The Next Target: Themyscira!

The night in Central City was as peaceful as ever.

But on an unseen level, the aftershocks of a storm powerful enough to overturn everything physics knew had yet to subside.

Link stood before the floor-to-ceiling window of his top-floor office in Central City, a glass of deep-red wine in hand. His gaze was not on the city's neon lights.

His thoughts were steeped in an unprecedented thrill of omniscience, as though he were a creator.

The Speed Force.

He had not gained it, but he had understood it.

That felt far better than simply gaining a power.

To gain a power was to become its user.

To understand its laws was to become its... lawmaker.

Now, using the Chaos Force, he could rewrite the definitions of "time," "space," and "motion" at will within a small area around his body.

He could make light slower than a snail or bring an atom's vibrations to a complete halt.

The Stasis Ice Coffin he had given Harley was merely a small demonstration of that authority.

"The Kryptonian's perfect bioelectric field represents the pinnacle of the physical."

"Understanding the laws of the Speed Force represents mastery over space and time."

Link gently swirled his glass, the crimson wine tracing elegant arcs along its sides.

"So what is my Divine Spark still missing?"

He closed his eyes and opened the familiar, vast system interface in his mind.

On the blue orb representing Earth, several coordinates blinked in different colors.

Gotham City, a muted gray.

Metropolis, a blazing gold.

Central City, a pulsing scarlet.

These were domains he had already conquered—or rather, finished "analyzing."

And now, several new coordinates were lighting up on his map with tantalizing brightness.

One was a space station suspended in Earth's orbit, glowing silver-white with advanced technology—[Watchtower].

The other was