The Trinity Reunites

The lines on the screen fluctuated rapidly, the shifts between peaks and troughs blurring into an afterimage. Starman's body began convulsing on the hospital bed, while Batman clutched his head and swayed back and forth as though nursing a hangover.

Just then, a red-and-blue blur rushed in through the door and darted straight to the bedside, tearing Jar-ro off Starman's face.

"My tentacles!"

Jar-ro screamed in everyone's minds.

The figure who had rushed into the room was naturally Superman, Clark. He had just worked with Barry to send people all over the world back to their homes, though restoring normal life in the cities flooded by the disaster would still be troublesome.

Clark had returned to the Hall of Justice to rest for a while and clean himself up before heading back to Metropolis. He couldn't exactly go home covered in blood and grime, could he?

Superman was human too. After resolving a global crisis, exhaustion welled up from the depths of his heart like a spring.

Barry, meanwhile, insisted on repairing power plants around the world, so the Flash Family were still racing across the globe. To avoid exceeding their safe speed limits, they would not be getting any rest tonight.

After returning to the Hall of Justice, Clark naturally wanted to talk with the Batman who had stayed behind. But there was no one in the command center, and the Hall's walls blocked X-ray Vision, leaving him no choice but to float through the corridors searching everywhere.

Then, as he passed the treatment room, he saw Batman messing around with Starman.

Secretly extracting someone's memories while they were unconscious was already bad enough, especially when that person was an old-school hero. It was far too dark.

"Batman, what are you doing?!"

Clark looked at Jar-ro in his hand