[A/N]: Last week, you guys absolutely popped off with the Power Stone comments, and honestly? That energy was unreal. I loved reading every single one of them.
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The cosmic entities stood unmoved.
Then as one they turned to Jay.
The weight of their attention hit him: the Living Tribunal's three faces all focusing on him simultaneously, the Spectre's righteous fury burning through his defenses, and Doctor Strangefate's combined wisdom peeling back every layer of his soul.
Jay's Life Equation transformation flickered. He felt vulnerable now, like standing naked before judges who could see every sin and every choice.
These weren't enemies he could fight but cosmic law enforcers who judged abstract entities and found them wanting.
Doctor Strangefate floated forward. "Jay, the Power Broker, outsider who bears the One Above All's mark." No malice in his voice but no mercy either. "You stand accused."
The Living Tribunal's three faces spoke together. "First accusation: multiversal disruption through unauthorized dimensional travel. You fled your native universe and brought conflict to Earth-9602, a reality that exists in delicate balance. Your battle with Death caused fractures across dimensional barriers that will take centuries to repair."
Jay's throat went dry but his mind started racing. "I was running from Death! She manifested FURY in my universe and sent him after me! I came here because I was being hunted, not because I wanted to cause problems!"
The Spectre's green eyes blazed brighter. "Second accusation: engaging abstract entities in combat without cosmic sanction. You fought Death itself, a fundamental force that maintains the cycle of existence. Your actions disrupted the natural order across multiple realities."
"She attacked me first!" Jay's voice carried desperation and genuine anger. "Look at her! She's literally in chains for what she did! She created FURY, gave him omega-level powers, and sent him to kill me! Was I supposed to just lie down and die?"
Doctor Strangefate's voice carried psychic weight. "Third accusation: wielding power from foreign cosmology without understanding consequences. You embody the Life Equation from DC's Source, a power that should not exist in Marvel's framework. Forcing it into this reality strained the foundations of existence itself."
"I didn't force anything!" Jay's hands clenched into fists, white light flaring. "The Amalgam Universe exists because Access merged two cosmologies! If DC powers work here, if Marvel powers work here, it's because this place was DESIGNED to accommodate both! I'm not breaking your reality, I'm using exactly what Access made possible!"
The Living Tribunal's three faces tilted slightly, the first sign of actual consideration. "An interesting defense. However, the scale of power you wielded exceeds normal parameters."
"Fourth accusation," the Spectre continued, "theft from Death's domain on a massive scale. You stole twelve hundred souls from their rightful rest, used cosmic power to forcibly resurrect beings whose time had ended."
"Rightful rest?" Jay's voice cracked. "They were taken because her pet, The Mad Titan, wants to collect the infinity stones to erase half the universe just to get string alonged by her. I had permission! Adult Franklin Richards, the Harbinger of Hope, looked back through time and authorized it! She said so herself!"
Lady Death's multiple tones hissed. "Authorization under duress, given by a child threatened by your very presence..."
"Franklin Richards is one of the most powerful beings in this multiverse!" Jay shot back. "If he authorized it, if he thought it was necessary for the timeline, then it WAS sanctioned! You can't have it both ways, claiming he's powerful enough to threaten you but not powerful enough to make his own decisions!"
Doctor Strangefate's merged consciousness pressed deeper, reading Jay's memories. "The authorization is... complicated. The child did consent, but the circumstances were unusual."
"Fifth accusation," the Living Tribunal spoke, "resurrection of Jim Jaspers for purposes of power theft. You brought back a being whose existence threatened an entire universe solely to steal his abilities."
"He was dead for three seconds!" Jay's voice rose. "Three seconds! I brought him back, took his power, and he died again immediately! I didn't unleash him on anyone, didn't let him run wild! And in case you missed it, I used that power to STOP FURY, the omega-level threat that Death created without anyone's permission!"
The Spectre's righteous fury burned hotter. "You speak of Death's violations as if they excuse your own."
"I speak of them because you're judging me while she's in chains for worse!" Jay pointed at Lady Death, his hand trembling. "She created an unsanctioned threat to the universe's functioning! She gave FURY reality-warping powers that let him nearly breach the Fourth Wall, which could have caused the Author to abandon the story and plunge everything into eternal stasis! Where were you when she was doing that? Where was cosmic law then?"
