Half an hour later.
After finishing his meal, Orsaga set down his knife and fork, then slowly wiped his mouth clean with a napkin.
From the main entrance of the Iceberg Restaurant.
Came wave after wave of startled cries.
They were exclamations of amazement from the passersby outside.
There were even all manner of cheers.
From time to time.
Someone could be heard shouting Batman, Wonder Woman, Superman...
Like rabid fans who had spotted their idols.
Only after quite some time.
Accompanied by the sound of the door opening.
Did those distinctly dressed figures make their way through the crowd and push open the doors of the Iceberg Restaurant.
"..."
Constantine, holding a compass, sighed sincerely between breaths:
"Your supporters are truly brimming with enthusiasm..."
Superman and the other members of the Justice League could only fall silent in response.
If not for the limited range of the other man's compass and the fact that it required him to operate it.
They certainly would not have chosen to wander around aboveground with him.
Not only were there too many obstacles, but the fanatical crowds were also a tremendous hindrance to their movements.
In a corner of the Iceberg Restaurant, Penguin, curled up in the shadows like a stray dog, instinctively shuddered all over at the sight of those few people entering through the door. He immediately curled himself up even tighter, his face deathly pale as he secretly guessed:
This is bad...
Could my smuggling operation have been exposed...?
Batman alone could beat me badly enough to need three months of recovery. If the whole Justice League gives me a beating, wouldn't that be the end of me?
Feeling that his two hundred pounds of flesh could not withstand such punishment at all.
He was filled with terror.
But regrettably,