He had seen this thing before the timeline changed.
No, no, no, no-he had done far more than merely see it. It had left an indelible impression on him.
The blue-gray sarcoma writhed constantly, giving off a faint, bloody stench.
He was certain it was the same thing as the enormous sarcoma hidden at the top of Wayne Tower. The Court of Owls had even ground this stuff into powder and mixed it into drugs.
Now the timeline had changed, yet it had appeared in an unexpected corner as though entirely unaffected.
"Why was this thing here-"
In an instant, Will guessed something.
If the Moon Eye was how the evil god worshipped by the Court watched the entire world, then perhaps the sarcoma was its medium for influencing and controlling the world.
He had to tell Clark about this.
Now that they had Superman, a pinnacle of combat strength, the side of justice had what it took to contend with this mysterious evil god.
Of course, this was no time to dwell on that. His immediate priority was to get the joint restraints unlocked.
Will ran his tongue over his lips and pulled the thumb-thick electrical cable out of the sarcoma.
Electrical sparks crackled at the wet connector.
Large household appliances in the United States ran on 240 volts. He felt he ought to say something before he was electrocuted until he smoked, or he might never get another chance.
"Uh-Lord Thunder, Aid Me? Forget it. Too stupid."
He silently counted to three, then grabbed the live connector.
Shuddering violently, Will rolled his eyes back as the electricity passed through his wet skin and clothing into the mechanical joint restraints.
The restraints immediately sounded an alarm and activated their forced-locking procedure.
If the officers had rushed over at full