Justice Incarnate's Flash Cup stadium was now completely deserted, leaving nothing but a mess behind.
To save energy, the stadium's main lights had been switched off, leaving only basic illumination. Darkness shrouded the empty venue, and only the seats and track gleamed with a faint light.
President Superman was silently cleaning up. Empty drink cups discarded by the audience, watermelon rinds tossed onto the floor, and so on were all traces left behind by Deathstroke treating everyone here.
That man had turned a race into a party. It had certainly been lively, but once there were too many people, the cleanup afterward became rather troublesome.
But Calvin was not angry. As a Kryptonian living in the United States, he had long expected what a venue would look like after a party, and cleaning up the trash was simply the host's responsibility.
It was an unspoken rule of socializing. If you were so poor that you needed your guests to help clean your home after the party, then you should not throw one in the first place. Otherwise, it would be humiliating enough to make you die of embarrassment.
However, when Deathstroke's group suddenly emerged from the darkness, President Superman had not expected it. He had not thought Barry could be found so quickly, because the disappearance of a speedster was often a very troublesome matter.
"Great, you're back." Holding a large black garbage bag in one hand and a huge stack of empty paper cups in the other, the Black man smiled, flashing a full set of white teeth. "The Flash, how are you? You weren't hurt, were you?"
In dark places, teeth always looked especially white.
"Ah, but this isn't over yet. Barry was hypnotized and abducted, and I now suspect someone within Justice Incarnate has pledged allegiance to