?" He raised his hand and then dropped it dramatically. "Fight!"

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Thor didn't waste a moment, launching himself at Lobo with the ferocity of a storm. Mjolnir whirled in his hand, creating a vortex of wind and lightning as he closed the distance.

Lobo grinned, bracing himself. "Bring it, Goldilocks!"

Thor swung with all his might, the hammer crackling with divine energy as it slammed into Lobo's side. The impact sent a shockwave rippling through the arena, cracking the ground beneath them. But instead of flying back, Lobo barely budged, his grin widening.

"That all you got?" Lobo taunted before driving a massive fist into Thor's gut.

The Asgardian doubled over, coughing as the air was knocked from his lungs. Lobo grabbed him by the cape and hurled him into the arena wall, leaving a crater where Thor collided.

"Ouch," Verity winced, her tiny hands covering her eyes but peeking through her fingers. "Uncle Thor's not doing so good, Papa."

"Give him a minute," Darius said, smirking. "He's just warming up."

Thor pulled himself from the wall, his eyes blazing with fury. He raised Mjolnir high, summoning a bolt of lightning from above. The bolt struck the hammer, amplifying its power as Thor hurled it straight at Lobo.

This time, the impact sent Lobo skidding back, leaving deep gouges in the sand. But the Czarnian only laughed, brushing off the burn marks on his jacket.

"Nice try," Lobo said, cracking his knuckles. "But I've seen all your moves, pretty boy. Time to teach you some new tricks."

Lobo closed the gap in a heartbeat, his punches landing with bone-crushing force. Thor fought back valiantly, landing blows with Mjolnir that echoed like thunderclaps, but Lobo had adapted to his style. Every swing, every strike, Lobo countered with brutal efficiency, punishing Thor for every misstep.

Eventually, Lobo caught Mjolnir mid-swing, his muscles bulging as he wrestled it from Thor's grasp. He used the hammer to deliver a devastating uppercut, sending Thor sprawling to the ground.

Verity gasped. "That's not fair! Uncle Thor's hammer is supposed to like him!"

"Lobo doesn't care about fairness," Darius replied, amused.

The fight ended with Thor lying battered and bruised on the ground, unable to stand. Lobo tossed Mjolnir onto his chest with a smirk.

"Better luck next time, Goldilocks," Lobo said, sauntering back to his side of the arena.

Before anyone could step in, Carol stood. Her posture was calm, but her eyes burned with determination. "My turn," she said simply, stepping into the arena.

"Captain Marvel versus Lobo!" Darius announced, grinning. "Round two! Fight!"

Carol wasted no time, her body glowing with radiant energy as she launched herself at Lobo like a comet. Her first punch connected squarely with his jaw, sending him stumbling back.

Lobo spat out a tooth, grinning. "Now we're talkin'!"

The two clashed with explosive force, each blow sending shockwaves through the arena. Carol's energy blasts lit up the space, forcing Lobo to stay on the defensive. But her stamina waned as the Czarnian's unrelenting strength began to take its toll.

"Is he even getting tired?" Carol grunted, dodging another swing.

"Nope!" Lobo said, landing a brutal haymaker that sent her flying.

Carol recovered mid-air, retaliating with a focused energy beam that scorched Lobo's chest. He laughed through the pain, charging at her with reckless abandon. Their battle raged on, the arena floor cracking under the sheer intensity of their attacks.

"Go, shiny lady!" Verity cheered.

In the end, Lobo's sheer durability won out. Carol collapsed to one knee, panting heavily, as Lobo stood over her, barely winded.

"Not bad, lady," he said, offering her a hand. "You almost made me sweat."

Carol swatted his hand away, standing on her own. "Don't get cocky."

[A/N You can clearly tell I don't like Cpt. Marvel]

As Carol returned to her seat, Clark stood, his expression unreadable. The room fell silent as he walked into the arena, the weight of his presence undeniable.

"Well, look who it is," Lobo said, smirking. "The Boy Scout. You ready to get your tights in a twist?"

Clark said nothing, simply adjusting his cape before taking a fighting stance.

"Krypotonian versus Czarnian!" Darius announced. "Round three! Fight!"

The tension was palpable as the two titans faced off. Clark's calm demeanour contrasted sharply with Lobo's cocky bravado, setting the stage for what was sure to be an unforgettable clash.

Clark stood still, his eyes locked on Lobo. His usual warmth and restraint were absent, replaced with a cold determination Darius had drilled into him during training. There would be no holding back, no concern for the enemy's wellbeing. 

[A/N: We can all agree would be more powerful if he wasnt such a goodie-to-shoes]

Lobo smirked, cracking his knuckles. "So, Boy Scout's finally ready to play rough, huh? About damn time."

