Through the breach in the Hall of Justice wall, a light drizzle fell beneath the pitch-black night sky. The rain landed almost soundlessly, and Harley did not like the feeling.
In her memory, rain should have poured down in a deafening deluge, mixed with the sharp, pungent stench of chemicals. Gunfire and explosions should have echoed through it, firelight gleaming alongside neon signs and always bringing a smile to her face.
But now, silent rain fell upon a dead, lifeless land, and all she felt was a lonely chill.
"Let's go. The Justice League means nothing without the Trinity."
Since there was a hole in the wall, there was no need to use the front entrance. Damian gave his teammates tactical hand signals, telling them to bring along Little Wu, who had turned into a ball, and prepare to withdraw. At the same time, he spoke to Harley. "You should have gathered some intelligence in the Hall of Justice, right? We can talk on the way."
"Sure. Hey! Grandpa in the wheelchair over there, we're leaving this way." The madwoman nodded repeatedly and waved the Doom Patrol over. It was enough that the fire had been put out; they should stop getting in the way here.
Aside from the Seven Leaders, the Justice League still had some third- and fourth-tier heroes, such as Hawk and Dove, Steel and Shazam. If all the even more obscure Superheroes arrived, there would still be over two hundred of them.
Especially Green Lanterns—there were as many as one could want. The only question was whether they could make it back from space now.
Rather than having too many people, it was more that J'onn's command ability could not handle such a large team. After all, he did not have Batwoman's brain, Superman's charisma, or