The three had clear roles, and they settled on a plan in moments.
"Joker went right, so we'll go left. Let's throw the defenses across this whole prison block into as much chaos as possible!"
Shazam clenched his fists, lightning crackling in his palms, looking eager to start slaughtering at any moment.
Jason nodded slightly and instinctively reached for the weapon mounts at his waist, back, and forearms.
Empty. When he had first been brought in, the aliens had confiscated every gun, blade, and explosive on him.
Even the concealment techniques he had learned from Batman had failed to fool the high-tech scanners used by Mongul's men.
But Jason reacted quickly. He turned and began searching around the shit-yellow aliens who had been electrocuted into unconsciousness, clearly intending to strip them of some alien weapons.
He bent down and grabbed everything, useful or not, with practiced ease.
He picked out four metal batons he confirmed could deliver high-voltage shocks, then deftly secured them at his waist and back.
Next, he dug out two oddly shaped handheld weapons that fired energy bolts. After turning them over a few times, he quickly figured out how to use them.
He pressed the switches beside the triggers, checked their remaining energy, and, once he confirmed they worked, stuffed them into his empty holsters.
He did not even spare the portable restraints hanging from the guards' waists, sweeping up every last one. Shazam watched this practiced looting routine with wide eyes.
After the Amazo Virus incident, Shazam had naturally gotten to know Jason and learned about his background.
"Is that really necessary? With our strength, we could steamroll this place barehanded. Why bother with this alien junk?"
Jason rose calmly and dusted off his hands, his tone flat.
"I don't like using superpowers."
Watching quietly