Of course, returning to Earth meant returning to New York to see how things were going beside that massive crater.
It was more or less as expected. With Superman helping out, those heroes who had turned from good to evil hadn't caused any major trouble. Every one of them was sleeping soundly.
They were sprawled across a patch of grass, and some of them occasionally kicked their legs or twitched in their sleep. They might have suffered a little brain damage.
But it wasn't a big deal. As long as it wasn't cancer, Marvel could treat it.
Luthor had somehow picked up a small stick and was sitting on a grassy slope nearby, snapping it apart as he played with it. Every so often, he glanced at the unconscious people who had been subdued. Clearly, he was guarding the prisoners.
When he saw Deathstroke return with the others, he merely lazily raised a hand.
"Over here, Slade. How did things go?"
"Done. Give it a few minutes, and someone will use Chaos Magic to turn these corrupted people back to normal." Su Ming sat down beside Luthor, running a hand over the thick grass as he handed the bald man a soda. "Your matter of becoming human again will have to wait a little longer."
Earth really was more comfortable. The Magic Dimension was nice, but its concepts were incomplete. Something always felt missing, like eating fries without ketchup.
"No problem. I've always been patient, and waiting a little longer won't hurt. I owe you one." Luthor smiled and nodded, though he didn't drink the soda. "By the way, I heard from Batwoman that some enemy leaders still haven't shown themselves. Want me to help you find and deal with them?"
Deathstroke had packed up the city and those huge