Batman paused almost imperceptibly as he adjusted the data.
Then he resumed calibrating the parameters as though nothing had happened.
Despite the three distinctly displeased stares boring into his back, they elicited no reaction whatsoever from him.
Of course, in the end, neither Superman nor Shazam said anything more about being charged admission.
For a project like the Earth Bench Press Machine, never mind its construction costs-even the basic maintenance expenses down the road were astronomical sums those two broke bastards could never afford.
Shane was even less likely to speak up. He was terrified Batman might ask him to cough up that money.
After all, the sum Batman had transferred when he thought Shane was dead was more than ten times the payment they had originally agreed on for serving as the Teen Titans' instructor.
He might never spend it all, but having it sitting quietly in his account and looking at it every morning still made him happy.
After another five minutes or so, the dozen-odd test subjects and the spectators who had come to watch had pretty much all arrived.
Lobo had originally been on the list, too, but he had considered the test pointless from the outset. He was probably still snoring away in some nightclub girl's apartment bed.
Shazam sidled behind Shane. As he watched Superman go up first for testing, his gaze involuntarily drifted toward another person waiting his turn.
"You've got to be kidding. Why is Black Adam here, too?" Shane kept his eyes on the nearby electronic screen, which lit up after Superman followed Batman into a narrow passage, and answered casually.
"Wasn't there something in the news about Kahndaq strengthening its ties with the United Nations recently? Black Adam is Kahndaq's ruler now, so it's only natural that he'd try to