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It's working. Keep it up!

It's growing a shell!

Worse. Armor.

It's adapting again.

No.

What have I done?

Now…

Die.

Anything?

Not yet, Shayera. But
she's here somewhere.

I'm still registering
no life signs but ours.

We've been at this for weeks.

- I'm not giving up.
- Neither am I.

I'm just saying
that sifting through

5.9 sextillion metric tons
of shattered planet is…

Wait.

I've got her.

On my way.

Hawkgirl to Satellite,
I found her.

Over here.

Diana.

Is she…

If she is, I've wasted
a lot of time out here.

She's not dead. She can't be.
I don't think it's possible.

Clark, your heat vision.

I can't believe it.

We've been searching for
you for eight months.

Diana, thank God
you're all right.

Thank the gods?

For this "gift"?

A million people have
died all around me.

No one should have
to endure this.

Diana, I'm sorry.

What happened? Where are we?

Buckle in.

It's a long story.

Diana, welcome to The Bleed.

It's an unstable dimension that
exists outside the Multiverse.

Truly, neither here nor there.

The Fields of Asphodel.

Yeah, it's kind of a limbo.

It's a lifeboat. One that's
sprung a lot of leaks.

Here. We found this
the second week.

Not a scratch on it.

It gave us hope.

And hope…

well, that's something we
desperately need these days.

I don't understand.
What's happened here?

The Bleed doesn't obey
the rules of physics,

which allows it to exist
extra-dimensionally,

and thankfully, hidden
from the Anti-Monitor.

The thing that's
trying to kill us.

Unfortunately, it also throws

a ton of other laws
out the window as well.

It's not exactly stable.

Space and time collide here.

Each Earth's past and present
are constantly in flux.

There aren't really enough
resources to go around.

Many Earths are
totally inaccessible.

Natural disasters are so common it's
big news when one's not happening.

This seems unsustainable.

What do we do next?

That is the question.

Good to have you
back, Wonder Woman.

Welcome home, Diana.

Aquaman? Aquaman,
can you hear us?

You'll have to excuse me.

We're being overrun.

We're providing water to
every Earth that needs it.

- We don't have enough—
- You'll have to ration.

Our world can only give so much
before ecological disaster.

Look, there may come a
time when we can once again

be able to supply you
with what you need.

But this is not this time.

How are we supposed to hold
out? Millions will die.

I understand the
issues at stake.

Please be considerate.

There are many people that
need this just as much as you.

We missed you, Diana.

You were right, Michael.

Again. This netherverse
of The Bleed saved us.

I suppose it's a perfect example
of 'be careful what you wish for.'

You said this would
take incalculable power.

- How did you—
- I didn't.

The Monitor had
billions of years' worth

of cosmic energy stored
inside his cells.

When he died, he released that
energy to the Towers and he...

Died?

How? I thought he was like me.

Immortal?

Well, turns out "Can't die"
isn't quite the same as

"Can't get totally
obliterated by Supergirl."

Dr. Hoshi.

Whoops. So who
knew she was here?

She hardly says a thing.

- Ah. Miss Lane.
- Come on, Clark.

At this point, everybody knows.

Welcome back, Diana.

It's good to see you, Dinah.

You're every bit the Black
Canary your mother was.

You're Dinah Drake's daughter?

- Oliver Queen.
- I know.

A good story. That's why
I followed these guys.

It could be literally anything.

"Dinosaurs Stampede In
Downtown Metropolis."

This is Perry White's
ultimate dream headline.

I'll take care of the pterodactyls.
Will you be all right?

Pretty sure they're
Pteranodons. I'll be fine.

I'm not totally sure we should
even save these uptown fat cats.

They've kind of got
this coming to them.

Is "fat cats" an
Earth-1 expression?

And aren't you a millionaire?

Oh, no. I'm a
billionaire. Actually.

Wow. Not bad.

Slow down, big fella. Let's…

Run. Quickly.

Here's a noseful of
Metropolis, just for you.

Lois, no, I've got this.

Really? 'Cause it
sort of looks like…

Oh. You do got this.

