"We're late" Superman groaned as he and the Flash zipped to the Hall of Justice.
"And?" Barry retorted.
"And I'm never late. You'd think the fastest two men on Earth would be able to make it to a meeting on time," Superman said in his reporter voice.
"I'm sure Wally is already there, so that's one of the fastest two on time, so that just leaves me. And wherever you rank," The Flash said matter-of-factly, with a wry smile as he glanced toward Superman.
"You know, we need to have that race," Superman replied.
"Wally, Me, Bart, Jessie, Johnny..." Barry listed. "You'd probably finish sixth or seventh."
"SIXTH OR SEVENTH HUH?"
"Well it depends if Jay runs or not."
"I'm certainly faster than a senior citizen wearing a tin colander for a hat..."
At that moment, Bane stood on the steps of the Hall, bulked out from Venom and ready to strike the heroes on their way to the meeting.
"You locos going to die now," he shouted as he lunged toward the Man of Steel.
Within a thousandth of a second, Superman recoiled, but it was too late for him. The Flash had already pulled the Venom hose from Bane's armor and used the hose to detain the criminal.
Batman burst through the doors to the Hall ready for a fight, but realized he, too, wasn't needed to handle his longtime enemy.
"Batman, you might call your pal Gordon and send Loco here to Arkham," The Flash announced.
"And Superman, like I said, sixth or seventh," he said, still flashing that signature wry smile.
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