"Is this really a test of intelligence?" Lex Luthor sighed as he opened the sphere in front of him and inserted a USB drive. "Let's speed things up a little."
"Isn't that cheating?" Roland flew over beside Lex Luthor, keeping pace with him.
"You're not even controlling your car, and you call me a cheater?" Lex Luthor frowned.
"Hey, Priest." Mister Terrific caught up. "The finish line is just ahead. Looks like we're about to lock in the victory."
"Looks like you're about to be eliminated, Batman. Congratulations on your liberation." The Riddler maneuvered his car into Batman, ramming him off the track.
"Like Roland said, we don't have to reach the finish line in the car." Batman fired a grappling hook that latched onto Mister Terrific's car, then flew out after it.
"Hey!" Roland was the first to fly across the finish line. Batman followed close behind, with Lex Luthor crossing third and Mister Terrific right after him.
The Riddler was restrained by a transparent barrier and suspended in midair.
"Terrifying. At least it isn't fatal." Mister Terrific sighed.
"As the loser, you must endure a period of humiliation. Only then is it fair," said the Burning Sunglasses.
"Let's begin the next event," Lex Luthor said.
"Looks like our third-place contestant can't wait to prove his worth. Then let's begin the second event."
Two stone platforms rose up. Roland and Mister Terrific stood on one, while Batman and Lex Luthor occupied the other.
"Oh, looks like this round is one-on-one." Roland glanced at Mister Terrific, his hands itching a little.
"No, it's an intelligence contest. Why do you keep thinking about throwing hands?" Mister Terrific's three T-Spheres flew in front of him. Two guarded his head and lower body, while the third stood ready to attack at any moment.