You knew you could
talk to that thing?

Well, I hoped.

Hang on, Superman.

Whoa, girl. Easy now.

Easy.

Well, that's the last of them.

Uh, hey, how about
we go for coffee?

Don't pat yourself on the
back too hard, Robin Hood.

I don't think it's
quite over yet.

Great Scott.

This is what I get
for asking for action.

Wait. Listen.

You best watch where
you're standing, ma'am.

A road's a dangerous place.

Yeah. The dinosaurs
are kind of a hazard.

I'm actually more
interested in your story.

I'm Lois Lane from The Planet.

Not much of a story, Miss Lane.

We're just a motley collection
of grunts lost in time,

trying to keep that pack of ugly
lizards from hurting anyone.

I've covered a lot of strange stories
over the last eight months, but...

Sorry. That's our cue.

Wait, who are you?

Nobody important, ma'am.
We're just a bunch of losers.

My favorite dinosaur was the
one with the huge vocabulary.

Which one?

The Thesaurus.

Nice.

It's funny because you
walk right into it.

How many deaths?

None. Can you believe it?

A total filler episode. Ugh.

Le...

Supreme Leader…

We have our own chronal anomaly.

Mount Vesuvius just
phased into Central City.

And it's erupting.

Well, what do you expect
me to do about it?

Ooh, I'll make popcorn.

If those civilians are too stupid
to flee in the face of that,

they don't deserve to live.

That's Darwinism
in its purest form.

I don't expect you
to do anything.

But you should know the
frequency of these anomalies

is increasing geometrically.

I think you mean exponentially.

We have to face the fact
that we can't continue

in this freakish
Bleed indefinitely.

It's a death sentence for
all life on every Earth.

Oh, the poor plants.

Just thinking about all
that withering wisteria

makes you green in the
face, don't it, Ivy?

Come now, let's not bicker and argue
in the face of universal annihilation.

It should surprise none of you
that I have an ace up my sleeve.

It's a card that,
if played correctly,

could save us all.

Oh, do you mean us
all? Or "us" all?

Do you really care?

Eh…

Open it.

Zap him.

Once more. Better safe
than sorry, right?

No shenanigans.

I like to think you'd
know better by now.

Attaboy.

Now you've been enjoying our
hospitality for some time.

One square meal a day,
nice cot, firm mattress.

Constant companionship.

You're probably wondering
what you can do to repay me.

Well, you have a friend
I'd like to talk to.

I need you to call him for me.

It's a long-distance call.

Commissioner Montoya just
assumed they were coming here.

She might have been wrong.

She's not.

The Gotham City Armory
is their surest bet

to get the modern
weaponry they need.

Maybe they made another
stop on the way here.

You think they
made a coffee run?

The time anomaly appeared on
the south end of Robinson Park.

Where would they stop? Think.

Police headquarters.

They could raid the
lock-up, evidence lockers.

If they did, they'd get their hands
on every confiscated weapon of...

Here they come.

Great. An army of
vicious Nazi killers

armed with the Rogue's
deadliest weapons.

What even is this?

Don't freak out, Bats.
They're still alive.

More or less.

It's… It's you, isn't it?

Barry?

Go back to the beginning, Bruce.

To before the beginning.
You must. It's the only way.

No, don't.

Earth-2 to Satellite.
Emergency trans-mat.

I have an injured Batman.

He was exposed to
Scarecrow's fear toxin.

Satellite, what the
hell is wrong with you?

We have a medical emergency.

Sorry, Earth-2,

we have a developing
situation here.

Prepare Batman for
emergency trans-mat.

He'll be okay.

Will any of us?

Wow. Then what happened?

We were together from then on.

The other Legionaries got
to see another side of him.

The Brainy I knew.

Well, that was one hell of a
first date, that's for sure.

I know what you're trying to do.

I'm trying not to
eat these doughnuts,

because holy empty
calories, right?

I know, Babs.

I'm a complete wreck and you're
trying to make things normal.

To make me feel like it's
not the end of the universe.

Only…

It probably is.

And it's my fault.

And there's nothing
I can do about it.

