On the floor, where no one was paying him any attention, Wilson finally fell completely silent when he heard that Batman had disappeared.
He quietly pricked up his ears, listening to the conversation between the two men above him, unwilling to miss a single detail.
"He disappeared on his own? What does that mean?"
Shane stared at Jason, looking somewhat agitated.
No one could guarantee that continually destroying Apokolips would actually stop the Dark Lord's advance. It would hardly be difficult for Darkseid's true form, which existed in a higher dimension, to enter a three-dimensional universe.
At present, the gods of Olympus were holding back Apokolips in the divine domain, but what if those gods failed?
Darkseid was coming with war in his wake, and the Justice League's greatest pillar had suddenly, inexplicably walked away at a time like this?
Jason gently shouldered Shane aside, sat down at the desk, and began dismantling the radar device he had painstakingly modified earlier.
"He's getting old. Older people always grow weak in some ways."
Perhaps out of years of pent-up resentment, Jason first tossed out an irrelevant remark before beginning his account of what had happened during that time.
Batman had not completely abandoned Gotham at first.
Two utterly different mindsets had tormented him. On the one hand, Batman believed Gotham could not do without his help. In his eyes, the vast majority of the city's people were ignorant, and the city itself was gravely ill.
"Deep down, he doesn't really see himself as some Dark Knight, but as a lone wanderer guiding and supporting Gotham to keep it from falling into the abyss."
"Seriously? That guy would describe himself like that?"
"No, of course not. Those descriptions actually came from someone called—"
Only after sorting the scattered radar components into groups