Washington, D.C.
Hall of Justice
The Justice League relocated inside their other headquarters, which was on Earth. All members rallied together. Each one fully carried with weapons, tools, gadgets, that reside in their respective sides. Damian Wayne, son of Bruce Wayne, wore the suit that resembles his trademark, the stamp of the Batman ego. In his suit, stands with a large number of gadgets that was given directly from Bruce Wayne; should the latter himself ever perish or disappear from Gotham; now was this time. Jack Drake, son of Tim Drake and Cassandra Sandsmark, wears a costume once worn by his father; albeit the suit wouldn't fit for his purpose due to having superpowers carried ber her mother's Amazonian heritage, he grew perception over her father, supporting for his legacy. Hal and Barry exchanged words, as the two have been best friends since day 1, they expressed each other a really meaningful goodbye if all else fails. In Green Lantern's edge, he advanced his suit into a much further stronger version of the ordinary suit he has dressed in for decades, ago when he was first given the ring. Barry, on the other hand, fixated his suit to better adjustments, to really excruciate the indestructible deal that needed to be engaged in a war of sectors. The rest of the Justice League were nearing their full preparation, whilst Superman stood patiently, while also having thoughts about Mia.
Superman, standing in the centre of the humongous hall, was greeted by hundreds of members walking to his direction. Perceiving their readiness made Superman take cue to bring about his speech. The latter commanded everyone to direct their attention to him, which they accomplishing did.
"I know the mentation is so jarring that you're all undergoing a quick settlement of events, it is difficult. Even I admit it to be true when I first started wearing the cape on my cape. But what will always lift inside me is being fair, and I believe all deserve to make the choice in your own hands. But the battle can't simply end by will, we have to face it, even if it goes down to me to take care of all of it, let it be, this is war; against Lex Luthor", said Superman. He rotates his body to extensionally discern hundred more to grasp under his eyeballs. "Majority of you know whom Lex Luthor is. Some of you might not have. To recap: Lex Luthor is one of the most dangerous foes I have ever faced in my life, if not arguably an extent to an enemy to the Justice League. He was once a man so weak that he relied on his wits, but now became amply evolving, withholding the body of a Supergirl from another world. Much is not known about her but I'd assume she lived her way to her teens in Krypton. She is dangerous, and who knows what else Lex has in store". Kal-El, in his final front, gazes in a spinning stage, looking at everyone with opening hands. "Now I am asking you this: will you join by my side; help me avail to stop this apocalyptic crises from destroying multiple regional sectors in our world?".
Superman, ending his reign of speech, stood silently calm. He looks to expect replies and responses from his teammates. He waited for 5 seconds; no response. He waited for an additional 10 seconds; he still didn't get any response. He extended to await in an extra finance of another 10 seconds; no replies he receives. No one was answering for over 30 seconds. To that reachable second, Superman was about to walk out of the premises, heading way out of his headquarters, directing his conscious destination to the battlefield, despite not aware of where he had to travel, to confront his arch-nemesis. As he was walking out, he suddenly stopped, perceiving a courageous voice calling out in sincerity of its participation. Following one, evolved an additional series of tens, then another tens, and extra adds of twenties. The additions increased rapidly as more willingly chose to volunteer in this apocalypse. It springs a bigger smile on Superman's mouth, filled with gratitude that he isn't fighting the inevitable alone.
"Thank you everyone", Superman shouted, expressing his gratitude. Then a sharper voice alerted him to redirect his eyes. He spun his head to confront the upcomer whom went to his end. It was Damian. "Damian?".
"We have an issue: it's Gulag. Lex is breaking it apart", Damian inscribed, making Superman widen his eyes. He realised where Luthor's going with his plan; he needed an army to regain, an army that will prove useful in dragging about a major havoc, that will influence the world. Superman stationed the participants to get into full preparation as they steer out of the Hall of Justice building.