A pretty blue marble.

Donovon was standing in the still bank, though his gaze was stuck on an infinitesimally remote portion of the titanic planet he’d shifted to orbit him, and more specifically, the man who was freezing to **** upon it.

In the midst of his step, Donovon chose to let the Big Blue Boy Scout resume his flight towards their location, and after ten seconds, the oh so familiar face of the mighty Superman was staring down at him, and the empty spot his hand was still facing.

“Hello, Mister Kent… How are you doing today…?” Donovon blankly asked, as the endless expanse of his mind began comprehending the entity known as Clark Kent, or Superman, as Donovon was made aware of every aspect he could ever think to put to use against him, as he shut the connection off.

“Welll, sir. I’m doing fine, but, uh, who are you?” The experienced Superman asked back, before realizing the name the man had said.

“I was once Donovon Osterman, but I’m now more of a Celestial Savant… Maybe… Or, I’m The Cosmic Atom… Or maybe… ” As Donovon spoke absentmindedly, Clark Kent was utterly perturbed, before falling to the ground, ****.

As Donovon had been speaking, he’d been creating an invisible gas of noxious Kryptonite fumes flowing through the room, before he began simulating the conditions of a red sun within the room, as the mighty Superman began convulsing on the ground, as Donovon froze him once again, before walking up to him, and similarly to Daniel, wiping his presence from his mind.

And then, Donovon walked from the bank, AFTER tossing the other two bank robbers onto the orbiting marble to experience the cold, after reaching a mile away, he released his grip over time, and continued walking.

His alternate bodies had finished their business, the one in the cosmos having brought Marianne back to Earth, said their goodbyes, before all dissipating from existence.

The last Donovon within Metropolis was left standing in the crowded street, and as the various people walked by, turning a blind eye to his odd presence, he slowed their steps, and then… No movement. No one walking.

Time was once again in the juvenile clutches of Donovon, and as simply as breathing, he was walking through the countless immobilized forms of the people scattered through the streets.

And even though Donovon’s gaze was upon the hundreds within his direct eyeline, he was seeing FAR more, and, as usual with his surroundings, his cosmically expansive mind was absorbing the contents, thoughts and all.

And not just the hundreds he saw, as, within an area far surpassing the span of the Earth itself, he deigned to receive EVERYTHING.

“Let me… Bare witness to it all… Transcend the scale of mind within me… As the minds of all… Inhabit me…”

As Donovon was speaking, his head began expanding oddly, as his form grew to inhabit the absurd alteration to his form.

But nothing was enough…

…

In the year of 1982, on the eighth day of the eight month, Donovon Osterman entered the world, born to Renee and Brucius Osterman.

With the cacophonous cries of young Donovon, came the cooing of the soon soothed baby.

Days later, they’d departed, and as Renee was being wheeled to the car by Brucius, the fresh baby in her hands, a crazed figure leapt into view, and after stepping in front of his wife, trying to deescalate things, a single blast was heard.

And then, the gleeful visage of Brucius Osterman dropped, as the shot pierced through his chest, continuing its flight path, and landing in the eye of the poor Renee, as her head slumped back, motionless.

Brucius, with all the life left in him, grabbed the mobility cane from the wheelchair, and smacked the thief across the head, slumping him, as Brucius stumbled his way back to his wife, dropping to his knees, crying with her cold hands, the crying baby within them.

And behind the distracted Brucius, the vile man rose to his feet, aiming the gun once again, and boom.

Brucius dropped to the ground, a hand twitching…

This brought even Donovon's facade of emotionlessness to fade.

How had his parents cared for him if this happened? They died? No, they were alive his entire life, so what was this?

Was this what actually happened? If so, what had altered the event? Or...