Time passed quickly. The chaotic day was soon coming to an end. Like predators living in the forest, people returned to their nests at night to take stock of their gains.
The city had grown much quieter.
Only Diana and Bobo remained in the Hall of Justice. Everyone else had been sent out to maintain order.
The results were limited. Reports from all over the world proved one thing: panic had erupted. People had fallen into a frenzied hysteria, and the Justice League members had practically become public enemies.
Barry had arrested over a thousand people in a single day, including men, women, the elderly, and children. They had merely wanted to obtain supplies to survive.
But police stations and prisons refused to take the prisoners because they did not have enough food. Locking them up would be no different from starving them to death slowly.
Arthur suggested using fish as food. Mera thought it could work; perhaps it would win over some support. As long as they did not oppose the Justice League, people could come to the Hall of Justice every day and receive one fish to feed their whole family.
Though Diana felt that sounded like coercion, she had no better option. The Amazon Warriors on Paradise Island were surviving on fish as well.
The Atlanteans could probably catch enough fish to feed a city, but Mera was unwilling to give fish to those opposed to the Justice League. In her view, that would be aiding the enemy.
Wonder Woman could only compromise. After all, the fish belonged to them.
She suddenly recalled how Deathstroke had taken her to dinner at the Iceberg Lounge last night. It had seemed rather deliberate. Did that mean he had anticipated Earth facing a food crisis so soon, and the two