Bruce looked at the third figure in the room. Diana stood by the shattered window, her golden lasso glowing with a dim, rhythmic pulse. She didn't look at the map; she looked at the horizon, where a single, dark silhouette descended through the clouds. "He’s here," she whispered.
A blur of yellow lightning crackled across the floor as Barry Allen skidded to a halt. His suit was held together by scrap metal and prayer. "The Parademons are breaching the lower perimeter. Arthur is holding the line at the seawall, but he’s losing water." Watch Justice League 2021
Bruce Wayne adjusted the cowl of his desert-worn tactical suit. Beside him, a holographic map flickered, projected from Cyborg’s remaining functional arm. Victor Stone’s metallic face was scarred, his glowing red eye the only steady light in the room. Bruce looked at the third figure in the room