I Know a Gotham Restaurant That Serves Arabic Barbecue

At the edge of the island, the Justice League's tagalongs had been forced back by the pressure of Russell and Darkseid's battle.

Watching the two red dots break through the atmosphere and leave Earth, Bruce decisively said, "Clark, follow them. Help if necessary, but prioritize your own safety above all else."

Clark nodded and shot straight into the sky without another word.

With the violent shockwaves gone, the seawater surged back and swallowed the shattered island, which lay far below sea level.

An island as large as Gotham's autonomous district had vanished just like that, and Russell and Darkseid clearly had not even reached their limits. The tagalongs were stunned beyond words.

It was not that they had not tried hard enough. The level of the battle was simply too high. Even if they had forced their way into the fighting, they could not have broken through Darkseid's defenses. Protecting themselves would already have been their limit.

It was not really their fault. Several of them had only recently become superheroes and were nowhere near their full potential. If they had been at their peaks...

A corrupted The Flash was absurdly powerful, unstoppable as he stirred up chaos across the multiverse.

Batman in the Hellbat Armor could wreak havoc on Apokolips and stand toe-to-toe with Darkseid. At his strongest, he would sit in that chair and show off the splendor of DC's favorite son.

A fully realized Aquaman was even more impressive. His wife was seriously incredible!

"Don't be discouraged. This is how team battles work..."

Bruce said coldly, "Some people are responsible for offense, while others handle support and logistics. Everyone does what they can. No team consists solely of warriors."

That made perfect sense. A team made entirely of legs would turn on itself, while a team made