The World Broadcast, the New God's Declaration!

Only the low hum of the servers remained in the command center.

The bright red countdown to destruction had vanished from the main screen.

Bored, Harley Quinn lightly prodded Batman, who lay motionless across the console, with the tip of her golden baseball bat.

"Hey, little Bat. Fall asleep?"

No answer.

Harley pouted, pulled another piece of bubble gum from her pocket, and popped it into her mouth. Then she skipped over to the hole in the teleportation chamber.

Link was approaching down the corridor, one step at a time.

His black trench coat was spotless, as though the earth-shaking battle he had just fought had been nothing more than an appetizer.

His gaze passed over Superman, kneeling on the floor, and Diana, struggling to rise, before settling on Harley in the command center.

A faint, approving smile appeared on Link's face.

Harley winked at him smugly and flashed an "all done" gesture.

Link entered the command center and surveyed the room.

The four heroes who had once stood so high were now grievously injured or drained of strength. Their eyes held anger, resentment, and a trace of fear they could not hide.

And the Dark Knight, who had always worked behind the scenes and was renowned for his intellect, lay quietly across the console like a broken toy.

Superman raised his head with difficulty. His charred face betrayed no expression, and his voice was hoarse and weak.

"Link... What are you trying to do...?"

Link did not answer him.

He did not even look at him.

He walked straight to the main console and slowly sat in Batman's commander's chair, the seat that represented the highest authority.

That act was more humiliating than anything he could have said.

He calmly claimed command of the Watchtower as his prize.

Diana