And so, the Martian Manhunter told everyone present everything he knew.
The first part was about XXXX, something Doom Patrol had already heard once. They were utterly uninterested, to the point that they nearly fell asleep as a group.
But once he got to the part about someone suddenly falling from the sky, everyone began to have their own ideas.
"He claims he's from the Future, huh?" Chief, seated in his wheelchair, never worried about there not being enough chairs. The Old Man grinned crookedly. "Hand him over to me. I have very mature techniques for digging out his brain, then we can form a team and project our consciousness into his mental world. We'll definitely find something."
The last experiment using Cyborg's brain had indeed failed, and Deathstroke had been the one to pull him out. But that did not mean the next attempt would fail too.
What if it succeeded? Wouldn't that be more useful than telepathy?
"I object." Jay rose from Barry's seat, bracing both hands against the enormous Round Table marked with the symbol of the Beyond. "Listen to yourself, Niles. Put away your crazy ideas. This is the Hall of Justice. We act in the name of justice. Whether that strange man who fell from the sky is friend or foe, that is no reason to dig out his brain."
"But digging out his brain doesn't mean killing him. We can soak his body in ice water, then feed him chocolate milkshakes to keep him alive."
Chief looked toward his teammates, but unfortunately, none of them supported him. Those picking their noses kept picking their noses, and those cleaning their nails kept cleaning their nails, leaving him no choice but to say helplessly:
"If Batwoman were here, she'd definitely support me. You should know that