Justice League Dark: Apokolips War

Rebmemer...

Remember, John.

Remember.

Remember what?

That I love you.

Didn't think that was in doubt, Zee.

I just wanted to say it,

- before... - Before nothing.

The League will sort this out

and we'll be havin' pints by sundown.

Or whatever that is 'round here.

I'm glad you joined the League.

I'm here for you, luv.

Just don't ask me to wear a cape.

All Justice League members, report to the hangar, now.

Way to cock-block, Batsy.

Well...

time to go.

Thank you for responding so quickly.

Some of you already know what this is about,

but I wanted to get the new members up to speed.

This is Apokolips,

home world of Darkseid,

a power-mad despot

who has orchestrated two attempted invasions of Earth,

the first of which resulted in the formation of the Justice League.

The second one, an attack from within our ranks

by Cyborg Superman and his cyber force.

- -

Raven, what's wrong?

It's nothing.

This image was taken by surveillance

ten hours ago on the edge of the solar system.

Apokolips phased into our dimension

and released stealth drones,

then phased out again.

This can only be looked at as a prelude to war.

Darkseid aims to conquer the Earth

and crush it under his heel.

Regular Churchill, he is.

Look, I know the guy's a genocidal maniac,

but are we sure those are his immediate plans?

Or something he'll try in like a thousand years?

These are images from worlds that Darkseid has conquered.

Our intel shows

that he's now sent his elite guard

and the Furies to act

as an occupying force

to thwart any resistance.

I want to make this perfectly clear.

We are facing an existential threat

to the planet.

We can't wait for Darkseid to make the first move.

That could mean the end of us.

We have to attack.

It's a tough job.

Aside from the big bad,

this place is jam-packed with those Parademons.

The League's faced them before.

We know these are their weak spots.

With our combined force, we can cut through them.

Then, I'll do what needs to be done.

This is madness.

There's always a deal to be made.

Let's at least send an envoy to Apokolips.

No!

Darkseid created a monster that nearly killed me.

What chance would humanity have?

Our only option is to destroy him.

That means Earth could be ground zero in a world war.

Look, I know some of you

don't believe the visions I had about the Flashpoint, but...

a truly global war

means death and destruction on a scale you cannot imagine.

Everyone on the planet is at risk,

everyone we care about.

- Flash is right. - John.

Sure, this guy deserves killing,

but you can't kick this hornet's nest

like everyone on Earth is bulletproof.

Look, I won't ask you to give anything more than I do.

But this isn't up for discussion.

We're going to stop Darkseid

once and for all.

Here's how we do it.

The main team will attack

through this entryway on Apokolips.

Members of the Titans shall remain on Earth

as a home guard.

With the Furies and his elite guard off-world,

and only Parademons to guard him,

Darkseid will be vulnerable to attack.

Honey, please get somewhere safe.

Clark, I have a job, just like you.

I may not be able to fight this war, but I can report the story.

Stop worrying.

Just promise to be as careful as you can.

I will.

Now go save the world.

I love you.

I know.

Nervous?

Nah.

Could use a ciggie, though.

Preparing Javelin for inter-dimensional portal.

I got this, Bats.

Sit back and relax.

Booyah.

Lovely.

- - Picking up lifeform readings coming at us.

But they're too big to be Parademons.

Then what the hell are those things?

Bollocks.

[heroic instrumental music playing]

Bollocks.

And that's the last of the Glen Luffa.

The Glens are full of whiskey,

I mean, lots of whiskey.

Ooh. Ah.

The "H"s are gonna be a breeze after the "G"s.

Too many bloody "Glens."

You hear that?

Still cryin' in your beer, eh?

Eat yer heart out!

Hello, my old friend, Glen Magoogan.

We need him.

We're doomed.

John Constantine.

I'm glad we found you.

Find yer own pub.

We're drinking our way through this one.

In fact, the whole street's ours, pub-wise, so sod off.

John, it's me.

Clark Kent.

You knew me as Superman.

Oh, it is you.

I thought you'd snuffed it.

Oh, bloody hell!

Now you've done it.

John, wait.

We're not here to fight.

You come to the wrong place, then.

Azarath Metrion...

Stop!

- -

Stop it!

Quit playin' around, boy scout! Smash 'em!

I can't!

Bloody useless, both of you.

A little help would be nice.

Ugh!

Bloody nuisance.

- - Last call, asshole.

And I'm sober again.

Magic can be such a bitch.

Gift from Darkseid?

Liquid Kryptonite...

to keep me from ever being a threat.

So he let you live

to wander about demoralizing everyone.

Impressive.

- - Stop it, please.

She gets like this, sometimes.

I will exact vengeance on you, daughter!

Release me,

ungrateful spawn of mine!

That's what she hears all the time.

No wonder she's always in pain,

and her healing powers don't work.

John,

where are you going? We have...

A plan to save the world, right?

And this time it will definitely work.

Bugger off, Clarkie.

I told you he was a waste of time.

All cowards are.

I didn't lead us all into a massacre!

You did!

Zatanna was a hero who fought bravely.

But where were you when she needed you most?

Ah, piss off, both of you.

Zatanna would want you to hear us out.

Below the belt, boy scout.

More Parademons will be by.

Come with if you want.

Or not.

What about you, Etrigan?

Ugh! Whatever.

Love what you've done with the place.

What better metaphor for merry old England today?

Drink?

You can use the good glasses.