The Living Tribunal's faces turned slightly toward Lady Death, then back to Jay. "Her crimes are being addressed. Yours remain in question."
"Sixth accusation," Doctor Strangefate's voice carried weight that made the air heavy, "attempted theft of Death's fundamental nature. You prepared to steal the very concept of ending from existence. This action would have collapsed the multiverse, doomed all beings to eternal suffering without release."
This one hit differently because Jay knew he'd been seconds away from doing exactly that. "I... I was going to," he admitted, voice quieter now. "But I didn't. Didi stopped me before I could."
"Intent matters as much as action in cosmic law," the Spectre intoned. "You WOULD have unmade a fundamental force."
"Because she was trying to kill me!" Jay's voice cracked. "Because she'd spent subjective millennia fighting with her unlimited shadow soldiers, threatening everyone I love, creating weapons to murder me! I was terrified and desperate and making a stupid decision, but I STOPPED! Doesn't that count for something? Doesn't choosing not to cross that line matter?"
Didi spoke up for the first time since the judgment began. "He did stop. Could've taken her power, would've succeeded probably, but he hesitated long enough for me to intervene."
The Living Tribunal's three faces conferred silently. "The outsider presents valid defenses for several accusations. The context of self-defense is... significant."
"However," Doctor Strangefate added, "the damage to Earth-9602 remains. The dimensional barriers remain fractured. The cosmological balance remains disrupted. Intent and self-defense do not erase consequences."
The Spectre's green eyes fixed on Jay with unwavering intensity. "Divine law demands recompense. The question is not whether you bear responsibility, but what measure of justice is appropriate given the circumstances you have presented."
Jay stood there, white light still blazing but dimmer now, exhaustion and fear and desperate hope warring in his chest.
The Living Tribunal's three faces spoke as one. "We find the outsider guilty of cosmic disruption and damage to a unique reality, but with mitigating circumstances of self-defense and provocation. Standard penalty would be imprisonment or power removal."
Jay's heart stopped.
"However," Necessity's face tilted toward him, "precedent exists for alternative recompense when the guilty party possesses unique capabilities. Doctor Strangefate has proposed a solution that addresses the damage while allowing the outsider to retain freedom and power."
Doctor Strangefate floated closer. "Jay, you wield the Life Equation, a force of creation and restoration. My universe bleeds from the wounds your battle inflicted. Rather than punishment, I propose restoration. You will use your power to heal Earth-9602, to repair the dimensional barriers, to restore what your conflict with Death destroyed."
The Spectre's expression didn't soften, but something in his burning gaze shifted. "Divine justice accepts this solution. The guilty repairs what he has broken. The restoration will serve as penance."
Equity's face regarded Jay with impartial assessment. "Do you accept these terms? Restoration of Earth-9602 to functional stability, repair of dimensional fractures, and a binding to never again bring conflict of this scale to a neutral universe?"
Jay's mind raced through the implications. Restore an entire planet? Repair dimensional barriers? The scope was enormous, but the alternative was imprisonment or worse.
"I accept," he said, voice hoarse. "I'll fix what I broke. All of it."
The Living Tribunal's three faces nodded in unison. "Then let restoration begin. We will observe to ensure compliance."
Lady Death's multiple tones shrieked with outrage. "What?! He destroys a world and gets community service while I'm chained like a common criminal?!"
The Tribunal's gaze turned to her, impassive and absolute. "You created an unsanctioned weapon, endangered the Harbinger of the 9th Cosmos's world, violated the balance between life and death, and attempted to fight your own aspect in a territory where you share dominion. Your violations exceed his by orders of magnitude. You will remain contained until Oblivion himself answers for your behavior before the cosmic council."
Didi stepped forward with a small smile. "And while we're waiting for Oblivion, maybe you can think about why you're so obsessed with punishing outsiders when Access was one and you never went after him. Food for thought."
Lady Death's screaming devolved into incoherent rage as the golden chains tightened further, and with a gesture from the Living Tribunal, she vanished.
The Spectre turned his burning gaze back to Jay. "Begin your restoration. We will watch. Fail to fulfill your oath, and divine wrath will find you."
Jay took a deep breath, let the Life Equation sing through his cells, and began the work of repairing a world he'd nearly destroyed.
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