"Why had things turned out like this?"
Spider-Man sat in the spacecraft cabin, scratching his head. Looking at the ever-closer core of Apokolips, he muttered, "If this were really a comic book, shouldn't we have successfully infiltrated the place, challenged every supervillain on the planet at their hideouts, beaten the final boss, and gone home in triumph? So who the hell is the villain now?!"
Damian waved a hand at him and said, "What era are you living in, still wanting to be some hero who defeats the Demon King? These days, the hero reaches the Demon King's castle and discovers that he's the Demon King himself. Isn't that exactly us?"
Spider-Man let out a long sigh. "That's why I'm asking how things got to this point in the first place?! How did Bruce suddenly turn into some black tentacle monster? And why is Helen a monster bigger than a star?"
"Mind your own business when it comes to Batman and Joker." Harley curled her lip in distaste.
"So what are we supposed to do now?" Spider-Man asked blankly. He had originally thought they were here to fight evil aliens invading Earth, but now it looked like the evil aliens were them. Did that mean they were going to fly their ship off to invade another planet?
Spider-Man's morals more or less only extended to humans, or at least humanoid creatures. The Parademons altered through Mechanical Modification looked nothing like humans, so when Little Bruce used illusions to control Lashina into killing her companions, Spider-Man had not felt much. But the thought that he himself had become an invader of someone else's planet made him feel deeply uncomfortable.
At that moment, Constantine lit a cigarette and said in a somewhat world-weary tone, "Would Gotham have flown into the sky for