In the bright, immaculate hall, not a speck of dust rested on the circular round table. But the most eye-catching thing was never the mirror-like tabletop—it was the bald head constantly bobbing before everyone's eyes.
Whenever Deathstroke said a few words, he nodded once. The peculiar sheen of his scalp, as if it had been waxed, was exceptionally conspicuous.
"You mean this ultimate enemy has been hiding right under my nose all along?"
After the Mercenary roughly explained what had happened before, Luthor showed a somewhat excited expression. He stroked the back of his hand several times as though petting a cat.
"Our Legion of Doom's front line is currently here. Our offensives across many areas of this Omega Universe have been crushing victories. Look."
The bald man brushed a hand across the tabletop, and a complex star map projection floated into view. It was the usual grass green, Luthor's favorite color.
It showed the Omega Universe in its entirety. As a place Darkseid had shaped with Crisis Energy, it was not very large. After only a few days, Luthor could already claim that the occupation effort was halfway complete.
This universe was filled with all manner of Darkseid's dark creations. If you could think of it, he had it here. Though they were not as disgusting as the Evil Thought Nobles of the Hand of the Void, they generally were not much to look at either.
Luthor tapped several locations with his finger and enlarged them. Every tiny red dot on the star map represented a star system where battle was underway.
Amazo's army was clearing out those places with the support of countless Synthezoids and knockoff Primaris Space Marines.
The bald man's grand strategy was quite solid. After all, his adviser was Brainiac, a humanoid AI. It was