Justice League: War Page #4

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What? I didn't send for you.

Let him go.

I am impressed by your resourcefulness,

Earthling.

But once the transformative process

is set in motion...

...nothing can stop it.

Your friend is gone.

With the help of the Kryptonian,

I'll see to it that your world...

...will be just another

that has fallen to Darkseid.

And what if you never see it?

You wouldn't.

Wouldn't you?

Welcome, my children. Protect your--

Hey, Darkseid, eat this.

Huh?

Come on, giant. I'm getting bored.

This world is mine.

One down, one to go.

His knife was on the left side, making him

right-handed. Means the power must be here.

Now, Flash, take out the other eye.

Sorry, I need this to save the world.

Thanks for your help.

Did that work?

Yeah, I think that worked.

Superman.

You need to fight

whatever they're doing to you.

We need you, Clark.

The world needs Clark Kent.

Both eyeballs blown out

and he's still standing.

What else can we do?

Try and send him home.

H OW?

Darkseid is transferring data to those

metal cubes. They call them Mother Boxes.

They're creating portals. Boom tubes.

I just have to speak their language.

I didn't understand a single word

you just said.

Connecting to network.

Unable to connect.

Gotta get some altitude.

Connection established.

Get him in there.

I'll crush you like a nut.

How dare you? I am Darkseid.

I don't care.

Kick his ass.

Now, kid, slam the door in his face.

- Unable to connect.

- Damn it.

Error. Error.

The computer is not responding.

Come on, you stupid machine, work.

- Network connected.

- Y es.

insufficient energy.

Sh.

It's programmed, but I don't have the juice

to push it. I need a huge blast of power.

Shouldn't be a problem.

Shazam!

Kryptonian, you are coming with me.

Like hell I am.

initiating boom-tube closure.

Got you.

Hey, you're that kid.

- Hell of a catch, man.

- Thanks.

Don't tell them, okay?

It's none of their freaking business.

It'll be our secret.

I always said you had an arm like a cannon.

Now you totally do.

Nice job, kid.

- Where'd Shazam go?

- He took off. Said he had a hot date.

Right, who'd go out

with that immature hothead?

What about the human victims?

I can see them. Let me just get this baby

to boom for me one more time.

I got this.

He's good for clean-up at least.

- How do we keep Darkseid from returning?

- All those Mother Boxes are fried.

Then they won't be able

to get back any time soon.

It's a start.

Heads up.

We should leave

before they blame us again or...

What's your hurry, Flash?

Today marks

a momentous day in human history.

In our darkest hour, these superheroes

donned their colorful costumes...

- Costume? This is my uniform.

- Quiet.

Oh, now you wanna bark orders, after I did

the heavy lifting and pulled everyone together?

You're referring to when you botched simple

directives and Wonder Woman led the charge?

- Cyborg showed you a video?

- He e-mailed it to me.

I really hate you, Bats.

I can't believe people

are no longer afraid of us.

Or that they think we're a team.

We're not a team.

But I am pleased

to meet some folks who get me.

Yes, it was good to walk

among a pantheon again.

How do you mean?

Hades, Apollo, Hermes, Hephaestus, Zeus...

...each a god in their own right.

And me?

I have never met anyone like you, Superman.

God or mortal.

Is it by chance, by fate,

or are there bigger forces at work?

Is our modern technological age...?

- I shouldn't be up here.

- Are you kidding me?

Of course you should. We won.

Be proud. Your dad looks like he is.

--the way of all people working for

a free and peaceful planet. As we have seen...

By the way, man,

thanks for not talking about the other thing.

Don't sweat it.

And thanks for seeing me in here.

What? You're the bomb, Victory.

I know, I know, you keep reminding me.

Victory. Victory. Victory.

These super-friends

use their super-powers to protect us.

And we're not friends either.

- We let them think we're both.

- Why?

It'll keep Gotham P.D. off my back,

the Air Force off yours.

I don't know, a team?

- I've got a lot of responsibilities.

- As do I.

Well, I have a whole universe to protect,

people, so there you go.

Come on, we can do it together.

- Yeah? Can you fly into space?

- I can.

Not my point. Look, we are not friends.

We're not a team.

I don't agree, Hal.

I kind of liked being a part of something.

Yeah, you would.

Listen, this was just a one-time deal, okay?

And what if something should happen again?

Please, what could possibly happen?

That said, I am very pleased

to introduce to you...

Gee, I didn't even ask.

Do you guys have a name?

- Yes, we do.

- We do?

That's right.

You can call us the Super Seven.

- Please don't call us that.

- The Super Seven?

What, you don't like it?

The surface dwellers have killed our king.

This is an act of war and they will pay.

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