In the vastness of space, Starman was eventually found by Luthor, who had already been searching for his trail. Luthor was furious, too.
If Starman had stayed in one place, Luthor would have found him long ago!
But Starman had been darting all over the universe, wasting far too much of Luthor's time. After disguising himself as an ordinary person, Luthor had searched nearly every bar in New York before confirming that the Hippie had left.
After that, he had relied on all kinds of technology, as well as the computational power and fleet he had obtained from Brainiac Million, before finally managing to corner Starman.
The two floated in space, fine cosmic dust scraping against their armor. It was like two Cowboys about to duel in a noon street, scoured by windblown sand, with only a tumbleweed missing as it rolled past behind them.
The atmosphere was similar enough, as though a great battle was about to begin.
But just as Luthor was about to speak, Starman pointed the staff in his hand at him. "Luthor! I finally found you, you sneaky little rat!"
Luthor: "???"
What the hell? Why had he stolen Luthor's line right from the start? Starman was the one who had been hiding and running around, wasn't he?!
The moment they met, the bald man hated the man with shoulder-length hair. Sure enough, Starman was as unlikeable as ever.
Fine. His mother's order had been to find Starman anyway.
"You noisy antique, have you become a homeless stray after being expelled by the Justice League?" Luthor wore a hypocritical smile of sympathy, clasping his hands behind his back and rubbing them together rhythmically.
"The Justice League isn't the only thing called justice. I came today to show you my justice!"
Starman swung the Cosmic Staff