It is not. When are you gonna
get that through your head?

Even if the Monitor was still
here, there's no guarantee that...

Okay. It's that time again.

Reading quantum energy spikes
so high they're off the charts.

I've got Earths calling
in, like all of them.

They wanna know what's going on.

Probably less important here,
but someone is materializing

on the trans-mat platform
without proper authorization.

What the hell is going
on here, Michael?

Luthor.

The top science
minds on Earth-10

tell me The Bleed is
tearing itself apart.

Aren't you the top
science mind on Earth-10?

Yes. Which is why I came.

The Monitor's technology is
a bit beyond most of you.

Despite appearances, The Bleed
is mostly holding together.

Wrong. It's buckling here.

The fabric of The Bleed

ripping.

Which Earth is that?

Earth…

Earth-146.

Mera.

Hello, my love.

We can see it now.

Forming in the sky
above us. It's massive.

I'll show you.

I will send telemetry
to that last moment.

I pray it helps you.

It's releasing some
kind of energy.

Like the waves. It's Antimatter.

Oh, God.

It's not over yet.

Arthur, contact
all patrol ships.

All metas with
space capabilities.

Get them positioned between...

It's too late, Michael. They'll
never get there in time.

And even if they could…

Arthur...

Send me home.

Arthur. No. Don't do it.

They're my people. My family.

Barry.

Ah, Mr. Wayne.

Good to see you up and
on your feet again.

Don't take it too hard.

Unfortunately, you have the one doctor
in The Bleed who can see in the dark.

Dr. Elizabeth Chapel.

Doctor Midnight?

Retired. Right now we need
doctors more than we need capes.

I'm on the Satellite.

From my nail growth,
I'd estimate eight days.

Ten. Nice trick.

How's your head?

You came in with enough fear
toxin to kill an elephant.

Something's wrong here.

You're not just
physically exhausted.

You're traumatized, grieving.

There's considerably more
plasma orbiting the sun.

What happened?

The Anti-Monitor found us.

Somehow ripped its
way into The Bleed.

Just long enough to
destroy Earth-146.

Arthur's world. Did he…

He's gone.

Two days later,
it happened again.

Earth-88. Yesterday, Earth-2112.

A flash of Antimatter,
then everything,

and everyone, dead.

The Flash. I knew he was dead

before I already knew
because I… I saw him die.

Back on Warworld,
I saw Flash die.

Mr. Wayne, the toxin.
You were hallucinating.

I know what I saw. I
need to talk to a doctor.

Oh. You want a second opinion?

He's not that kind of doctor.

What is it you seek from
Doctor Fate, Batman?

You're the last doctor in the Multiverse
who makes house calls, Nelson.

Dad… I mean, Bruce,
you should be resting.

Between the fear
toxin and the bullets…

All of you, listen.
When I was on Warworld,

a dying old man appeared from
nowhere to give me a message.

I didn't know it until
now, but it was The Flash.

Why would he be old?

How would Barry even
have gotten to Warworld?

We all wish we could
find Barry and Iris.

But even if you did see
him, why does it matter?

Because I think he traveled
back in time from this crisis.

Not just to warn
us, but to help.

Tell us something significant.

Bruce, we were trapped in a world
of automatons and illusions.

How can you know if
what you saw was real?

I called a specialist.

Are you all right, Doctor?

Yes. It was a very
significant event.

And quite real.

Your instincts are correct.

It was Barry.

He was trying to give you
the answer to… all this.

Before the beginning.

The answer lies
before the beginning.

Before the Multiverse
even existed.

Then it's hopeless. Time
travel is impossible now.

There's no way to find
out how this all started.

Or how to fix it.

But there must be some way.

What is it, John?

Nothing.

Well, there was
this guy. Homeless.

He said a lot of crazy
stuff. He was a sorcerer.

No offense. Anyway, when
the Shadows attacked,

it turned out everything
he said was true.

He magicked the hell
out of those things.

Go on.

He said he'd been tortured
in hell basically,

since before this
universe even began.

He said his name was
John Constantine.

Does that name mean
anything to you?

