In the circular hall, everyone stared at the text projected above the Round Table, their expressions all indescribably strange.
"It's four **** symbols. Does that mean anything?"
Superman, extremely confident in his eyesight, was the first to speak. He had even activated his X-ray Vision, yet failed to find anything unusual about the notebook.
And wasn't this notebook far too filthy? Were those suspicious dried stains on the cover boogers?
Batwoman, standing in the shadows, said nothing. She merely shifted her gaze away from Superman. If he could not even see those four words, explaining anything else to him would be pointless. Better save her breath.
J'onn was the second to say that he too could only see symbols, not words at all. This confirmed for Batwoman that aliens were apparently no help, so she turned her gaze toward Diana.
Wonder Woman was a demigod. Though she belonged to the Old Gods, perhaps she knew more about matters concerning gods. There was hope that she could see what was written there.
But Little Dai merely shook her head, indicating that she saw the same thing as everyone else. She understood that Batwoman was waiting for a different answer, but unfortunately, she could not provide one.
What about Cyborg, then? Deathstroke had comprehensively optimized and upgraded him, turning him into Granny Goodness PLUS Version. Could he possess stronger scanning or data analysis capabilities?
The answer was no. Little Black Guy spread his hands and leaned back in his chair, rubbing his temples like Barry. He had not yet felt the benefits of having his entire body turned into flesh and blood, but the drawbacks had arrived first. Now he had a headache too.
Thus, among the Justice League's Seven Leaders, apart from Batwoman herself, the other seven were completely defeated. All