Kansas. It was another leisurely morning. Sitting on the ridge between the fields, Bruce looked at the luggage Clark had thrown over, his astonishment almost disbelieving.
"Bruce, I know this may be a little hard for you to accept, but the truth is, you probably have to go back to Gotham."
Before Bruce stood Clark, Constantine, Diana, Hal, Oliver, Arthur, Harley, and Jason in a row, all staring at Bruce's face in unison, like villagers in a starter village watching the hero.
"You'd better hurry back and write your thesis!" Hal said solemnly. "I'm not joking with you. Go write your thesis before your professor goes insane and destroys the world!"
Constantine bent down to look at the seated Bruce. "Schiller's level of insanity can't be handled by ordinary means anymore. You saw it too. He drove even a brutal bastard like Joker insane. If you don't go back and keep him occupied, how long can the universe survive?"
Diana shoved him back a step and looked at Bruce. "Of course, we're not trying to guilt-trip you. We're even more worried about you getting hurt than you are, because if anything happens to you, no one will be able to restrain Schiller at all."
After saying that, they all stepped back and cleared an open space. Hal snapped his fingers, and green light instantly surged forth.
A dense green glow erupted from Hal's body, then condensed into a thin line before forming the shape of armor in front of Bruce.
The green gradually faded, revealing red and black as its dominant colors. It was a suit of armor, but unlike an ordinary Bat-armor, it was thinner and lighter, its entire surface gleaming with magical radiance, dreamlike and surreal.
"This is armor we built together for you. Its main purpose is