I'm not sure,

but I've just felt the
Helmet of Nabu grow cold.

Where is he now?

He took off after we
entered The Bleed.

Said he intended to
crawl into a hole,

couldn't bear to watch
everything come to an end again.

He could be anywhere,
on any Earth.

Needle in a haystack.

Are you forgetting something?

Does the "World's Greatest
Detective" ring a bell?

We'll track this
guy down in no time.

Tell me everything you remember
about this Constantine.

Everything he did,
everything he said.

He said…

Well, he said he
needed a bloody drink.

Oh, sorry, mate.

Spot me for another shot
of the coffin varnish, eh?

Paint your tonsils on
someone else's nickel, rummy.

It's not charity.

I'm gonna entertain
you with what we call

close-up magic.

Hmm. That's not bad, actually.

Ugh.

How did you…

The saloon combined
the strongest levels

of eldritch energy with the
highest alcohol content.

Hey, fellas, here's a...

Better end that
sentence carefully.

Look what we got here, boys.

Looks like the
circus come to town.

Gentlemen, we're just here
to talk with that man.

We don't want any
trouble. Most of us.

Lady, we're sick and
tired of pirates,

pilgrims and cavemen
wandering in here.

This is our world.

And we aim to keep it that way.

Let's all settle down.

Drinks are on me.

Show-off.

That's all I can
take. Get 'em, boys.

What in hell is going on here?

I step out for five minutes and
you turn my saloon into a rodeo?

Bat Lash?

Do I know you, ma'am?

Think I'd remember meeting you.

I… met…

uh, a descendant of
yours on another world.

He died in my arms.

Lucky fella.

A few months ago, I thought
that was a telltale.

Now? Plum normal.

- Clear the bar.
- Well, I don't see why I...

Everybody out.
Closed for business.

Getting rough.

Someone's up for a trade.

Do you have some kind of
special spell to sober him up?

Nabu.

I haven't seen you
in an eternity.

I've never seen him before.

But he's impossibly old.

Older than the
Multiverse itself.

How is that even possible?

I only just remember my name.

Memory's like Swiss cheese,
eh, it's mostly holes.

In my experience, there are
ways to get people to remember.

Many ways.

Looks like I've
gone deep Barney.

It's nuts out here. Jay, report.

Earthquakes are not letting up,
Dinah. It's the worst one yet.

Mom.

I'm getting reports
from all over.

The whole world is shaking.

What's causing all this?

Best guess? That.

Oh, shit.

Earth-2 to Satellite. Come in.

We are aware of your
situation, Dinah.

Our defenses have
already been deployed.

- What can we do?
- Dinah.

Mom?

I love you.

And I'm proud of you.

Mom.

Chronal energy is
dropping to nominal.

The fissure is sealed.

That is terrific.

Any guess on when
the next one arrives?

Wrong "W."

Not "when," but "why"?

Why was that thing
suddenly able to locate us

in all this
limitless Multiverse?

Excellent question.
Which leads to another.

Did someone inside The
Bleed leak the information?

Are you suggesting that
someone actually wanted

to contact the Anti-Monitor?
To sell us out?

I don't even have to turn around

to feel Miss Lane's
eyeballs glaring at me.

Lex, if I'm not mistaken,

you arrived here just moments
before Earth-146 was destroyed.

Not your hologram, you
came here. Physically.

Are you seriously
accusing me of somehow

contacting the Anti-Monitor,
revealing the location of The Bleed?

Good. I was afraid you were losing
your journalistic instincts.

Yes, of course I did.

I've seen some weird
stuff, but this? Magic?

We're seriously doing a seance?

Shouldn't we at least be in,
uh, I don't know, Stonehenge?

Time is of the essence.

And it's not "magic"
as you understand it.

We are combining our energy
to help Batman investigate

Constantine's damaged memories.

And perhaps find his connection

to the Multiverse
and this crisis.

Oh, hello, Bats. Fancy
meeting you here.

What am I seeing?

I wish this was just
a nightmare, Bats.

But this was real.

I'd forgotten.

Earth had been invaded.

Conquered.

