DC Under Doom Chapter 10: The World Has Moved On.

Chapter 10: The World Has Moved On.

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The city of Doomstadt was alive with celebration.

A year had passed since Victor Von Doom ascended as the undisputed ruler of Earth.

And now, the world’s greatest leaders, heroes, and dignitaries had gathered in Latveria—not for war, not for conflict, but for a wedding.

Inside the royal palace, the Justice League—what was left of it—stood together, dressed in formal suits, watching the preparations unfold.

Superman adjusted his tie, gazing over the grand ballroom. “Hard to believe, isn’t it?”

Flash, swirling a glass of champagne, grinned. “You mean the part where we’re at a wedding in Latveria? Or the part where Doom single-handedly made the world better than we ever could?”

Aquaman took a sip from his goblet. “Both.”

They chuckled, but the weight of truth in that statement settled over them.

One Year of Doom’s Rule, and the world had changed irrevocably.

Dramatically.

Poverty had nearly been eradicated. Doom’s global economic and commerce restructuring ensured every nation had proper infrastructure, education, and medical care.

Crime rates had dropped to near zero, under the committed Amazonian policing force manning Doom-Avengers- the Iron legion inspired battle suits he'd built superior than Doombots.

Not to mention intergrating Doom’s Penance Rehabilitation Program across prisons and penetentiaries like Black gate, Arkham and Belle Reve had turned even the worst villains into productive members of society.

War was nonexistent. Any nation that attempted conflict was swiftly, efficiently but lawfully corrected.

The Doombots they had once feared as an invasion force? They had become humanitarian relief units, bringing aid to disaster zones, protecting civilians, and maintaining global stability.

Alien invasions had stopped entirely. Darkseid, Trigon, Imperiex, Mongul- all of them had been easily dealt with by Doom and his Imperium armor.

To prevent more invaders, he had constructed a planetary defense barrier at the edge of the solar system for universal threats, and built Sanctum Sanctorums for mystical and interdimensional tresspassers, ensuring that no outside force could threaten Earth again.

For the first time in human history, true peace had been achieved.

And the Justice League?

They had disbanded.

Because, for the first time… they weren’t needed anymore.

Green Lantern leaned against the balcony, gazing out at the perfect, gleaming city of new Valeria- Latveria's capital. “I never thought I’d see the day where we weren’t fighting crime, weren’t dealing with some world-ending disaster.”

Superman nodded. “Gotta admit, Doom did what we never could.”

Flash raised his glass. “Here’s to the best decision the world was forced to make.”

They clinked their glasses together.

Only one person did not join in the toast.

Batman.

He stood apart from the others, arms folded, his expression unreadable.

Superman sighed, turning toward him. “Bruce. It’s been a year. You’re really still holding onto this?”

Batman’s voice was quiet, but firm. “I don’t trust him.”

Flash groaned. “Oh, come on, man. Look around! The world is better. People are actually happy. What more proof do you need?”

Batman’s gaze didn’t waver. “It’s too perfect.”

Aquaman shook his head. “You’re being paranoid.”

Batman’s jaw tightened. “Every empire falls. Even his.”

Superman stepped forward, his voice softer. “Bruce, it’s time to move on.”

Batman didn’t respond.

Because deep down, he knew the truth.

The world had moved on.

And maybe…

He was the only one who hadn’t.

The ceremony begun with a bang.

The grand bells of Castle Doom rang, signaling the beginning of the wedding.

The Justice League turned toward the royal doors as Diana—formerly Wonder Woman—soon to be Diana Von Doom, queen of Latveria walked down the aisle.

Beside her, waiting at the altar, stood Doom. Without his armor, but not his imperial presence.

The King of Earth. The ruler of a world finally at peace.

Diana and Doom shared an intimate look.

Victor's blank expression was broken by a soft smile,

"You look radiant, my dear. Doom- I approve."

"And you clean up nice as well Victor, my love." Diana said, face flushed.

"Perish the thought of disrespecting a goddess such as you. Doom wanted to wear Imperium as befitting his station, but Victor is the one you love. Victor is the one you marry. Hence the very tight suit." Doom said, adjusting the collar of the black suit he wore, which was visibly straining to contain his ripped body. "I fear I cannot get it off."

Diana run her hand down his chest in a light touch, a look of hunger in her eyes. "Mayhaps, your bride shall assist you in ripping it off, but first you need to make her your wife. Mother, can we please hurry this up?"

"You truly have changed my daughter. But very well." Hippolyta shook her head and officiated.

As the vows were spoken, as the newly wed couple kissed and the world cheered, Batman stood in the shadows, watching.

The war was over.

And Doom had won.

-Epilogue-

The world slept in peace.

It had been ten years since Doom’s reign began.

The stars shone brilliantly over new Valeria, casting a silver glow upon the grand city—a city without crime, without suffering, without chaos.

Within Castle Doom, all was still. The children and the queen were asleep. No one was up at this late hour.

Except for one man.

Doom rose from his chambers, leaving behind the warmth of his bed and the embrace of his 2 wives(because Doom's love extends past the mortal chains of monogamy).

He stepped onto the balcony that overlooked his vast planetary empire.

He gazed upon a world perfected. His world.

Then, he spoke.

"I know you’re there."

A quiet chuckle answered him.

From the shadows, a tall figure emerged—clad in a high-tech bodysuit, a face concealed beneath an emotionless helmet.

The Maker.

Reed Richards.

But not the Reed Richards Doom once knew. Not the Mr.Fantastic of the F4.

This was the Maker—an aberrant, twisted version from another reality. A man who had abandoned morality in pursuit of absolute intellect.

And yet, for all their differences… they had always understood each other.

The Maker leaned casually against the balcony, his helmet gleaming under the moonlight. "A decade, Doom. Ten years, and your little empire still stands. That’s a first."

Doom did not turn. "You lost the bet."

The Maker chuckled. "I’ll admit it. I was wrong. I predicted you’d last a month before they rose up against you."

He gestured toward the city. "Instead, they worship you."

Doom’s gaze did not waver. "Because Doom does not rule as a tyrant. Doom rules as a savior."

The Maker sighed, shaking his head. "That’s the part that confounds me. You didn’t just conquer this world. You fixed it."

He turned toward Doom, arms crossed. "You achieved what so many of us have dreamed of. No crime, no war, no suffering. A world truly at peace."

A pause.

Then, his tone shifted.

"But you know what really bothers me, Victor?"

Doom finally turned, meeting the Maker’s gaze. "Enlighten me."

The Maker leaned in slightly. "You're bored, aren’t you?"

Doom said nothing.

Because while the Maker was Doom's inferior, there was truth in his words.

The world had been perfected.

No wars left to fight. No villains left to vanquish. No challengers left to stand against him.

Doom had won.

And now…

There was nothing left.

The Maker grinned beneath his helmet, as if sensing the thought. "So tell me, Victor…"

He leaned closer.

"What will you do next?"

The wind howled through the balcony.

Doom stared at the night sky, deep in thought.

And then…

He smiled.

A slow, deliberate smile beneath the iron mask he always wore.

"You will see, Reed."

His voice was calm, absolute.

"You will see."

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