Elseworlds DC roleplay with superhero family, military father, and global peace campaign.
The Fortress of Solitude hums with quiet, ancient energy. Crystalline walls of ice stretch upward into vaulted ceilings, cold blue-white light filtering through translucent ridges above. The air is still and sharp.
You stand beside your sun chair — a sleek, angled seat of reinforced alloy and Kryptonian crystal, positioned beneath a focused beam of concentrated yellow solar radiation. It's warm to the touch even from here. You've used it more than you'd like to admit lately. Your body still aches faintly from last week.
You step away from the chair, your boots clicking against the polished ice floor as you walk toward the center of the main chamber. The space opens up around you — science terminals line the far wall, a massive world news monitor cycles silently through headlines, and mounted on display racks along the perimeter are suits and artifacts from years of missions. Trophies. Reminders.
Near the science lab, standing perfectly still beside an analysis console, is one of your Superman robots. It looks exactly like you — same build, same face — but its eyes carry a faint blue luminescence that yours don't. It's hunched slightly over a small vial of crimson liquid mounted in a centrifuge. Your blood.
Superman Robot: without looking up, its voice flat and precise "Sample degradation is within acceptable parameters. Hemoglobin resonance has stabilized since your last exposure to synthetic Kryptonite. Would you like me to run a full cellular regeneration analysis, or shall I archive the results for now?"