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Then the opposing side
does an end-run.

Now comes the big handoff.

So when does he start
teaching chemistry?

This is him teaching chemistry.

And into the end zone
for the big score,

thus forming
a covalent atomic bond.

So team, any questions?

Man, it's boiling in here.
Can someone let in a little cool air?

Ah, better.

Hello, Ronnie.

Remember me?

- You know this psycho, coach?
- No. I've never seen...

Wait. Louise Lincoln?
Is that you?

It is!
We were quite the item.

Until I dumped her.

Louise wasted the spring
of her youth on Ronnie Raymond,

but as Killer Frost,

she'll make sure this city
will fall into the winter of its discontent.

This icy incursion ends now!

Step aside.

I'm about to blow out an old flame.

Sorry, Frost, but I make it my personal
business to protect innocent lives.

Innocent? You call the man who broke up
with me via text message innocent?

- Incredible.
- Really?

Quick and painless.

It was the humane thing to do.

I could've handled that indignity

if he didn't make me pay
for all of our dates.

What is wrong with you, coach?

Hey! How did I become
the bad guy here?

I think we better end this relationship.

This is only the beginning, Candlestick.

Good job, Firestorm. But remember,
arch-enemies can be a deadly business.

Great. Now she's your ex
and your archenemy.

Like there's a difference.

The Watchtower is up
and running again, Aquaman,

and our new recruits have arrived.

Outrageous!

Man, this place is even cooler
than I thought!

I can't work like this.

Anyone know where
the nearest bathroom is?

I can see my house from up here!

Are you sure about this, old chum?

Forming a new league,
after the way the last one ended?

With what we may be facing,
I don't see another choice.

Welcome. I'd like to thank you all for
agreeing to be part of what promises...

Hey, Bats, is there a reason
it's so stinking hot in here?

Oh, I think I know the reason.

- Wingman!
- Right here, sir!

Hello, ladies, I don't believe we've met.

The name's Gold.

And you can bet
I'm as precious as the metal.

We are Fire and Ice.
A volatile combination.

Like my mother's peanut butter
and sardine smoothies.

Yes. Um...

As Batman was saying,

we have brought you all here...
Mother of Pearl, it is hot in here!

Yes, yes, the heat, I know.

This is Martian Manhunter,
our strategist.

I'm having trouble fixing
the air conditioning.

Sir, I am well versed in over
six million forms of refrigeration.

- May I be of service?
- Of course.

Just what I need.
Another know-it-all.

Now, let's get down to business.

Green's my favorite color too.

So, wanna see the inside
of the Boostermobile?

Two weeks ago,
I sent the Question on a mission

to uncover information on the possibility
of an Earth invasion.

He hasn't been heard from since.

- Invasion? From where?
- Apokolips.

- Home of the Parthenon?
- No.

A distant world enslaved by the most
evil beings in the known universe.

The Greeks.

I'm working to piece together any clues
from Question's last transmission.

In the meantime,
Manhunter can show you around.

So that was the trophy room.
Next up is...

Excuse me, but do you mind?

I have this thing about fire.

I bet you do.

Now this is our training room.

I'm reminded of the time
when Big Blue himself challenged me

to an arm wrestling competition here.

Of course, my compatriots warned me
this would surely be a losing battle,

but I brought something
more than brute force to the table.

I brought physics.

- Well, the day approached and...
- By Neptune's trident,

you do not know how to tell a story!

Sorry, I sometimes tend to prattle on.

Cookie, anyone?

Check it out.

Actually, that was once Hal Jordan's.

And now it's mine.
Home sweet home.

- What are you doing in here?
- Called dibs, didn't I, Skeets?

And firsties, sir.

Look, you poser,
get out of my cabin right now!

Um, no, I think I'll stay.

Not the face! Not the face!

Gentlemen, please.

Let's settle this like civilized...

Son of a whale shark!
Have at thee!

Come here, you.

- Oh, boy fight.
- So immature.

Not the face! Not the face!

Please!
We must fight together!

What's it look like we're doing?

See, I...

Come here!

You want some of this? Come on!

Craters of Phobos.
The World Threat Alarm.

At least that's working, sir.

Boom tubes. Dimensional portals
used by the forces of Apokolips.

Then adventure calls.

