Marvel Schiller's arms dropped to his sides. He let out a sigh, as though his soul had left his body.
DC Schiller walked up to him, crouched down, and said with a smile, "Don't think I don't know you've been waiting for my fusion to go badly so you could take over, then dump a mountain of work on me to get back at me for getting back at you..."
"I hope you remember that you were the one who broke my umbrella in the first place. You have to pay for that."
DC Schiller stood up again, lowered his eyelids, and peered at the Schillers scattered across the floor through the slits of his eyes. "And you lot—do you really think that little bat I said couldn't even write a paper was actually little bat? I was just being polite. Some idiots took it seriously..."
DC Schiller took two steps forward and grabbed the High Tower railing, which normally stood upright but had now become parallel bars. He strained with both arms and climbed up with some difficulty. Then he stepped onto the edge of the railing, caught his breath, straightened up, looked down at everyone, spread his arms, and said:
"I know many of you want to replace me and rise to the surface consciousness. I'm a very tolerant person, and I understand fairness. Now, as long as you can defeat me, you'll naturally earn that opportunity. Come on, I think we can..."
Just as DC Schiller reached that point, two more thunderous booms suddenly came from outside the High Tower. A massive explosion rang out, followed by a girl's scream. Zatanna's remarkably piercing voice came from beyond the tower:
"No! My portal! Clark! Come back! You can't explode again! Oliver! Oliver! Stop him!!!"
"Oh my God, he