On the front steps of the JSA Brownstone
He hasn't removed his trenchcoat yet - I mean, come on, tradition demands he keep the facade up until the last possible moment, and this man is nothing if not a lover of tradition. It's one of the reasons he's here. The JSA are a great tradition. It'll be a privilege to smash their faces in, a privilege to traumatize them.
He idly wonders if he can get a tooth or two. He's thinking about starting a collection of hero-teeth. Just to scare the peons on his side of the fence, you understand.
Anyway. Luthor isn't paying him to sit idly - he wants this to look good, and so it shall be. One click on the remote disrupter in his pocket, and suddenly the Brownstone's communication facilities will be completely shut down to the outside world - and most importantly the Oracle - and teleportation will be impossible for five kilometers from the emanation point.
It's more than he needs.
He slides his quantum nightstick out from his sleeve and almost lazily swings it at the front door. It shatters into a thousand pieces.
He idly wonders if he can get a tooth or two. He's thinking about starting a collection of hero-teeth. Just to scare the peons on his side of the fence, you understand.
Anyway. Luthor isn't paying him to sit idly - he wants this to look good, and so it shall be. One click on the remote disrupter in his pocket, and suddenly the Brownstone's communication facilities will be completely shut down to the outside world - and most importantly the Oracle - and teleportation will be impossible for five kilometers from the emanation point.
It's more than he needs.
He slides his quantum nightstick out from his sleeve and almost lazily swings it at the front door. It shatters into a thousand pieces.