Raw energy crackled in the air, heating it to uncomfortable levels. J'onn's Martian Vision and Despero's eyebeam pushed against each other, their epicenter where the beams fought against one another struggling back and forth between the two.

Yet, that was only half of the battle. J'onn had expected Despero would launch a psychic attack at him and had constructed mental barriers. He was proven correct when he felt his foe's mind collide with his barrier. Though it was invisible to the naked eye, J'onn's telepathy allowed him to "see" the very air ripple from the collision of their minds.

Yet, he did not stay on the defensive. He counterattacked with his mind, only to discover Despero had erected the same defensives as he had. All around the beams, the air erupted into invisible ripples. Increasing the strength of his Martian Vision, J'onn began to achieve an advantage as the white and orange beams slowly began to close in on Despero.

Realizing this, the Kalanorian focused on his own blast, pushing back against the Martian Vision until the beams returned to their previous position. That seemed to be a draw as well, much to J'onn's disappointment. They simply could not continue in this manner.

So he took a different action. His body becoming translucent, J'onn stopped his Martian Vision as he descended into the floor, sinking into it and emerging into the room below. Moments later, a violent tremor shook the ship, indicating Despero's attack had exploded against the wall of their battle arena.

Immediately, J'onn surged forward, heading in the general location he knew Despero to be. He did his best to prevent Despero's mind from locating him and he could feel the Kalanorian searching for him. Clearly he knew the Martian was up to something.

Coming to a stop, J'onn looked up to the ceiling. Crouching down, he then launched himself through the ceiling and back into the battle arena. Leading with his fists in front of him, he immediately solidified his body just in time to ram his fists right into Despero's abdomen. Lifting the large Kalanorian off of the floor, J'onn flew them diagonally through the air until he slammed his foe's back against a wall.

Drawing back a fist, J'onn took advantage of his lower position by throwing an uppercut, one landed against Despero's chin and snapped his head back, the back of his skull bashing against the wall. A large wad of spit flung out of the man's mouth, spattering over the wall's metal surface, dripping down it almost immediately.

J'onn then pounded one punch, then another right into his opponent's gut, trying to stun him and leave the Kalanorian breathless as the air was forced out of his lungs. Backing up as he rose higher into the air, the Martian then unleashed his Martian Vision at point blank distance, Despero crying out as he was enveloped by the white blast.

Pouring more and more power into the attack, J'onn wanted to end this fight now, seeing this as the perfect opportunity. However, out of nowhere, one of Despero's large hands suddenly clamped down over his head, and subsequently covered his eyes. There was a flash and J'onn cried out, his voice muffled by his foe's palm. Incredible strength crushed down around his skull as he raised both hands to clutch at the Kalanorian's wrist, trying to pull the appendage away.

Suddenly, he felt himself be jerked higher into the air right before Despero slammed a fist into his abdomen. This time, it was J'onn's turn to feel breathless, feeling the air in his lungs being forced out. The next thing he knew, he was sailing backwards through the air, Despero never once relinquishing his hold on his head. The Kalanorian must have sprung off of the wall he had been embedded in, explaining their sudden flight.

Gravity soon kicked in and they were falling to the floor. J'onn felt the back of his head bash against the floor, Despero pushing down as hard as he could for maximum damage.

Then Despero abruptly released his hold, only to slam a fist right into the Martian's face. J'onn was only able to see flashes of his foe's stern, singed expression as he sent punch after punch into his face. Each blow rang out, a dull gong that never seemed to stop.

J'onn had enough of being pounced into the ground. As Despero pulled back one fist and threw the other, the Martian split his head right down the middle, each side sliding in opposite directions of each other. The split ran all the way down his neck, coming to a stop above his collar bone.

Despero's incoming fist hit the floor then and J'onn went to work. Immediately, the sides of his head closed in on the fist, wrapping around it. The rest of the Martian's body lost its solidity, becoming a pasty, viscous slime, all of which swarmed around the Kalanorian's hand and crawled up his arm.

Immediately, Despero was on his feet, holding his arm out as far as he could reach, grabbing at J'onn's viscous body with his other hand as he tried to tear him off. "Not this again," the man growled as he clawed at the Martian. Over and over, he pulled tendrils of the green slime off, only for it to immediately return and crawl further up his arm.