Let's get down there,
so you punks can see a real hero in action.

The Greeks must be stopped!

Gotta text my publicist.

- Skeets, how many P's in "Impending"?
- One, sir.

Is this suit too short for world-saving?

- Um, I wonder if it's short enough.
- Quiet!

Listen, people.

This team is not about egos
or wardrobes or publicity.

It's about handling threats
larger than any hero can alone.

When history remembers this group
and its first mission,

will it be of individuals
who could not get the job done,

or will it be of the greatest superhero
team ever assembled,

saving the world in its darkest hour?

That so did not go how I was expecting.

"A world of heroes," they called it.

Pathetic. In all our conquests,
I've never seen a planet fall so quickly.

All that remains to be settled
is who gets to kill who.

Think you can give us cover?

That is Portuguese
for "no problem."

- Where are we?
- Auxiliary Batcave.

Batman to Watchtower.
What's the situation?

I'm afraid it's quite hopeless.

They stopped making these parts
20 years ago.

That should do it. Try it now, sir.

I was referring to the recent
occupation of Earth.

Oh, that.
Not too good either.

Take a look at this.

Then it's going to get worse.

- Worse? What's worse than world defeat?
- World domination.

They've set up a boom-tube generator
here in the capitol.

Once activated, it will provide mass
transport between Earth and Apokolips.

Kind of redundant, ain't it?
They're already here.

Not everybody.

- Darkseid.
- Immortal. All powerful.

Unstoppable.
For all intents and purposes, a god.

There's still a chance to repel the enemy.
That is, until he arrives.

That's what the Question deduced.

Darkseid is planning to transform
Earth into a world of burning fire pits.

His new Apokolips.

That doesn't sound so nice.

Manhunter. We're going to need
your strategic expertise.

We'll need a three-pronged attack:
Defense, distraction, demolition.

Team One: Ice...

- And Beetle?
- ...and Booster.

- Yes!
- Team Two: Fire...

- And Beetle?
- ...and Aquaman.

Now listen carefully.

Team One will lay down a covering fire.

Team Two will do a hit and run
on the main forces, drawing them off.

Team Three will run interference,
clearing a path.

While I infiltrate the boom generator
and disable it.

If this works
we just might have a chance.

"If"? Since when has any plan
of Batman's ever failed?

Impossible.
Our signal is triple encoded.

Cross routed over a dozen satellite feeds.
Untraceable. Unless...

Texting the publicist.
How many D's in "Armageddon"?

The chase has ended
but your suffering has just begun.

Soon my father will arrive,

and life as you know it
on this planet will be over.

Yeah? Says who?

We're going with plan B: Improvise.

Huh?

The generator, old chum.

You're too late.
Father's home.

Batman.

I know all about you.

I haven't become the most feared being
in the universe

by underestimating my enemies,
but by obliterating them.

You're impressive, as mortals go.

But in the end,

you're just a human with a few toys.

En garde!

Huh?

You want this world.
Yet you're afraid to win it in a fair fight.

How long has it been, Darkseid,
since you've faced a mere mortal

without hiding behind
your godlike powers?

A blatant attempt
to taunt me into combat.

But in truth, it has been an eternity
since I've exercised purely physical force.

And I relish the opportunity.

I must admit that was exhilarating.

Is this where you hurl
a clever retort at me?

No?

Then I shall separate your atoms
into the primordial ether,

a most fitting demise.

Not possible.

You! You did this. How?

The Question?

You reversed the generator's frequency,
sent them back.

Had to go undercover
on this for a while,

but I knew you'd find some way
to keep them busy.

Now Earth can prevent
similar incursions in the future.

- Great. Can we wreck it now?
- Knock yourself out.

- Boys.
- I know.

Why should they have all the fun?

So, Bats, for once in your life,

you weren't the one to throw
the last punch and save the day.

- How's that feel?
- Pretty good.

Hey, poser!
That's my piece of cake.

- Guy Gardner always gets the corner piece.
- You mean this piece?

All gone!

Oh, you're gonna be all gone
in a second!

You know, Batman,
this may be an unconventional team,

but I think it has the makings
of something special.

Perhaps some air conditioning
will cool them off.

After all, it's about the little battles.

There appears to be a problem
with the electrical system, sir.

Yes, yes, I'll get right on that.