In an unknown swamp somewhere in the cosmos, the Destruction Legion has been watching the movements on Earth and has naturally witnessed most of the members of the Justice League emerge from beneath Gotham City Hall.
"It seems the Laughing Bat has failed again." Brainiac said to Luthor beside him, in the dimly lit room, both their bald heads glowing faintly.
The alien had no special intention, just blandly stating this fact.
Luthor was equally unsurprised, watching his team members surround Papetua as he fiddled with a special little box.
"As expected, the Laughing Bat didn't go all out; he was simply probing Batman, and as it turns out, Batman has become more terrifying since the Joker died. The Troublemaker couldn't fool them, and things have taken a turn from our expectations."
Brainiac drifted to the side, clutching his arms: "Although Batman infected with Joker Poison is quite good, I must say, it's merely human intelligence."
Luthor chuckled: "You can't expect every human to have intelligence as high as mine, not even Batman."
"The World Forger plans to reshape a multiverse in the Sixth Dimension to conceal the truth, but I still prefer the Fourth Dimension. Perhaps it wasn't the truth before, but I think we can make it the truth."
Brainiac also simulated a smile, merely activating a few circuits, sending some signals to mimic expressions, always appearing with a deceptive smile.
Though it had no skin, only liquid metal, its flesh was the same, with nothing but circuits or pipelines beneath its metal shell.
Luthor shrugged with a helpless gesture, asking Brainiac not to force expressions:
"Indeed laughable, does the World Forger think he can deceive anyone? Papetua? Or us, who hold the Door Handle of Destruction? His actions are meaningless and have drawn the Seven Invincible Warriors, who excel in handling dimensional issues, to deal with him. I guess this must be Deathstroke's idea, Batman dislikes seeking help from the Magic Realm because it's unscientific, something he cannot comprehend."
The Alien Green Man withdrew his smile, merely cutting off some signal transmissions, returning to the original state of liquid metal:
"I also cannot comprehend the principles of magic, but if they are viewed as variables, simulating the upper and lower limits of their effects first, then putting them in conventional calculations isn't a problem. Magic isn't an illogical force; it still follows certain rules on some level."
Luthor nodded ambiguously, recognizing it's indeed impossible for a soulless machine to understand magic. However, despite not knowing magic himself, he remains the smartest human, so none of this is important:
"Circe says the Earth's strongest warlock now is Zatanna, next is Albella, and then herself. I suspect she's unaware of Deathstroke's situation; he's probably planning to purge remnants of her Hecate Witchcraft."
"We've observed them for a long time, Deathstroke indeed is just a mortal, as you said. In fact, he should have killed Diana, taking away half of the residual energy of Hecate within her... that might have made him a genuine caster, not the half-baked one he is now, his choice isn't the most optimal solution for maximizing benefits."
Brainiac floated like a pillar, its speaking tone unchanged.
Luthor placed his box on a nearby platform, reaching under to reveal a projection keyboard, swiftly typing codes:
"This is humanity; this is how emotions limit people, even cold-blooded mercenaries aren't exceptions, fortunately, I won't let hormones interfere with my judgment."
"What do you plan to do with this thing?" Brainiac focused its attention on Luthor's actions.
"Things have changed, so naturally we must adjust our plan. Originally, we intended for Bat Mite and the Troublemaker to swap, but now, he has another use."
Luthor gave a mysterious smile, finishing typing the final codes, and various defense barriers on the round platform began to glow, not only did a cage made of Black Diamond descend from the air, Brainiac's mind-control mechanical octopus also flew over.
Subsequently, Luthor raised his armor: "Now, open sesame."
Saying this, he opened the box in his hand.
Boom!
A puff of smoke exploded from the box, like the entrance of a cartoon character, a small black shadow jumped out of the box.
"Here comes Batman's die-hard fan! I am the Dark Knight Bat Mite from the Five-dimensional World! Oops! (⊙o⊙)!"
Before finishing his words, he bumped his head on the top of the Black Diamond Cage, his expression exaggerated like a cartoon character, his eyes were bulging out and his mouth gaping like Edvard Munch's 'The Scream' portrait.
He stood up clutching his head, still sucking in cheek hollows, looking up to find not only was not Batman beside him but a group of villains surrounding him.
He immediately wanted to activate his Five-dimensional abilities to escape, but Luthor was well-prepared, how could he let him escape?
All countermeasures against Five-dimensional abilities that the Justice League could think of, he used, and he himself had some exclusive patents, prepared precisely for occasions like today.
If conditions allowed, he might even have started a project to clone Five-dimensional People.
"Hello there, Bat Mite, aren't you thrilled to see me?"
In Bat Mite's eyes, Luthor's friendly smiling face was no different from a demon, but no matter how he tried to activate his abilities, they seemed like mud into the sea, with no reaction at all.