The bronze Door Handle was engraved with an inverted triangle symbolizing destruction. Luthor had once not known what the red glow it emitted meant, but now he understood. It did not represent how close he was to Perpetua.
It was sensing the concentration of Crisis Energy, like a fish filter-feeding in water.
Crises were indeed always accompanied by all manner of destruction, but perhaps Luthor's ideal of rebuilding after destruction truly did not suit Multiverse 1, which was already riddled with wounds.
Taking out the little thing again, Luthor felt somewhat nostalgic. Just a few months ago, he had been using it to fight the Justice League and Deathstroke to the death.
But now, everyone was once again standing on the side of Earth-0's humanity.
With that in mind, he turned the Door Handle and pictured where he wanted to go. Based on past experience, it would transport them to their intended destination—to the unknown counterpart of the Omega Universe.
Even the true Darkseid, after creating a universe filled with darkness, had failed to realize that where there was shadow, there would inevitably be light.
"Click."
A crisp crack came from the space before them, but no one was transported. They remained in the Fortress of Doom's conference room, utterly motionless.
"Ahem, Lex, maybe your posture is wrong. How about trying to open it while squatting?" Bobo raised a hand to speak, the gorilla grinning mischievously as he offered an unreliable suggestion. "I've seen countless thieves. They all like to squat when picking locks, and they keep looking around too."
"Very funny, furball. Heh heh."
The bald Luthor smiled without warmth, not even wrinkling the skin of his forehead. He glanced at the gorilla from the corner of his eye, but had no interest in bickering with an animal. He