Justice League: The Flashpoint Paradox Page #3

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location of Aquaman's WMD.

Sir, let my team take

out the Atlantean device.

Cyborg, you did your best recruiting

meta-humans to help us end this conflict...

...but our top analysts say without

the Batman, you have no team.

It's time to send in

the real heroes, son.

The military?

The Atlantean tech will see them coming

from half a world away.

Let our boys worry about that.

Thank you for everything

you've done for this country, Victor.

But as of now, you're relieved of duty.

Aah? Oh.

War, war, war!

No.

No!

Lie down.

You have third-degree burns.

You're lucky to be alive.

Somehow I remember things

from this timeline.

How Aquaman destroyed

most of Europe.

Maybe that lightning jogged

your memory.

But I can remember my world as well.

A world where Aquaman would die

before harming innocent people.

My memories are changing, realigning

with this new history Thawne's created.

Soon I'll forget my timeline

and everyone in it.

My wife, your son.

- We're getting that world back.

- Huh. How?

We try again.

Try again.

But, sire, the device is too dangerous.

Our attack on New Themyscira

destroyed an entire continent...

...but still left the Amazon's

new homeland untouched.

More unholy magic from those witches.

Next time we will level their island.

Please, my emperor.

We tried to use only a fraction

of the power...

...and now it is even less stable.

I fear we could sweep clean the ocean floor

as well as the surface world.

I see.

Then we will take the witches' island

by force.

Inch by bloody inch if necessary.

They will pay

for what they did to Queen Mera.

I told you never to speak her name.

Yes, my liege.

Prepare the armadas

for surface invasion.

The Amazons' judgment is at hand.

Because of you, I'll be responsible

for the deaths of millions.

The odds against recreating exact

variables in the original accident are...

Then just try to douse the flames

a little faster this time, okay?

Told you I was fast.

This is Lois Lane of The Daily Planet.

My battery is about to die

and I will likely be joining it soon.

Earlier today the Amazons captured

some of Aquaman's advance scouts.

Wonder Woman's lasso made them

spill their guts, literally.

Aquaman is leading his army through

the English Channel tomorrow.

The Amazons are worried

that if he gets his secret weapon...

...past their shield,

they'll be vulnerable.

They remain defiant in the face of...

Final thoughts:

If there is an afterlife...

...a cushy anchor job

would not be out of line.

Amazons, be ready for...

Who are you? What are you?

Don't worry, hot legs.

We're on your side.

Yes, fear not, good lady.

Though our appearance

is somewhat frightful, we're...

The resistance, I know.

Grifter, Godiva, Mrs. Hyde,

Canterbury Cricket.

And some kind of demon from hell.

To my share of chaos I make my claim

and Etrigan is my name.

Oh, great, he rhymes.

That's not going to get old fast.

Heh, Lois Lane's famous mouth.

I can't believe you didn't get

an arrow shot through it.

I would have, if it weren't for whichever

one of you can run at super-speed.

So who do I thank?

I don't know what you think just happened,

but there ain't no Speedster on this team.

Now, let's get out of here

while we still can.

Never seen anything like it.

Your burns are healing.

You should be dead.

Your bedside manner sucks.

If I didn't have the Speed Force

helping me heal, I'd find another doctor.

I run a casino.

Haven't been a doctor in 20 years.

Here. You need a suit,

and I'm not about to loan you one of mine.

What? It's friction-proof, isn't it?

I had to at least make some

last-minute alterations.

Very snazzy.

I suggest you take it for a test run...

...and make sure you can break

that time barrier.

Once we know that...

So I'm finally on the other end

of that trick.

Come on, Barry. Faster.

Faster.

If you would just slip these

over your shoes, Mr. Jordan.

Sure. Cleaning bill here must be murder.

What's your name?

I'm afraid we don't have time

for introductions, Captain Jordan.

- Pity.

- I was warned about you.

But the president wanted the best pilot,

so you're stuck with me.

Why don't you show me

what you've got hidden away here...

...and I'll show you what

I can do with it?

Holy crap.

I was hoping this would shut you up.

Crashed in the California desert

eight years ago.

Our scientists have been

piecing it back together since then.

Its handling capabilities are,

well, beyond anything that we have.

May be a little tricky to get the hang of.

Ooh, and who's this handsome devil?

- Pilot.

- Died on impact?

Kicked off just as my men found him.

Report said he muttered

something in English:

"Beware my power."

Then a glowing ring floated off his finger

and shot into space.

His ring flew away?

You're about to fly

a dead alien's spaceship...

...and that's the part

you have trouble believing?

Touch.

You understand, Jordan,

this mission is no cake walk. In fact...

In fact, in all likelihood,

it's a one-way trip.

And if I'm afraid, if I want to back out,

no hard feelings, something like that?

Something like that.

General Lane, all my life,

I felt like something...

...really special was waiting for me.

Something nobody else

on earth could do.

I think I just found it.

So the last thing I am is afraid.

This thing is unbelievably slow,

just like me.

You move pretty fast to my eyes.

Not fast enough to break the time barrier,

which I need to do.

The only thing I can figure is that another

speedster is co-opting the Speed Force...

...keeping me from accessing

enough energy to time-travel.

But there is no other speedster.

Not in the real world. My world.

So it has to be Zoom.

He's the only one

who could've done this.

He's deliberately preventing me

from changing things back.

Then nothing can be done.

Even if we knew the trigger point, there's

no one to go back in time and fix it.

Superman could.

I already told you, there's no meta-human

that fits that description in this reality.

I'm not so sure.

In my new memories of this timeline,

I saw something.

- A meteor. It hit a city.

- Metropolis.

Thirty years ago.

The same day Superman's rocket

crashed in my reality.

So this never happened in your world?

- It must be a paradise.

- It's not.

But at least there was hope.

What makes you think

your space baby survived?

He's a tough cookie.

- Where's your contact?

- Don't worry. He's always on time.

I have to admit, I didn't expect your call.

Cyborg?

- Vic? You look different.

- Have we met?

No, he's new. Super-speed.

Goes by the Flash.

You still need a strategist

for your little army?

Someone to put together a team...

...to shut down Aquaman

and Wonder Woman?

- I... Yes.

- I'll do it.

But my way, and I pick the team.

Starting with the Flash.

Then we want to find the alien

who crash-landed here in Metropolis.

Alien? What are you talking about?

The meteor.

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