In A Broken-Down Shack In The Middle of Slaughter Swamp

[jla_villains]

No, man. I told you already - the wizard heroes can't scan this place. Ley lines or some shit like that. They raid it every so often just to try and keep us down, but we just scatter before they show - same as with the Injustice Gang satellite or the Lexcorp tunnelworks or that bar in Vanity or all the other places we hang.

Fucking Trickster

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[jla_villains]

I only built it. I didn't use it. Don't get Slade on my case about it, Mahko - I've got enough to deal with. Besides, I don't know how Prometheus got it. That was a lab prototype. For emergencies.

[jla_villains]

God, what a spineless weasel.

Woodrue - where's the bar?

[jla_villains]

Where it always is, Merlyn. I do not tend bar here simply because the Green is strong in these parts.

He waves idly at an ancient, enormous icebox, frozen in place by Killer Frost, stuffed with beer and liquor.

[jla_villains]

She gives the bowman an appraising look, reaches into the icebox and tosses him a can.

[jla_villains]

He's already half-turned away, but he still catches it without even looking back. Yeah, he's heard stories about Phobia. Not. Going. There.