"After all, I took a trip around Earth-0 and didn't find anything major besides post-disaster reconstruction." Little Superman grabbed a rag, wiped his hands, then sat down on the haystack behind him and picked up a beer. "So I figured fixing the tractor at home was more worthwhile, even if this place only kind of resembles my home."
The barn's lighting was dim, and the air was thick with the dusty dryness of straw. Little Superman was dressed in rural clothes much like Clark's, making him seem far more down-to-earth.
"Yeah. The Hall of Justice hasn't contacted me so far, either. If something had happened, Oliver would definitely have told me." Superman came over carrying a beer as well. He sat cross-legged on the floor, looking somewhat puzzled. "But you've been running around nonstop lately. I don't know what you've been busy with."
He was simply concerned. He wanted to help with everything.
"It's not that nothing happened. It's that what happened was in the Magic World, where you couldn't help anyway." The ape took a swig of beer and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. "No Parasitic Mushrooms spread to the Kansas countryside, so of course you don't know that we took a trip to Rot Country, knocked over Anton, the Black's spokesman, and then started running around recruiting help."
"Mushrooms?"
Superman looked toward Supreme Superman, who merely shrugged to show that he didn't know. That must have happened before Deathstroke found him.
Su Ming took a bottle from his belt pouch, twisted it open, and drank. "What Bobo means is that some things happen in the darkness, where you can't see them. While the Justice League is resting, The Batman Who Laughs may not be. The Upside-Down Man betrayed me, and trouble may be brewing