>>5679150You then tell the red-suited man how Nabu had hired Lobo to try and kill you and your son years ago, and that the two of you have been hunting him since after beating Lobo. Which widens the man's eyes even further, glancing over to the one called Superman.
“Yeah, the same Lobo who captured the Kryptonian. He nearly killed both of us, on that bastard's orders.” you say, gesturing back towards Nabu's body. As you do, you see the woman's body still there, and for a moment feel kind of bad for her. Tricked by a god, her free will stolen and used as a meat shield for a god too weak to get his own hands dirty. “When we leave and time resumes, get her medical assistance immediately. If you're fast enough, she should probably survive this.”
“Let me check.” your son says, turning away from the now crystal-free group and bringing his tome back to hand, looking the woman over. “Yes, her life force is weakened, but she's strong enough to pull through with medical aid.”
“Great. Help her, then let these others know why we came here. You can do that for us, can't you?” you ask, the man barely managing a nod. It is incredibly slow, as if trying to nod through heavy gravity, but he gives you one.
“Time's up.” Kars suddenly <span class="mu-i">thinks</span> to you, then before you can react, time resumes. Well, shit.
“-lication to joi-Flash?!” Superman says, continuing what he'd been saying before shouting, rising up to his feet as the red suited man disappears in a blur, blitzing out of the room past your son and grabbing the woman's body on the way. “Karn? What are you doing here? Where's Dr. Fate? And who is that?”
“Kars? What's going on?” you <span class="mu-i">think</span> back, but get no response from the Kai. So you sigh out, addressing the Kryptonain and his allies directly yourself. Who all have risen out of their seats after seeing the headless god's corpse, looking ready for battle. All except the black-cloaked man, who remains seated. “It's kind of a long story.”
“Short version is this bastard was the cowardly god hiding out inside that golden helmet.” your son tells them, turning and walking over to stand beside you. “And he almost murdered me and my father.”
Various “huh”s and “what”s are exclaimed, but the only one who doesn't seem the least bit surprised is the dark cloaked man. Who simply presses his fingertips together, elbows resting on the table as he says a single word.
“Elaborate.”
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