World Forger was bewildered. He looked at Monitor, who smiled at him, then at Anti-Monitor, who merely snorted coldly.
The towering giant felt the back of his chair and sat down, sweeping his gaze across every human present.
Yet no one was the least bit surprised by his return. Instead, they wore mysterious smiles, as though they had just checked the correct answers against their own test papers.
"You... don't have anything you want to ask?"
The Forger rubbed his hands together, setting his great hammer against the edge of the table as he asked in a deep, muffled voice.
"No, we already fully understand what you were thinking. It's fine, let's continue the meeting." Hal crossed his legs again, looking utterly calm, as though nothing had happened.
But inwardly, he was delighted. This time, he had finally caught the express train of intelligence and experienced the exhilarating feeling Batwoman used to have of being intellectually superior.
They knew what the other side was thinking and what they planned to do in advance, then got to watch their astonished expressions afterward. Damn. It was like drinking an ice-cold cola in the height of summer and then heading into the bridal chamber—double the pleasure.
"Aren't you going to ask where I sent Starman?"
The Forger's eyes widened. The blue-skinned man without eyebrows made no attempt to conceal his surprise.
"We know you wouldn't tell us, and we know he's somewhere you consider safe. So let's skip that step. We can set aside our differences and figure out how to deal with Perpetua first."
Diana wiped her mouth and inconspicuously removed the two empty ice cream cups from the table.
Alpheus felt somewhat ashamed. He rubbed his slightly reddened bald head. Before, he had thought the Justice League's leaders had returned to