Then Despero stopped. The reason for this quickly became apparent as a flame-like purple aura suddenly raged all around his body. Instantly, J'onn screamed as he felt his entire body burn. Immediately, he retreated, flinging his liquidity body off of his foe's arm and splattering over every conceivable surface.

Over and over, he screamed, the sensation of burning, searing flesh never leaving his mind. All was chaotic, fractured into hundreds of pieces as he cried out from every last drop of his unformed, dispersed body. For the first time in what felt like years, true, unadulterated terror consumed him.

He couldn't control it; he couldn't regain his senses. It was an impossible feat! Nothing could stop his rapid descent into fear and madness. Nothing! Nothing mattered! He did not know who he was; where he was; how he came to be here. There was danger and he needed to flee! There was no fight, only flee! Survive! Cower!

Then…almost out of nowhere, there was a calming, almost gentle presence. J'onn could feel his mind lose the madness that infected him, allowing his higher self to regain control. "Collect yourself, Martian," a voice commanded him.

Slowly settling down, J'onn began recalling his body, each and every last piece drawing to one location. As they came into contact with one another, they joined, creating larger puddles. Larger and larger they grew until they all combined and J'onn emerged into his solid self.

Immediately, he spotted Despero, still bathed in his fiery aura. He appeared patient as he allowed the Martian to restore himself. Had…had it been this man that had soothed his panicked mind?

"Yes, it was I," Despero suddenly spoke, clearly reading his mind. "I wasn't expecting such a violent reaction from you, not after the last time I showed you the flame of Py'tar."

"Py'tar?" J'onn repeated before he recalled this same purple flame. When they had done battle within Despero's mind, he had called upon the power of this flame. Though nervous, he had resisted the urge to flinch away from that awful power then, most likely because he had subconsciously detected they were not in the physical plain at that time.

They were clearly in the physical now and he had responded as such. However, he immediately recalled an important detail. "I thought I had cut off your link to Py'tar," he then said.

"Yes, you had," Despero responded. "Upon my restoration, I returned to Kalanor to reclaim its power; it was not an easy endeavor, I will have you know."

For someone that was out for revenge, there was a startling lack of venom in that explanation. Anyone that had felt great power and lost it, only to reclaim it once more were usually bitter about such a trial. Despero did not seem too perturbed by it. Though his words could be taken as resentment, his tone did not convey this.

Despero's next words revealed the reason for such a cool admission. "After our last encounter, my forces fell apart far too quickly and easily. I will admit, I was quite enraged by this and by you. Upon further reflection, I realized that it was not your fault that my armies crumbled as they had—it was mine. I had centered too much power within myself that it was only natural that my forces would fall apart as they had once I was defeated. That is not an action I am repeating this time."

J'onn felt his eyes narrow. As he gazed at the Kalanorian's purple aura, he recalled something he had heard before his departure from Earth. "I had heard you had eliminated a contingency of Green Lanterns with warriors with strange powers."

"Did you now?" Despero seemed pleased by this. "You are beginning to suspect the source of their power, I can sense it. Do not wonder any longer for I will tell you the truth: I imbued my loyalest and strongest warriors with the power of Py'tar's flame. They have access to it much like I do."

Unconsciously, J'onn clinched his hands into fists. So that was what those Green Lanterns had encountered. Without any knowledge, it was no wonder they had been decimated.

"Do not hate Py'tar, Martian," Despero then said. "Its power is at the mercy of its wielder. In fact, I used it to calm your chaotic mind only moments ago."

"If it can do as you claim, why do you use it for destruction? For death?" J'onn demanded.

"Because it is what I desire. It is the basis of all living things to strive for what they need and want. I desire the universe crushed beneath my thumb." Despero took a step towards him. "Only you can stop me in my design, Martian. What will you do?"

J'onn knew he could not allow Despero to succeed. It was clear the Kalanorian needed to be stopped and there was only one way to do so.

Eyes glowing a brilliant orange, he attacked.

Plowing through yet another ceiling, Diana ripped a hole into a new level, rising higher so that Shayera could swoop in right after her.

However, she didn't go much further. All around her were a number of small ships, fighters if she wasn't mistaken. It seemed they had finally found a hangar. Her winged sister flew higher than her, surveying the area. "Oh, this is going to work just nicely," she called out.

Excellent. Diana was not one for prolonged retreating and forcing her way through floor after floor, and sometimes room after room, had gotten old quickly. She wanted to be able to stand her ground and face the very thing they had been fleeing.

