The Fortress of Doom, once the Legion of Doom's base, actually had a pretty nice interior. It was brightly lit and well illuminated, lacking even Sepulk's dark atmosphere.
Luthor had installed enormous amounts of advanced equipment, transforming the interior into a postmodern industrial style—an office building filled with fluorescent lights and smart interactive terminals.
Long, long ago, this had been the Immortal Council's territory. A group of immortals led by Vandal Savage had used it as their base, crossing through different times and spaces to cause trouble everywhere.
Later, Luthor founded the Legion of Doom. After taking out Vandal and the others and claiming the place for himself, he renamed the Immortal Fortress the Fortress of Doom.
In past battles, this spatial fortress, capable of teleporting at any time, had let Luthor and his people keep playing hide-and-seek. Even Su Ming and Batwoman had been unable to find them, which showed just how secure it was.
"Deathstroke."
Cyborg, who had clearly not come here willingly, was sitting beside the Round Table in the main hall. He greeted him with an expression that practically begged for rescue, likely because Amazo standing behind him was staring too sharply and putting him under considerable pressure.
"Don't look so miserable. Luthor is one of us in the Justice League now. Since we'll definitely need a Mother Box to find Darkseid, I had him quietly invite you out of the Hall of Justice."
Su Ming pulled a small bottle of Lubricant from his belt pouch, slapped it onto the table, and slid it over to Cyborg. Pointing at his own chin, he indicated that Victor's chin joint was a little short on oil and did not turn smoothly when he moved his head.
Mister Terrific had probably forgotten to wax it after repairing him.
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