And each was better hidden than the last, each farther away on an Alternate Dimension scale.
The House of Mystery was the least remote, the House of Secrets fell somewhere in the middle, and the House of Exile was as far removed as the end of time that Flash reached through the Speed Force.
Suppose Constantine thought this world was a little dangerous. It was like being at school and hearing someone threaten to come to his desk and beat him up after class.
The House of Mystery meant hiding outside the classroom.
The House of Secrets meant hiding outside the city.
The House of Exile was practically the equivalent of getting a space rocket and launching himself into a black hole.
Was that really necessary?
Stone-faced, Constantine put away the magical essence he had dissected from himself.
"What, surprised?"
...Not by you, not anymore.
Shane's expression soured.
If every Constantine had this many bolt-holes, he would probably have to reassess whether taking the "House of Secrets" from his own universe's Constantine had really mattered that much to the man.
If it truly had been such a lopsided deal, surely that other Constantine hadn't just been putting on an elaborate performance?
While Shane turned his thoughts back to his own Constantine, the Resistance Army began planning yet another final, all-out assault on the Superman Regime.
Shane attended the meeting with a dark expression.
Who knew how many times the Resistance Army had organized this "thrilling" occasion already?
Shane ignored Injustice Batman, who was eloquently laying out their strategic deployment, and casually chatted with Zhou Zhanxie instead as she listened nearby with her arms folded.
Zhou Zhanxie had also been busy lately. Using Eastern mystical arts, she had essentially checked every demonic aura she knew.
In the end, she had identified