Glancing down, the Amazon peered through the hole she had created, seeing no sign of the Kalanorian chasing them. She rather doubted they had shaken him off of their tail. While it was possible he could not fly, there were other ways up, though they would be roundabout rather than directly going up the number of holes that had been created in Diana's wake.

Drifting away from the hole in the off chance that strange power the Kalanorian wielded blasted through it, her eyes glanced up just in time to see the floor beneath one of the small fighter ships bulge upward before that very power ripped through the steel and sliced right into the vessel. A great explosion rang out, the force of it pushing both Diana and Shayera back through the air. Immediately, the dark-haired woman covered her face as she crossed her arms in front of her.

Flames engulfed the area, a thick smoke rising and gathering at the ceiling. Then, through the dancing fire, a figure emerged. Striding through the flames was the Kalanorian warrior, his purple aura protecting him from the heat and fire.

Well, that was certainly an entrance.

Suddenly, Shayera soared overhead, flying right for the Kalanorian, holding her mace at her side. Seeing this, the Kalanorian raised a hand up and fired a purple blast towards her. Immediately, the Thanagarian swooped to one side, avoiding the blast as she flew away, heading right for another fighter ship. She disappeared behind it, the Kalanorian stopping his attack abruptly so as not to damage the ship.

In the meantime, Diana charged forward, looking to take advantage of her foe's distraction. Unfortunately, the man was quite aware of her and merely raised his other hand up and fired another blast.

Diving to one side, the dark-haired woman went into a roll, ending up on her feet. However, as she rolled, she had pulled off her tiara and held it in one hand. The moment she was on her feet, she twisted her body so that she could hurl the tiara, the golden circlet spinning around as it flew directly at its target.

For whatever reason, the Kalanorian froze, the tiara slamming right into his face. A pained cry echoed from his mouth as his head jerked back, the man taking a couple steps to regain his balance. Meanwhile, her tiara ricocheted up into the air, arching high until it fell down to the floor, hitting with a sharp clank! It went rolling on its side, vanishing underneath one of the ships in the hangar.

Suddenly, Shayera had reappeared, once again flying directly for the Kalanorian. Unlike her previous attempt, she came at him from behind, which allowed her to smash her mace on the back of his head. This time, the Kalanorian took a stumbling step forward, crying out as he did so. His aura shuddered and flickered away, giving off the impression he was vulnerable.

With a backswing, the Thanagarian struck her foe's back with her mace again, causing him to flinch forward. Electricity suddenly crackled over the head of her mace as she completed her backswing before she swung again, once more landing a hit to her opponent's back, but this time knocking him off of his feet. The Kalanorian crashed onto his face on the floor, his feet flung over his head before collapsing to the ground.

Reaching up to the golden coils of her Lasso, Diana only hesitated for a moment as she considered if she should remove her only defense from mental intrusion to attack her fallen foe. Ideally, as long as she maintained contact with the Lasso of Truth, then she should be safe.

Regardless, it was a risk and she opted to do so. With a yank, the coils of her Lasso fell from her body. Raising her hand up, she began to wave it around in a circle, spinning the Lasso above her head. A couple of the coils were tightening around her hand, ensuring contact. Suddenly, she lashed out with the golden Lasso, sending one end flying towards the Kalanorian.

As she wanted, the rope attached itself to one of his arms, wrapping around it tightly. With both hands on the Lasso, Diana then yanked it to one side, pivoting on her heels as she began to spin around in a circle. The Kalanorian was jerked off the floor, flying around the Amazon as she continued to spin.

However, the purple-skinned man did not simply just fly around. No, he encountered an obstacle in the shape of a parked spacecraft. He slammed right into the side of it, disappearing into it before emerging out the opposite side, ripping a hole clean through it. He hit another, tearing right through it just like the previous one, shortly followed by a third ship.

Rising her arms up then, Diana then arched the Kalanorian high into the air before swinging him down, slamming him hard onto the floor. Yet, she was not done with him. Yanking on the Lasso, she pulled him right towards her, the Kalanorian flying headfirst through the air. Drawing a fist back, she then threw it forward, timing it perfectly to ram her punch right into his face. The Kalanorian's upper body came to an abrupt stop even as his lower body continued moving forward. This caused the alien to go flipping underneath Diana's extended arm, rotating feet over head until he collapsed onto the floor once more.

