Luthor and his group slipped away quietly, just as they had come. With a wave of his armored hand, he took away a large canister of blood.
Mercy had said that many Heroes were in the Hall of Justice, and that was true. But in reality, most of them were not above their heads—they were beneath their feet.
Deeper underground beneath the Hall of Justice, at Justice League Dark's headquarters, everyone was focused on Constantine's bizarre ritual to save Zatanna.
After activating that unknown magic circle, even Constantine himself had fallen unconscious.
Man-Bat slapped him hard across the face, but the bastard still would not wake up.
"His soul has left his body. I can feel it." Abby stood against the wall with her arms folded, patiently explaining to the Heroes who had come to check on them. "Everyone, give him some space, and don't step on the magic circle. Otherwise, he might not be able to come back."
"Maybe it would be better if he didn't."
Raven, draped in a purple cloak, snarked. She had been sold out to Trigon before, and her anger had not faded yet.
"Yes, yes." Beast Boy gave a comical grin, stretching his face into Man-Bat's likeness and wildly gesturing as he imitated a gorilla to cheer Raven up. When she did not even spare him a glance, he gave up awkwardly and found himself an excuse. "But why did we come down to the basement? This place feels creepy, and we can't help with anything."
"You can't put it that way." Natasha Irons shrugged. She was the only one actually doing something, flipping through Little Zatanna's medical report without looking up. "At least we can form a defensive line here and stop anyone from taking advantage of the situation to attack Zatanna. At