Clark didn't respond. Instead, he blurred forward, closing the gap between them in a fraction of a second. His fist collided with Lobo's jaw with such force that the arena itself trembled, chunks of stone flying from the impact.

Lobo staggered back, blood dripping from his split lip. For a moment, his smirk wavered, replaced by a flicker of surprise.

"Alright, Big Blue," Lobo growled, wiping the blood from his mouth. "Guess I'm gonna have to take you seriously."

Clark gave no time for banter, following up with a barrage of blows. His fists were a blur, each strike hitting like a freight train. Lobo's body, resilient as ever, absorbed the punishment, but even he felt the sting of Clark's unrelenting power.

"Stay down," Clark said coldly, driving Lobo into the ground with a thunderous punch.

Lobo laughed, spitting out a tooth. "Stay down? You don't know who you're dealin' with, Boy Scout!"

The Czarnian surged upward, headbutting Clark with such ferocity that it echoed like a cannon blast. Clark stumbled, and Lobo capitalised, grabbing him by the cape and swinging him like a wrecking ball into the arena wall.

"Not bad," Lobo said, dusting off his jacket. "But I've fought gods, demons, and everything in between. You're just another do-gooder with a stick up your—"

Clark interrupted him with a burst of heat vision, the beams carving searing lines across Lobo's chest.

"Shut up," Clark said, his voice low and dangerous.

The fight escalated into a brutal display of raw power. Clark's punches sent shockwaves that shattered the ground, while Lobo's counters left craters in the sand. They clashed mid-air, trading blows that lit up the arena like fireworks.

Clark grabbed Lobo by the wrist and hurled him into the ground, creating a massive crater. He descended with a devastating punch aimed at Lobo's head. But the Czarnian rolled away at the last second, retaliating with a kick to Clark's ribs that sent him skidding across the arena floor.

Onlookers watched in awe and tension, each blow more devastating than the last.

"Clark's not holding back," Steve said, his tone a mix of admiration and unease.

"He's learned well," Diana added, her eyes fixed on the fight. "But Lobo… he's a monster in his own right."

Verity clapped excitedly. "Go, Uncle Clark! Beat the mean biker!"

Natasha smirked. "I'd place my bet, but with these two? It's anyone's game."

Thor crossed his arms, still nursing his bruised pride from earlier. "I hope the Boy Scout wipes that smug grin off Lobo's face. It'd be justice."

Darius leaned back in his throne, his expression unreadable. "Let's see if he's ready to graduate," he murmured, more to himself than anyone else.

Clark unleashed a flurry of punches, each one faster and stronger than the last. He drove Lobo to his knees, his heat vision carving deep into the Czarnian's armour. The crowd leaned forward, sensing the end.

But Lobo refused to fall. With a guttural roar, he lashed out with his chain, wrapping it around Clark's torso and yanking him forward into a devastating headbutt. Clark stumbled, and Lobo followed up with a spine-shaking uppercut that sent him airborne.

Clark steadied himself mid-air, glaring down at Lobo. His body glowed faintly with solar energy as he prepared his final strike.

"This ends now," Clark said, diving toward Lobo at full speed.

Lobo braced himself, his grin widening. As Clark closed the distance, Lobo shifted slightly, timing his move perfectly. At the last second, he sidestepped and delivered a brutal elbow to Clark's spine, halting his momentum and sending him crashing into the ground.

The dust settled, revealing Clark struggling to rise. Lobo stood over him, battered but grinning victoriously.

Darius clapped once, the sound reverberating through the arena. "Enough."

Both fighters froze, turning their attention to Darius.

"Clark," Darius said, his voice calm but firm. "You've done well, but you lose."

Clark frowned, clearly displeased. "Why?"

Darius gestured toward Lobo. "You fought brilliantly, but you still let your anger dictate your actions. Lobo anticipated your moves because you became predictable in your rage. This wasn't just about strength—it was about control."

Clark lowered his gaze, nodding slightly. He knew Darius was right, as much as he hated to admit it.

"Don't look so glum, Boy Scout," Lobo said, offering him a hand. "You almost had me there. Almost."

Clark accepted the hand, standing with a small smile. "Next time, I won't make the same mistake."

Before anyone could speak further, a new figure rose from his seat.

"Interesting," Dr. Strange said, his tone measured. "I believe I'm next."

The room fell silent, the air thick with anticipation.

"You, Gandalf?" Lobo asked, genuinely surprised. "You don't look like much of a brawler."

Strange smirked, stepping into the centre of the arena. "I may not rely on brute force, but I assure you, I'm no less formidable."

Darius's eyes twinkled with amusement. "Oh, this should be good. Lobo versus Doctor Strange!"

As the two opponents faced off, Verity leaned closer to Darius, her excitement palpable. "This is gonna be fun!"

And with that, the arena braced for a clash of vastly different styles, leaving everyone on the edge of their seats.

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