With a quick flick of her wrist, Diana retrieved her Lasso, rotating her arm in a circle as the coils wrapped around her body once more. Never once had they lost their golden glow. Once it was securely around her, the Amazon turned around to face her fallen foe.

Though one side of his face was beginning to swell, forcing the eye to shut, the Kalanorian's other eye burned with anger as it glared at her. Staying where he laid, he raised a hand up, gathering his power to blast her.

Right up until Shayera came flying in, swinging her mace. This time, she struck the man's hand, the sound of bones cracking and snapping filling the air. The Kalanorian howled as he immediately snatched his injured hand back, clutching at it with his other hand.

Calmly, Diana approached the writhing man. He didn't seem to notice her approach, not until she was standing right in front of him. He only tilted his head up to glare at her.

By then, the Amazon had raised one foot up, and then stomped it down. Her foot hit the back of his head and forced him face down to the floor with a loud bang! His entire body jerked from the blow before he went limp. His aura began to face until it completely vanished. Standing there with one foot on his head, Diana held her position before slowly stepping back.

That was when Shayera landed next to her. "Think we got him?" she asked.

"I certainly hope so," Diana replied. "I don't rather care to keep fighting a man with a broken hand and skull."

There had been strong tremors rocking this ginormous spaceship. They appeared quite suddenly and vanished almost as quickly.

That told Black Lightning there was a big fight somewhere and it most likely was going down with one of the founding Justice League members. Natural instinct was to avoid where this battle was, but instead, he and Vixen and Kilowog were heading right for it. If they could reunite with one of their comrades, all the better.

Naturally, the Kalanorians weren't going to make it easy.

There were a few of them, a couple standing, a couple kneeling, all of them firing plasma rifles towards them. Black Lightning took cover around a corner, losing sight of Vixen, wherever she had gone. Kilowog merely raised a hand up and formed a shield construct. The plasma beams pelted the green shield, but left no lasting damage.

Immediately, Kilowog willed his construct down the corridor, slamming into each and every Kalanorian. Like a plow, it gathered up each gunman, shoving them across the floor as it collected another of their comrades until they were crushed against the wall at the end of the hallway.

As Kilowog allowed his construct to fade away, Black Lightning darted out from behind his cover, gathering electricity into one hand. Raising it up, he fired a brief blast, one to shock and put a quick end to whatever resistance the Kalanorians had.

Suddenly, up ahead, one of the walls burst apart, Vixen shoving a Kalanorian through the freshly-made hole until she slammed him into the wall opposite of the one she had broken through. Clearly she was using an animal with incredible strength, which one was unknown. As she crushed her opponent against the wall, she pulled back to allow him to crumple at her feet.

"Nicely down, Poozer!" Kilowog called out.

"You know, you're going to have to tell me what that means one of these days," Vixen said as she turned to face the Bolovaxian.

"Oh, that's easy. It means useless rookie," he explained joyfully.

Black Lighting gave the Green Lantern an incredulous look. He was seriously calling Vixen a…what did the young kids call it? Oh right, a noob. He was seriously calling her a noob.

Vixen narrowed her eyes. "Useless?" she repeated with an edge in her voice.

"Not anymore you're not!" Kilowog praised, clearly oblivious to the woman's irritation. "Now I call you that out of irony. Like John told me, it's like calling a tall person Shorty. Not sure what that means, but I mean it with love."

O…kay. So there was some irony there, but clearly it was incidental rather than intentional. It was better to let it lie, he supposed.

"And the rookie bit?" Vixen pressed. Clearly she wasn't going to let it lie.

"Everyone is a rookie compared to me! I've been doing this for decades now!" Kilowog pounded a fist to his chest. "In fact, I train a lot of the newer Lanterns, including John! Now, you want to talk about a Poozer!"

Vixen shared a look to Black Lightning. He just shrugged his shoulders. What more could one really say about this? He himself had only been working for a number of years. If Kilowog had been at this as long as he claimed, everyone was a rookie in his eyes and it would be hard to argue that he was wrong.

If there was anything to say, another violent tremor shaking the ship prevented it from being voiced. "It's getting stronger," the dark-skinned man remarked. "I think we're getting close."

