BAD ENDING

The Zero Space.

A private dimension Bruce found in order to cage a foe that could not be contained in the Phantom Zone nor on Earth. It was meant for Darkseid if the day ever came. He was a New God, a fundamental archetypal force. To kill him may lead to unknown consequences, Batman deduced, and thus this dimension was found, altered, and built to contain.

The Zero Space was designed to suffocate. A room that was a void of pure white, endless and sterile, with no walls, no ceiling, and no floor—just an infinite expanse that mocked the concept of freedom.

Aaron Reigner was trapped here. It looked like was standing of his own accord. He was not and especially not of his own accord.

His arms were chained above his head by thick golden restraints. The gold combined the best of Earth metal, the best of magic, and New God technology. The chains absorbed all the forces, especially the Speed Force and momentum itself. As long as these chains were on, Aaron could only move his lips.

'Can't break it. Can't do anything. I'm stuck.'

He couldn't use telepathy, for there were no minds to connect to. No intangibility because every molecule here was unstable.

Nothing worked.

His legs were not chained but it did not matter. His feet were a fraction of an inch off the floor. Batman likely planted something inside his feet to keep them numb. Although it kind of sorta like he was standing, really, Aaron's nude form was being pulled up and stretched.

'Couldn't even get me clothes.'

He was done. This was it. This was Aaron Reigner, stripped and defeated.

His nude body was what it was: chosen to be a masterpiece of muscle and sex. His flaccid cock hung heavy between his legs, a staggering ten inches. Even in this state, it was impossible to ignore. His testicles were equally impressive, a pair of orbs that seemed almost comically large, resting in a way that made it clear they were as much a part of his legend as the rest of him.

This dimension granted visitors but not through ordinary means.

A small oval blue portal appeared. Aaron narrowed. 'They're here.'

All, whether man or woman, must strip to enter Zero Space.

Even Bruce Wayne. Even Dick Grayson.

The former sidekick eyed Aaron’s anatomy before quickly looking away. Dick Grayson, usually so composed, couldn’t hide grimace. His own five-inch flaccid cock seemed to shrink in comparison. Bruce, with his four inches, didn’t even bother to glance down. He knew better than to give Aaron the satisfaction.

“Jesus,” Dick muttered under his breath. “He’s bigger than both of us combined.”

Bruce didn’t respond. Aaron, for his part, seemed emotionless. It was an awkward comment. Well, then again, it was Dick. He was here to break the ice.

“Where’s Cassandra?” Aaron asked. “Does she know I’m here?”

Bruce replied, “She doesn’t know yet.”

"How long have I been in here for?"

Days? Weeks?

"Can't tell, eh?" Dick crossed his arms. "Guess timey-wimey stuff is working."

Yes, Aaron couldn't feel time normally here. It wasn't fast or slow, it just...was. Like he was in a dream, and when someone (so far consisted of Bruce, the Martian Manhunter, John Constantine, Zatanna, and the Spectre) entered, the dream broke.

"Cassandra is going to miss you. We'll tell her the truth, eventually," said Dick. "We have Connor Kent with her."

"..."

Dick smirked. "What? Jealous that her ex is with her?"