DC Under Doom Chapter 1: The Sky Changes.

This was supposed to be a one-shot using a discord idea from Sapphire. Instead, I stretched it out into 10 chapters.

Not my usual writing style. Hope you guys enjoy. And thanks Sapphire.

DC Under Doom:- Latveria, a mysterious nation, led by a mysterious King appears in the DC Universe. A year later, it's King, Victor Von Doom is forced to reveal himself to the World. This world is not ready for him, so he'll make it ready.

Chapter 1: The Sky Changes.

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The world was burning.

Gotham, Metropolis, Central City—every major city was under siege. Parademons swarmed like locusts, tearing through buildings, dragging civilians into the sky, their screams drowned out by the unearthly hum of Apokoliptian warships.

Fires raged in every direction, thick columns of smoke rising into the heavens as the Justice League fought a losing battle.

On the ground, Batman stood amidst the wreckage of a collapsed freeway, his cowl torn, his breath ragged. He had been forced to retreat, to regroup. He hated it.

Superman was gone, taken to Apokolips. Without him, their forces were stretched thin.

“Bruce, we’re getting overwhelmed,” Wonder Woman’s voice crackled over the comms. “I’ve lost count of how many I’ve taken down, but they keep coming.”

“Flash, status?”

Barry’s voice was frantic. “Not great, Bats! I just ran a hundred civilians out of the warzone, but—” His voice cut off, replaced by the deafening roar of an explosion.

Green Lantern’s shields flickered. “I’m running low on charge! We need to fall back—”

Then it happened.

The sky shifted.

A green glow illuminated the battlefield, casting long, ominous shadows over the broken streets.

At first, they thought it was another Apokoliptian weapon.

Then the air filled with the hum of precision-tuned engines—an entire fleet of unfamiliar warships descended.

From the skies, they came.

Doombots.

Thousands.

Each one identical—cold steel, glowing green optics, and armed with weapons leagues ahead of anything on Earth.

They moved in perfect synchronization, breaking through the storm of Parademons with ruthless efficiency.

Plasma cannons roared to life.

Parademons dropped from the skies, disintegrated in bursts of green energy.

The Justice League froze, watching in disbelief.

“Uh… Batman?” Flash’s voice cracked. “Are those—?”

Batman’s fists clenched. He knew that design. He had seen glimpses of the technology, hidden in shadowy files and whispered intelligence reports.

Latveria. A nation that had mysteriously appeared over a year ago.

And it's enigmatic ruler, Doctor Doom.

But before Batman could respond, something even more unthinkable happened.

The Mother Boxes malfunctioned.

The Apokoliptian Boom Tubes, once stable, began to flicker erratically.

Portals tore open across the battlefield, not leading to Earth—but to Apokolips itself.

Parademons, already struggling against the Doombots, suddenly found themselves being dragged through the collapsing portals, ripped from the battlefield and flung back into the abyss of their own world.

“This isn’t possible,” Cyborg gasped, staring at the technology. “Someone—someone just hacked the Mother Boxes. That should be—”

“Impossible?” A new voice cut through the chaos. Cold. Absolute.

A figure descended from the sky.

Cloaked in emerald, his armor gleaming in the firelight, Doctor Victor Von Doom walked through the battlefield as if he owned it. Because he did.

He looked upon the Justice League with no sign of fear, no sign of respect.

Only calculated disinterest.

The sky raged. The world burned. But Doom had arrived.

And the war had just changed.

The battlefield was silent.

Not because the fighting had stopped—Parademons still shrieked in fury as Doombots tore through their ranks, flunging the remains back to Apokalips.

But because the Justice League, the so-called defenders of Earth, were stunned into silence.

Doctor Doom stood before them, untouched by the chaos around him. His emerald cloak billowed in the scorched wind, his armored gauntlets folded behind his back.

He did not move like a man preparing for battle—he moved like a king who had already won.

Batman broke the silence first. His mind raced to process what he was seeing. The Doombots’ technology was advanced—far beyond even Luthor’s designs.

The weapons they wielded were devastating, their coordination flawless. But it was the hacked Mother Boxes that sent a chill down his spine.

Doom had turned Darkseid’s own technology against him.

Batman’s voice was quiet but sharp. “You hacked Apokoliptian tech.”

Doom barely spared him a glance. “Of course.”

As if it were the simplest thing in the world.

Cyborg’s cybernetic eye flickered wildly, scanning the battlefield. "I don't get it. The Mother Boxes—they shouldn't be able to be overridden like this. Even I can barely interface with them. How did you—"

Doom finally turned to acknowledge him. "You are limited by what you believe to be impossible. Doom is not."

The sheer arrogance made Green Lantern clench his fists. “And we’re just supposed to believe you’re here to help?” His ring glowed dangerously. “Because from where I’m standing, you don’t exactly scream ‘hero.’”

Doom tilted his head slightly. "You misunderstand, Lantern." His tone remained imperious. "I am not here to 'help.' I am here because the insects of Apokolips dared to trespass upon what is mine. That offense will not stand."

A thunderous boom erupted from the sky.

Darkseid’s personal honor guard, the Elite Furies, descended in streaks of fire.

Granny Goodness, Kalibak, and Steppenwolf emerged from a newly opened Boom Tube, their weapons glowing.

Kalibak grinned, cracking his knuckles. “Finally. A real fight.”

Wonder Woman stepped forward, raising her sword. “Doom, if you’re in this fight, then fight.”

Doom did not turn to her. "You presume to command Doom?" His voice carried a quiet warning.

She narrowed her eyes but did not argue.

Doom raised a single hand. The Doombots moved as one.

Thousands of metallic soldiers surged forward, weapons aimed with lethal precision.

Plasma fire erupted across the battlefield, colliding with Apokoliptian weapons. Darkseid’s forces were forced onto the defensive.

But Doom was not finished.

He raised his gauntlet and flexed his fingers. The hacked Mother Boxes shimmered—then every open Boom Tube twisted violently.

Kalibak’s grin disappeared. “Wait. What’s happening?”

Doom spoke, as if delivering judgment. “You are being cast out. Begone wretch.”

With a wave of his hand, Doom reversed the portals—and Darkseid’s lieutenants were violently pulled back into the depths of Apokolips.

Steppenwolf roared in defiance. “This isn’t over!”

Doom simply turned away, disinterested. “Yes, it is.”

The portals collapsed, a confused Superman landing back before the last one fully closed.

The invasion was over.

And Earth was no longer the same.