The bomb was heavier, pitch-black, its casing covered in a honeycomb heat-dissipation layer. At least three Kryptonite crystal fragments were embedded inside, and the detonator would trigger the instant it struck something.
The Flash held the spear across his body in his left hand and gripped the bomb in his right. His arms hung slightly at his sides as he lowered his center of gravity.
He looked like a spring compressed to its limit.
Batman's voice came through the loudspeaker, lower, graver, and more solemn than before.
"The final battle begins!"
"Stick to the plan."
The Flash did not answer. He gave a slight nod.
He drove his foot into the ground. The wrecked car beneath him flattened into a metal pancake, and the shock wave from his launch rippled through the air across the entire block.
The red-and-white figure vanished from the ground.
Superman came in from the other side, fists packed with all the kinetic force he could muster, and charged straight at Doomsday.
He was faster than before, fiercer, and more reckless. The old wound beneath his ribs, seared shut earlier, split open again under the strain. Dark red blood seeped through a tear in his suit and streamed into a hair-thin line in the morning wind.
Heat Vision erupted from Doomsday's eyes again.
Superman moved to intercept it!
To make certain, he did not fire his own Heat Vision to meet it. He blocked it with his body instead!
That gave him more freedom to shield the Flash!
Superman crossed his forearms in front of him and took the two scarlet beams head-on. The instant they struck, a fierce hiss of burning flesh and a blast of energy burst from the point of impact.
The skin on his forearms rapidly charred, exposing muscle fibers to the