Earlier

Two men sit in a monitor van watching a screen, that was taking pictures of the city of Khandaq army.

"Hmm." Said the surveillance agent. "I don't feel comfortable doing this."

"Why not?" asked his partner

"Well, this, I heard the Black Adam took on the entire justice league by himself." Said the surveillance agent. "What if he finds out."

"he won't, the drone is at least 300 meters above the city and we're kilometers from the city's boundary." said his partner tapping on the communique. "Last I checked he doesn't have any super senses."

"So stay calm and take photos…" his partner tried to finish but was interrupted by the sound of thunder- KRAKA THOOM! The roof of the van flies away as a man in a black and gold uniform floated above them.

"Oh fuck!" cries the surveillance agent falling to the ground. His partner pulls out his gun and opens fire on the tyrannical ruler of Khandaq. The bullets ricochet off Black Adam's body and tear through the van.

Black Adam's face like always is that of an angry god glaring at the insignificant specks. "You should not have come here!" His hands reaches for both men his hands large enough to completely wrap around their necks.

"Maybe if I send your bodies home the world will finally understand that Khandaq is under my protection." The agent's faces go purple, their eyes bulging out, tongues ticking out like a child trying to secretly taunt someone.

An arrow tears through the air, shattering against Black Adam's skin. His focus shifts to the new participant of this affair.

A figure rises from the darkness. "Put them down!" said the familiar rough voice. Black Adam drops the agents to the ground.

"You're just as foolish to come here as them." Black Adam said going to the figure. "Green Arrow."

Black Adam is ready for a charge like a bull to the matador. But before he can attack…POOF!

Black Adam is no longer in the surveillance van but with the Khandaq castle in front of his throne.

"I didn't come here for a fight." Green Arrow said sheathing his bow.

"H-how?" Demands Black Adam, not used to being forced anywhere even by magic standards.

"Oh just a simple trick I learned from a Chad in Egypt." Constantine says huffing on his cigarrete. "Not that hard to do, and I could bore you with the intricacies of my trick but you don't seem the type to be interested."

Black Adam ignores Constantine, it seems even in thousands of years later the world still had tricksters and con artists.
He turns to green arrow. "What do you want, Arrow?"

Green Arrow pulls back his hood. "There's a threat and we need your help."

NOW

Constantine does not holler, or even move as Mr. Terrific works quickly on his body. Mr. Terrific has four PHDs and six master degrees, he has won a gold medal as an Olympic competitor. He is very accomplished in the world.

Now he will be accomplishing his greatest task. The resurrecting of a dead man.

ELSEWHERE

Green arrow sits at the table, his brain going wild. They weren't Vorrians who attacked but other humans.

With a quick scan Terrific had concluded the bomb these – "Asha'man had "was strong enough to destroy Earth. Similar to the one Starman had stopped earlier, but not as high tech or destructive; The Vorrian version could destroy the entire universe.

Did the Asha'man think it a mercy perhaps by only killing billions and spare trillions. It didn't seem to be a fair exchange thought Oliver.

Arrow looked at Adam who was still covered in blood, his eyes distant, the wound on his chest had healed but the hole in his costume remained. A reminder he wasn't as invulnerable as he thought.

Of course there was the dagger, but the dagger was specifically made to trap him by the Wizard. The shield had hurt him, drawing more than blood, scarring his pride.

One day later

After 24 hours Mr. Terrific had successfully to stabilize John Constantine. He leaned back in his chair monitoring Constantine's vitals. They were good. Mr. Terrific took a few winks of sleep.

In his cell, Black Swan remained on his knees, his eyes closed almost like he was in a trance

Two Days Later

Oliver Queen sits at the head of the conference table as his employees celebrate the winning of the military contract. His employees smiled and shook hands. They eyed their boss and his distant look, wondering if he even understood the momentous occasion.

But in reality, Oliver was planning for the next best steps of having the Secret Six to stopping the Vorrians from destroying their world and every other world. Without losing another god damn member. His fist clenches. They barely survived one fight and they already had two members out of commission.

They had to…No he had to be better, smarter.

Oliver Queen rises from his seat. He smiles, waves, shakes hands, and make small talk on his way out of the room. He had real work to do.

In the cell, the Black Swan has not moved not even a millimeter. He remains kneeled. He doesn't make a sound, so quiet is he that Mr. Terrific and the others who monitor him will sometimes forget he's there.

Three Days Later

Black Adam sits in his throne room as a dozen tutors go over five thousand years of history and the progression of human science and technology.

He absorbs the information silently. But inside he is wincing at the wound that was already healed days ago.

In the cell Black swan remains kneeling. Eyes closed. Their breath coming in and out. A silent rhythm. Perhaps he was asleep but for three days? Who knows of the humans who came from Earth 81.

Four Days Later

Catman bends over a pink bowl on the floor of his apartment, dumping a brown wet slosh into it. "Alright Mr. Snookums, Ms. Snout, and Johnny Cash dinners ready." He calls out.

Now for Blake Thomas life goes on. As long as he's a member of the secret six, Arrow promised him a stipend to keep his nose out of trouble and to come when the six are needed. The moneys nice but he misses the adrenaline of scaling tall buildings and breaking into the unbreakable. Taking out cocky guards who are too dumb to know they are outmatched by him.

He's not cut out for invasions, dimensional monsters, and multiversal adversaries. He was just a regular catburgular or as regular as one could be when they call themselves catman and ran around in an orange and yellow costume. His life has become crazy.

His sister had warn him about it when he first displayed his beta suit. But his mind was preoccupied with the future adventures and fun.

He wonders if he could go back to his normal life.

"Maybe if I survive this Vorrian attack I can go back to accounting.

In the cell, the black swan remains. Perhaps its not a person but a statue pretending to be alive, or human pretending to be a statue. Either way it remains kneeling.

Five Days Later

The Black Swan opens his eyes. "Now."