The old planet had
been ripped to shreds.

Bastard named Darkseid.

Never heard of him.

Right. I think…

I think I had something
to do with that.

You know what you
have to do, mate?

Clear the board and start again.

Now you just leave that to John.

A simple little guidance
spell from yours truly…

And Bob's your uncle.

You'll run off to right when
and where you'll need to be.

To save us all.

Off with you now. I
haven't got all day.

You sent him to rewrite history.

- What gave you the right?
- A bit reckless. Yeah.

Billions of people have died.

Reduced to Antimatter.

And believe me, no one feels
worse about that than I do.

But am I actually responsible?

For what?

Murder. On a massive scale.

They would have died anyway.

Michael, Anti-Monitor aside,

what is our estimated time of
survival here in The Bleed?

Well, between the exponential
population explosion

due to the time-displaced
individuals,

limited resources, and
unreliable physical rules...

Not too freaking long.

That doesn't change the
fact that you sold us out.

You made some kind of
deal with that monster.

Wrong.

I faced the hard truth

that we're all doomed if we
don't destroy this creature.

An impossibility
without more data.

So I simply contacted
the Anti-Monitor,

and told him I was willing
to make a deal with him.

Let me guess.

That you'd give him the location

of the other Earths

if he spared Earth-10?

The details of this supposed
deal are unimportant.

We had to see him. Find
its weakness. Find its…

Kryptonite?

My world was in
just as much danger.

But now we know more about this
monster. Now we have a chance.

What do you have in mind?

Oh, don't worry. I have a plan.

Plan? You are going to pay for
your crimes with your life.

This will have to wait.

Our friend is back.

Constantine, where is this?

Welcome to Apokolips, Bats.

Home of Darkseid.

Evil personified.

A lot like hell it
is, but not so nice.

I ought to know.

I see. The only way
to stop Darkseid

was to eliminate him
before the invasion.

But how can I be seeing this?

I was in your
memories. Not Barry's.

They're mine as well.

It's coming back to me.

I sent a part of myself along
with him like a hitchhiker.

I wish I could remember why.

It may have something
to do with this.

These creatures are dead, but
Barry barely touched them.

Oh. That's right.

There's one spell. A bad one.

That'd require me to slice
off a piece of my soul.

We failed.

Useless.

Every shield
shattered in seconds.

I did this.

They were all as good as dead
as soon as I killed the Monitor.

On the upside, it was a
post-apocalyptic Earth

inhabited by mutant
humanoid animals.

We were lucky.

It was all a waste of time, Lex.

All the effort, the resources,
this was never going to work.

I know. I never
thought it would.

But every sensor, every
radio telescope dish

on every possible Earth was
trained on the Anti-Monitor.

Now, we see it. Michael?

Gravity. It's all within
5% of your predictions.

What he said about
my world, it's true.

A battlefield of monsters.

Compared to the other
Earths, it was a nightmare.

It was also your home.

This was all what?

Some kind of fact-finding mission?
We already knew it was a monster.

But now, Captain, we know exactly
what kind of monster it is.

How big, how tough, and
what it'll take to kill it.

What's your plan?

The Anti-Monitor is made of

the same dark Antimatter
as the Shadow Demons.

So like them, he's
susceptible to light attacks.

We threw every possible
light-based attack at him.

Everything in The Bleed.

Not quite everything.

It's no use.

I crunched the numbers.

Not even our sun generates
enough energy to kill that thing.

Ah, but it's not one sun.
It's hundreds of suns.

Each Earth has arrived
with its own sun in tow.

Their respective suns are phasing
at the same point in The Bleed.

Fifty-two suns should generate
enough light to kill the creature.

But how would we weaponize that?

Hmm. If only we had some
kind of living solar battery

who could absorb, contain,
and deliver that energy.

You son of a bitch.

Can't you bury your sick
obsession with killing Superman,

even when, literally, all
existence is on the line?

Lois, he's not wrong.

Clark, don't you find
it a bit coincidental

that the only way to save us
all involves destroying you?

I call it a happy accident.

We've run a thousand scenarios.

