The last thing he remembered was the darkness. The crushing, all-encompassing darkness that had swallowed him whole. It was supposed to be the end, a final curtain call on an unremarkable life. Yet, as the darkness receded, he found himself not in the oblivion he had expected, but in a place of light and warmth.
He opened his eyes to see two figures standing over him, their faces etched with a mix of wonder and relief. The man was tall and broad-shouldered, his blue eyes gleaming with an otherworldly light. The woman, equally imposing, had eyes as blue as the Aegean Sea and a crown of raven-black hair. He knew them instantly, despite the impossibility of it all. Superman and Wonder Woman, the world's greatest heroes.
"Welcome to the world, little one," Superman said softly, his voice carrying a warmth that belied his immense power.
Wonder Woman smiled, her expression tender as she cradled him in her arms. "We've been waiting for you," she whispered, pressing a gentle kiss to his forehead.
As the days turned into weeks and the weeks into months, the boy grew rapidly, displaying an unusual blend of abilities. From his father, he inherited the strength of a god and the power to fly. From his mother, he gained unparalleled combat skills and a warrior's spirit. They named him Alexander, a nod to his Greek heritage and the legacy of greatness he was destined to inherit.
Years passed, and Alexander's childhood was a whirlwind of training and discovery. Under the watchful eyes of his parents, he learned to harness his powers, blending Kryptonian strength with Amazonian discipline. Superman taught him to control his superhuman abilities, to fly faster than the speed of sound, and to use his heat vision with precision. Wonder Woman trained him in the ways of the Amazons, teaching him the art of combat, strategy, and the importance of honor.
Despite the rigorous training, there were moments of normalcy and joy. Family dinners at the Kent farmhouse, where his father would regale him with stories of Smallville and his human upbringing. Visits to Themyscira, where his mother would share tales of the ancient world and the gods who walked among them.
Yet, even amidst the happiness, there was an undercurrent of unease. A shadow that loomed over their idyllic life. Alexander could sense it in the hushed conversations between his parents, the way their gazes would linger on him, filled with a mix of pride and sorrow.
The day of reckoning came when he was seventeen. The skies darkened, and a sense of dread settled over the world. The Justice League convened, their faces grave as they discussed the impending doom. A cosmic threat, unlike anything they had ever faced, was on a collision course with their universe, threatening to annihilate everything in its path.
"We have to send him away," Superman said, his voice breaking. "It's the only way to keep him safe."
Wonder Woman's eyes filled with tears, but she nodded. "He has to survive. He is our legacy."
Alexander stood at the center of the Hall of Justice, surrounded by the heroes he had idolized his entire life. Superman and Wonder Woman stepped forward, their hands clasped tightly around his.
"We're sending you to a different universe," Superman explained, his voice trembling with emotion. "One where you'll be safe."
Wonder Woman pressed a kiss to his forehead, her tears mingling with his. "Be strong, my son. Remember who you are and the legacy you carry."
With a final, heart-wrenching goodbye, Alexander stepped into the portal, his heart heavy with the weight of their sacrifice. As the world around him dissolved into a swirl of colors, he vowed to honor his parents and become the hero they believed him to be.
The transition was a blur, a dizzying kaleidoscope of light and sound. When he emerged on the other side, he found himself in a world both familiar and strange. The new universe, where new challenges awaited him, and a new family would be forged in the crucible of battle.