"I feel pretty good."
Superman rose from his seat, stretched his limbs, then touched his face. As he worked his jaw, he frowned.
"I just don't know why my face feels a little sore. Is it my imagination?"
Beside him, Diana hid her reddened palm beneath the table, too embarrassed to explain what had happened.
Everyone had originally gathered in the Hall of Justice for a meeting. After being thrown out by her boyfriend and missing quite a few events, she had wanted to bring everyone together and see whether Paradise Island and she herself could help with the reconstruction after God's catastrophe.
Yet just as the meeting had begun, J'onn had only just finished explaining the losses caused by the disaster with charts, and before everyone could speak in turn, the people seated around the table had dropped one after another.
Everyone had gone down except Diana. She had to admit that she had panicked a little at the time.
She immediately checked on them and found that everyone was merely asleep, which reassured her slightly.
But the problem remained.
If one person had fallen asleep during a meeting from sheer exhaustion, that was understandable.
But everyone present, including the Research Department staff passing outside the door, had silently fallen asleep. That had to mean something was happening.
In a crisis, Diana's first choice had been to try waking Superman, the closest person to her. That was what the Trinity was for—if Superman woke up, at least she would have someone to discuss things with if trouble arose.
But no matter what she tried, Clark would not wake up.
Little Dai, whose mind did not always bend around corners, first tried splashing water on Superman's face. Then she tried tying him up with the Lasso of Truth and ordering