United States Justice League headquarters.
"Batman, I may be a genius scientist, but that doesn't mean you can work me to death!" Mister Terrific complained. "First you wanted help designing powered armor, now it's some global defense network, and you want me to decipher Dagonian technology too? Forget people—you wouldn't even work a mule this hard."
Batman barely reacted to his complaints. He simply said, "Oh," to indicate that he had heard him.
"Hey, hey! I'm lodging a very serious protest here!"
"If I remember correctly, I haven't actually assigned you any work, have I?" Batman said. "I merely sent you copies of those proposals and the relevant materials. If you don't want to do it, just don't read them."
"But... that's information on alien technology! How am I supposed to resist?" Mister Terrific sighed.
"Then why are you complaining to me? Am I supposed to forcibly stop you from working?" Batman spread his hands.
"Tch." Mister Terrific kept tapping away at his spherical computer. "The global defense network's planetary fortress—once I've adapted its blueprints for Earth, you'd better build it, or you'll have me to answer to."
"Of course I'll build it. Why would I have you design it otherwise?" Sitting at his computer, Batman deleted a folder named "Watchtower" and created a new one named "Planetary fortress."
Roland Cathedral.
"Anyone want to come on a trip to another world?" Roland asked the people in the cathedral, holding the Philosopher's Stone.
The Flash waited nearby, ready to travel to their destination with them. "Forget it. I'm not going," Nightwing said, shaking his head. That baby-handed version of himself had given him PTSD with a single blow from a staff. Now he wore a helmet every time he went out, with extra padding at the back of his head.
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