This is the first
one with a chance.

And don't know for certain
that it'll kill me.

I'm pretty thick-skinned.

Superman, even if you
survived the process

of absorbing the energy
from multiple stars,

unleashing it instantaneously
on the Anti-Monitor,

you would not survive.

Look, you can't make an omelette
without cracking a few eggs.

In this case, one egg.

What do you say, Superman?

One life to save
untold billions?

I call that a bargain.

Blimey, I remember. The spell,
my damnation. Everything.

Darkseid.

Yes. He's a fixed point in
time, nearly indestructible.

His entire life, protection
spells and defense technology,

Darkseid was engineered to be
one of the immutable pillars

of the Multiverse.

He must exist.

But as an infant…

I'd say. It took some
doing, but I learned

the only time in his life
when he'd be vulnerable.

- The first year.
- Barry won't do it.

It's not in him.

Don't you think I knew that?

The spell. Darkest of magic.

He's walking death.

Rappaccini's daughter.

He doesn't even know.

He's a living poison.

Spot on. He's typhoid,
Barry. Radiates it.

He doesn't have to do anything
to the little monster.

He's already done it.

Just being here.

Kara.

Kara, stop.

You can't do this.

You can't catch me, Kal.

When he made me the Harbinger,
Monitor supercharged my powers.

This isn't the answer.

It's exactly the answer. I
killed the Monitor, not you.

None of this is your fault.

The Anti-Monitor manipulated
you. Tricked you.

I let myself be tricked.

This falls to me.

Let me go. Atom, I swear...

Superman, it's too
late. We need you. Now.

He's back.

Alpha Team, concentrate
your firepower

on the center of the
Anti-Monitor's shielding.

We've got to give Supergirl a shot at
the creature itself, not its armor.

Let's do this.

It's no good. We're
not getting through.

Great plan, Lex.

Attention, Satellite. Deactivate
Cosmic Towers immediately.

What the hell?

Those Towers are the only
thing keeping us in The Bleed.

I repeat, deactivate
Towers immediately.

It's not him. It's the
Anti-Monitor talking through him.

Please, Clark. Quickly.

Michael, do what he says.
Turn off The Towers.

- Superman.
- Fast.

We're home.

The Anti-Monitor, it's charging
up. It's targeting Earth-16.

There's nothing we can do.

I don't believe it.
It's really you, J'onn.

Indeed, Superman.

And fortunately,
you did believe it.

We saw Warworld explode.

There is no self-destruct
option for Warworld.

What you saw was an entire
planet transported via Zeta beam.

But how? The amount of Zeta
energy that would require...

I had help.

A friend arrived at
just the right time.

But our work here
is far from over.

Yeah, far from over my ass.

You can say that again, J'onn.

The Anti-Monitor has recovered,

and is changing course
right towards you.

He took a little
damage, but not much.

Even with planet-sized artillery,
we can't get through that armor.

Kara is on her way. We
don't have much time.

Even now, Kara does
not have the power

to breach his shields
and destroy the creature.

Michael, I'm getting four
incoming energy signatures

heading for Earth-18.

Ignore it.

We've got bigger
problems right now.

J'onn, isn't Warworld powered by
the hatred and fear of its captives?

Any unified emotion.

Fear was simply
Mongul's preference.

Maybe… Maybe there's a way.

It's him. It is John Stewart.

Who the hell are you?

We are a few of your recruits.

When Oa fell and the
Corps was destroyed,

the power rings you sent
out found us. Chose us.

Or reminded us
who we truly were.

The Green Lantern
Corps was reborn.

Others soon joined us.

We are here to help you.

Now all will truly be well.

It would be an honor for me
to share my lantern battery

with the legendary John Stewart.

Greatest of the Green Lanterns.

Charles Halstead, known
as the Psycho Pirate,

you are needed.

It's not going to hold.

It will. Just put your
heart and mind to it.

How many people?

All of them.

I've never done anything
on that scale. I… I can't.

Nevertheless, it must be done.

You do it.

Only you have the power to
connect emotions in this manner.

It must be you.

