The martial faction would naturally handle matters on the front lines, while in the safe area behind the battle line, Harley and Chief were watching someone paint.
The person pushing the wheelchair had been replaced by Elasti-Girl. After all, she could not take part in battle. Because she had poor control over her own powers, she would turn into a puddle of mush whenever she got nervous, so no one would let her fight.
With Superboy-Prime and Nutcracker holding the front line, Raven providing magical firepower, and the other members of Doom Patrol dealing with the stragglers, the situation looked excellent.
Even Luthor had taken Door Handle to the front lines. Empowered by the concept of 'Destruction,' he performed quite well even without his armor.
But the bald man was still being dishonest. He kept saying things like, 'I can only use a tiny bit of Destruction's power,' yet that tiny bit he displayed already put his combat performance roughly on Sinestro's level.
That was without even considering the fact that he was deliberately holding back.
"Cosmic Concept really is incredible, pop." Harley blew a bubble, and after the gum burst, her little pink tongue swiftly rolled the scraps back into her mouth. "If I wanted one too, Little Bee could probably get one for me, right? But thinking about it carefully, I don't seem to need to be that good at fighting."
She said she wanted to become an independent woman of the new era, but Harley was not stupid. If there was a man she could rely on, why stubbornly insist on doing everything herself? Wouldn't that make her just like Little Dai?
Sure, doing everything herself sounded tough and spirited, but when the night was quiet and she thought about it, having to personally handle every single