At the edge of reality, at a boundary no one could look upon directly, a craft shaped like an Italian fried dough stick with two short wings was lurching forward.
Perhaps the surrounding cosmic environment was too complicated, or perhaps the pilot simply lacked skill. The ship was shaking so violently that it seemed ready to fall apart at any moment.
Barry, seated in the pilot's chair, clearly thought so too. If someone could fly a plane through sheer facial expressions, then with the way he was baring his teeth and grimacing, he was Earth's ace pilot.
"There's space junk everywhere. If we make it back this time, remind me to develop an AI to assist spacecraft."
Clark stood behind Barry with his arms folded. He was actually more relaxed than Barry, because with The Flash's reaction speed, Barry could perfectly avoid any dangerous meteorites. It was merely exhausting.
"Focus, Barry. The closer we get to the Source Wall, the more unstable the spatial structure becomes. You know the Javelin was never built for space travel."
The Javelin should not even have been able to fly, because it had been seized from Black Manta.
Because it was actually a submarine.
At most, it could surface and serve as a speedboat. After Black Manta was captured, Luthor naturally had not bothered to reclaim Black Manta's junk. He had no respect for its technological value.
But now that the Justice League wanted to go into space, they did not have many options.
The Hall of Justice had become ruins, Batman's cool toys had all vanished, and Batman himself was currently missing.
After Starman proposed the plan to repair the Source Wall, everyone had struggled to find a suitable vehicle. After all, not everyone could fly through space, and they urgently needed a