Here she comes. We've
got to do this now.

Kara…

It's okay.

I should have died with Krypton.

Every moment then…

With you, Monitor,

with Brainy, has
been bonus time.

Thank you.

I love you.

Now.

Oh, God…

Hey, Johnny-boy. I sure hope
you've got an ace in the hole.

Well done, Charles.

I'm so sorry, Clark.

To die so that others may
live is a magnificent act.

A hero's death.

Bloody tragic this is.

Pity we don't have
more time to mourn.

He's right, Clark.

As terrible as Kara's loss is,

all of those worlds, there's
something much worse coming.

Our detective has solved

the great riddle he's
trained for all his life.

What is the Multiverse?

We've all wondered that.

Why so many parallel
worlds? Now we know.

It was a mistake.

This man is from an Earth that
existed before our Multiverse.

One decimated by Darkseid.

A ruthless
intergalactic conqueror.

So significant
was this creature,

he was a fixed point in time.

In an attempt to save his world,

Constantine tried
to destroy Darkseid.

His unknowing weapon was Barry.

Darkseid must exist.

So Constantine's attempt to
erase a fixed point in time

didn't change the universe.

It shattered it.

Two universes. One with
Darkseid, one without.

But it didn't stop there.

Every critical decision
created a new possible reality.

The Multiverse is
expanding geometrically

moment by moment.

Infinite Earths.

Unfortunately, the
universe wasn't designed

to support infinite
variations of itself.

The Multiverse is a
cancer, and it's growing.

Ultimately, reality
itself must collapse.

An antibody.

You're saying the Anti-Monitor
is like an immunoglobulin.

A natural defense
protein for the universe?

Quite right, Doctor.

But there's never just one.

Magnifying.

Just one of them
was almost too much.

We beat this one, but…

But at such a high cost.

There must be
something we can do.

- Something we're not seeing.
- Like what, Michael?

Do you think ten
thousand intergalactic

doomsday machines have
an Achilles' heel?

I hope it's kryptonite, because
I have a storage unit full of it.

So what do we do?

Just lie down and wait to
be erased from reality?

How can we even fight that?

We would need a miracle.

Kara. She told me that
the Legion had a machine.

A machine that
actually made miracles.

Whatever you could
think of, it could do.

Oh, I can think of
a lot of things.

Oh, shut up. Fat lot of
good this Miracle Machine

does us in the 31st century
that no longer exists.

She said it was so
dangerous, they hid it in a…

A pocket dimension.
Whatever that is.

Ingenious.

She hid it in between realities.

Where even I can't reach it.

But you are not the only
traveler here, Strange.

There are others with the power.

What about that
fool, Psycho Pirate?

Please. At this
point, he's useless.

He's not our only teleporter.

Nightshade can do it.

What?

No. I can teleport across the
street, or back to my apartment,

not… whatever this is.

He's right. It's the same power.

- Where are we?
- We're in between vibrational planes.

We're nowhere.

Look.

The Miracle Machine.

Looks like it's been
here a million years.

Much longer than that.

Time passes very
differently in each reality.

I know. So, what's it for?

The Controller's original purpose
for it is lost to the ages.

But I suspect that it was
made for this very crisis.

How do we get it back? I
can't move anything this big.

You just did.

The package is here.
J'onn's looking at it now.

No, he doesn't
know what it means.

Sorry. Talking to myself.

Ooh, I wish for
infinity more wishes.

It isn't Aladdin's
lamp, you moron.

This is a scientific
device. Not magic.

Who cares what it is?

Let's use it to destroy that
armada of Anti-Monitors. Now.

Even worse.

If the Multiverse keeps
dividing, everything ends.

All thanks to this idiot.

She's not wrong.

I've had a long time to
think about how to fix this.

A long time.

But no one's gonna like it.

They've reached one of
the isolated Earths.

Earth-508.

Earth-508 is gone.

And the Armada is approaching
the remaining worlds quickly.

Including this one.

These things aren't just
killing the Multiverse.

They're erasing everything,
starting reality over.

We use this beauty to
create a new monoverse.

One reality. One timeline.

