It was called an intelligence exchange, but in reality, only Su Ming and Batwoman were talking. Everyone else was merely listening in.
Even Superman seemed uninterested today. Superboy-Prime's situation was probably troubling him. After all, that kid's battle with the Clones had nearly destroyed half a city, and the Justice League had to repair it.
Beyond that, Superman had to visit the injured civilians in the hospital on behalf of the Justice League, compensate the owners of cats and dogs killed in the incident, then hold a press conference to address the doubts raised by certain groups that had grown increasingly unhinged in recent years.
After dealing with so many bizarre people, Superman felt like he was going crazy himself. He could even guess what those people would protest about.
For example, a well-known feminist group would soon march in front of the Hall of Justice, protesting that none of the Liquid Metal Robots that invaded Earth had female forms, claiming it involved gender discrimination and so on.
Yes, those were killing machines sent by the enemy. Strictly speaking, they had nothing whatsoever to do with the Justice League, but those women did not care.
Batwoman's opinion on the matter was simple: ignore them.
But Clark did not want to do that. He preferred communicating with people, reaching some degree of mutual understanding, and actively avoiding misunderstandings, even if some people were sometimes impossible to reason with.
So even after the meeting ended, he still looked absent-minded, probably drafting something in his head.
Besides him, there was someone else spacing out: The Flash.
Barry still held a chocolate wrapper in his hand. With his head lowered, he muttered to himself about physics formulas and other meaningless fragments, as though he had fallen into some indescribable dilemma.
"Barry, Clark, want to