Vixen raised a hand up to her totem, sniffing the air a moment later. "This way!" she announced before she took off down the hallway. Black Lightning and Kilowog gave chase, making a right turn before they reached the soldiers crumpled at the end of the hall.

Vixen was pulling away from them surprisingly even as Black Lightning ran full out. She barely slowed down as she made a left turn. Reaching the turn several seconds later, he and Kilowog came to an abrupt stop as they found their comrade standing in front of a set of double doors. There were sounds, loud bangs and screams that were coming from behind it.

"I…I don't think we should go in there," Vixen said, sounding as if she were just talking out loud, but she had to know the two men were behind her. "I'm sensing…something not right behind these doors."

"I don't think we have a choice," Black Lightning responded. "If there is some Kalanorian secret weapon, we have to destroy it. If it's J'onn, or the others, we have to help them."

"If you would allow me," Kilowog spoke.

Stepping between the two, the Bolovaxian held his ring hand up, his arm hovering over Vixen's head. A beam fired from his ring, forming what looked like the head of a pair of needle-head pliers. They shoved right into the crease between the two doors. Then Kilowog spread them apart, using them like the Jaws of Life to shove each door to one side.

That's when they were greeted with flashing white light and purple flames.

J'onn fired his Martian Vision, hot white beams racing towards a charging Despero. The Kalanorian merely raised an arm up, the beams landing against his forearm. However, instead of being blasted back, his Martian Vision appeared ineffective, Despero's purple aura shielding him as he pressed forward, rapidly closing the distance between them.

And then the giant Kalanorian swung a fist at him. J'onn ended his Martian Vision as he jerked backwards, leaning his head back as far as he could as he avoided the punch. He felt a breeze as the fist passed right in front of his nose.

Then came the second punch, one aimed right for his abdomen. Again, J'onn backpedaled as he avoided the blow, watching as it curved upwards into an uppercut that also missed. He then dove to one side as he expected Despero to lunge forward with his shoulder in an attempt to ram into him, which he did.

As Despero passed by him, J'onn fired his Martian Vision once again, hitting the Kalanorian on the back. Despero flinched as he went ramrod straight.

But then he swung an arm, twisting his body so that he nailed J'onn in the face with a backhanded blow. Immediately, the Martian felt himself be thrown across the room, spinning as he did so, spit flying out of his mouth. He lost his sight for a moment, seeing all black until he collided with the floor. He bounced off of it once before landing again, sliding across the floor until he came to a stop.

As much as he would have liked to lay there and recover, the green-skinned man felt vibrations through the floor. They were growing stronger with every passing second; in fact, he could hear them. They were clearly footsteps and heavy ones at that.

Shoving himself up, J'onn turned his head, wincing from the searing sensation he felt in his face. He saw Despero once more, charging at him like a raging bull.

His Martian Vision was proving to be useless against the Flame of Py'tar protecting the Kalanorian leader. Because of the flame-like aura, he did not dare touch it, so close-quarters combat was not advisable. His phobia towards fire was screaming at him to stay away. So what options did that leave him?

Only one that he could think of.

Eyes flashing a bright orange, J'onn unleashed a psychic attack, hoping to obtain an advantage that way. The only result he received was Despero suddenly wincing, taking an awkward step that caused him to stumble. For only a moment, it seemed as if his aura wavered.

It was far less than what he had hoped.

As unfortunate as it was, he had no choice but to engage in hand-to-hand combat, even if his baser instincts were telling him not to. Clasping both of his hands together, he changed their density, hardening them until they were solid metal. Remaining crouched, he held his clasped metal hands by his hip, watching as Despero closed in on him, visibly trying to shake off the telepathic attack in mid-stride.

With a yell, J'onn launched himself off of the floor and towards his foe. Swinging his clasped hands, he nailed the despot on his side. He fought to ignore the burning sensation he felt, stinging him even through the metal composition of his hands. The force of his blow, however, diverted the Kalanorian forcing him to stumble by the Martian.

Twisting his body around, J'onn held up his clasped hands and then extended his arms, firing them like a rocket. His attack slammed into Despero, picking him off of the floor and shoving him through the air until he crashed into a wall. Quickly, J'onn pulled his arms back, returning them to their normal, fleshy selves, dropping each one to his sides.

Suddenly, the flames of Py'tar erupted where Despero had collided with the wall. The flames spread out quite a distance, causing the Martian to back away so as not to be caught in them.