A new universe with
fifty-some-odd Supermen?

Fifty Lex Luthors?

No. As we enter, the
various versions of us

would be fused into a
single prime version.

A single history
that we'd all share.

None of us would
remember any of this.

No. We'll find a way to bring
back the worlds we lost.

We can't just give up
on all those people.

We can't.

There was once an
alien scientist,

whose entire world and
culture were going to end.

If he could have saved
it, he would have.

But he couldn't.

So instead of vainly
trying to save everyone,

he put all his talent and energy and
passion into doing what he could do.

He saved his world
by saving one person.

This technology is way
beyond our understanding.

But I know dead when I see it.

In my experience with
advanced alien tech,

when it looks dead, it
may just need a recharge.

Okay. It does not
run on willpower.

It merely sleeps.

Green Lantern is right
about it requiring power.

But how?

Do you truly not know?

There is only one power that
creates something out of nothing.

Of course.

Should've seen that
coming a mile off.

It wants a sacrifice.

Well, I guess we all
know who's elected.

Oh, come on. It's obviously him.

He's the reason we're in
this mess to begin with.

You break it, you buy it.

What the bloody hell?

Try to do the decent thing
for once in my life and...

Argh.

It's not a matter of
quality, but of quantity.

We're asking the machine to
make something virtually eternal

out of something finite.

I'm afraid the
Anti-Monitor Armada

has reached another of
the isolated Earths.

Earth-12.

I must say, Batsy,
I'm flattered.

The end of the world, and
you want to spend it with me.

I didn't know you cared.

I care, Joker.

About Gotham, about justice.

And if it has to end, at
least I go out like this.

Being Batman.

Adam, can you move
Warworld out of harm's way?

The Antimatter interference from
one Anti-Monitor was bad enough.

But an army of them?

Our Zeta energy is
completely neutralized.

We're not going anywhere.

This machine…

What if we offered it
something immortal?

No. Absolutely not.

I'll do it. Not
Diana. Let me do it.

You are so good.

And strong, and kind…

and mortal.

I'm sorry, love.

This is not a job for Superman.

I have spent millennia
watching people die.

Friends, enemies.

I mourned them both.

My immortality separated
me from humanity.

Wouldn't this give
my life meaning?

Anti-Monitor Armada
nearing our location.

Now reaching Earth-2003.

My God.

That's The Spectre. Used
to work with my mom.

He'd terrify perps, saying
he was the wrath of God.

You're in for a
big surprise, love.

What happens to me in there?

A mystery.

Superman will be there. And
part of him will be you.

And that's all I need to know.

See you on the other side.

It's so… perfect.

I don't think a great disaster
will ever happen there.

It doesn't have to. You
can live in a human world.

Or you can choose to arrive
in an era much like your own.

I'll just have to make it a
better world the hard way.

Will you even know I'm Superman?

Clark, if there's a Lois
Lane, she'll figure it out.

I object to you and
what you represent.

Nevertheless. All you need
do is step through there.

And you will be part
of a new universe.

A false universe,
a false history.

I reject it on principle.

What's wrong?

I…

Helena, it took the end of the
world for me to let people in.

What if it doesn't
happen this time?

Mom taught me that love
is beyond experience.

That's why a jewel thief
can marry a vigilante.

That sounds like her.

What did…

What did your father teach you?

To always stun a perp
before questioning.

You don't want any
unpleasant surprises.

Come on, time to go.

You're welcome.

Warworld's time is at an end.

It has been an honor, Batman.

I hope we meet again.

So quiet.

It's finally quiet.

Well.

We might as well
get this over with.

At least I know my way around
hell now. Know what to expect.

You're so certain
of damnation, then?

I destroyed a multi-verse.

I know the score, mate.
Read all the ancient tomes.

I'm done for.

Not all the ancient tomes.
I usually dispense justice.

Perhaps this time I can offer…

hope.

Diana.

Huh?

Come off of there this instant.

Don't worry, Mama.

I'm not afraid.

You are very brave, Diana.

But even princesses
are not immortal.

- Remember that.
- Yes, Mama.