He…he needed to stop those flames. They were terrorizing in their own right, but he knew from experience that they increased Despero's power substantially. The last time he had encountered it, it had been within the tyrant's head. If he were to enter his mind, he could possibly cut off the connection once more.

In fact, that was most likely his only option.

Orange eyes glowing again, J'onn reached out to connect with Despero's mind, forcing his way in. Before his eyes, the battle arena began to change, rippling out from Despero. The masonry of a stone temple began to appear, replacing the ship like a rolling tide.

Then suddenly, J'onn felt himself be rejected, shoved away by Despero. The image of the temple receded back to the Kalanorian until the large room was all there was.

"No, not this time," Despero said lowly. "You will not re-enter my mind, Martian. I will not lose my connection with Py'tar again."

The Kalanorian leader had realized what he was doing. This was not good.

For a moment, Despero seemed to hesitate. "I sense that you are trying to subdue me without killing me. That, you will find, is a mistake on your part. If you wished to overwhelm my mind, you are better off trying to shut it down in one quick, powerful surge. Of course, you know as well as I do that such a tactic cannot work, not when the target is fully focused. You know I will never not be focused on you. I will not stop until you are bleeding and broken at my feet, no matter what you do. Your eyebeams, your telepathy, your strength—I will render each and every one of them useless. And then I will break your mind."

Unfortunately, Despero was well on his way to succeeding in that. He had rendered his Martian Vision ineffective. His strength was still an option, but he knew he was holding back due to the flame of Py'tar surrounding him. That only left his telepathy, and the mental shutdown Despero suggested only worked on those unsuspecting of such an attack. Despero himself had done the same thing to him during the Kalanorian Invasion, leading to his capture.

He rather doubted he would get an opportunity to do the same here.

Despero then took a step towards him and then another. He only stopped when J'onn took a step back. "I've already shown you one new attack," the space tyrant proclaimed. "Now allow me to show you another."

Raising his hands, his flame-like aura began to swirl before his hands. J'onn only had time to widen his eyes before a fiery blast was fired towards him. Immediately, he dove to one side, taking to flight as he flew as fast as he could.

As Despero's blast flew by where he had previously been standing, the Kalanorian began to turn his body, firing blast after blast after the fleeing Martian. Each one missed him, thankfully, but they were drawing closer, almost as if the despot wanted him to go in that direction. He was trying to corner him.

Suddenly, Despero let out a strangled cry, his body seizing. Looking to him, J'onn was surprised to see what looked like a bolt of electricity striking him on his back. The pain Despero felt was clearly written on his face.

The moment it stopped, the Kalanorian whipped his head around, snarling. Slowing to a stop so that he could follow his foe's attention, J'onn spotted Black Lighting on one knee, holding both of his hands up, clearly the source of the lightning bolt. Behind him was Vixen—who assumed a stance, ready for a fight—and Kilowog, power ring glowing and ready.

Yet, this offered a prime opportunity. Despero was clearly distracted and he had literally handed the Martian the way to defeat him.

"If you wished to overwhelm my mind, you are better off trying to shut it down in one quick, powerful surge."

Taking the Kalanorian's advice, J'onn gathered every last shred of his considerable telepathic power. Then he unleashed it much like he had felt Despero do so very long ago.

Like he had done to the Tamaranean Galfore not too long ago.

It was fast and sudden. In an instant he was in the Kalanorian's mind. He overwhelmed the man's senses, causing the mind to go into self-preservation mode and shut down. Faintly, he felt surprise from Despero before he was thrust deep into unconsciousness.

The physical result was instant. As Despero stood sneering at the members of the Justice League, he suddenly fell forward like a marionette that had its strings severed. As he collapsed, his aura wavered and dissipated, Despero falling out of it as it rose into the air, burning itself out until it was no longer visible. With a heavy thud, he hit the floor, lying there limply.

There were eyes blinking owlishly from Vixen and Black Lightning as they stared at the fallen Kalanorian. "Uhh, what…what happened?" Vixen asked.

"I took his advice and shut his mind down," J'onn answered as he landed back on the floor, calmly walking towards the despot. Staring down at the man, he remarked, "He should be out of it for some time."

"Long enough to get power dampeners on him, I hope," Black Lightning responded.

"I will ensure it." J'onn then looked up to his comrades. "I believe it is time that we went home."