Justice League: War

New insight on the rash of terrifying abductions plaguing Gotham City.

Warning: This footage may be too mature for younger audiences.

Is this the mysterious Batman who's been spotted in Gotham?

Uh, stop it, Max. Too scary.

I'm the Batman, Charlie. I've come to suck your blood.

Hey, come on. Stop the bus, damn it.

Going somewhere, buddy?

All right. You wanna dance? Let's dance.

Your move, precious.

No, no. Don't. Crap.

Going UP-

- You saved me. - Sure did.

- The name is... - What's the catch?

- What? - What's it gonna cost me?

You're welcome, lady.

And how am I supposed to get down from here now?

Now, where did my creepy crawly get to?

High-tech armor, huh?

You're gonna have to do better than that.

Okay, that was better.

What were you doing at the docks? I want answers.

Batman?

You're real?

Turn it off.

- I had him. - Clearly.

Now, turn off the damn light before they see us.

Before who sees us?

This is Gotham P.D. Put your hands in the air.

- Put your hands in the air. - They don't like us much.

The world's afraid of us.

- You say that like it's a good thing. - It's necessary.

Move.

Take your glow stick and go home. Gotham's mine.

- No, see, this entire space sector is my beat. - Uh-huh.

I'm serious. I'm Green Lantern, damn it.

What the hell did you do? - Cool.

So, what's it doing in Gotham?

Witnesses spotted this thing trying to plant some kind of bomb downtown.

When the cops confronted it, it spewed fire from its mouth.

Yeah, I noticed, but fire is no problem for me.

As I was saying, Green Lantern can do anything.

Except shut up, apparently.

Wow, someone forgot to take their Tru Blood tonight.

- I'm not a vampire. - Seriously?

I thought with the darkness and the vanishing, and the, what, super strength?

No.

Can you fly? - In a plane.

Wait, you're not just some guy in a bat costume, are you?

Are you freaking kidding me?

What, nobody asked you to prom...

so now you dress as a bat and prowl around your parents' basement?

What's this do?

Huh?

No buttons. I assume it works off concentration.

How did you do that?

You weren't concentrating.

- You won't do that again. - Unless I want to.

That's it. Let's rumba, spooky.

Shh.

Hold fast. We need more info.

- Bull crap. That's a bomb and he just armed it. - Lantern, wait.

For Darkseid.

- Darkseid? What's that, a band? - Some kind of death cry.

It wanted to take us with it. All to protect this.

I'm on it. Ring, scan and identify.

Initiating scan.

Processing.

- Unable to identify. - That's impossible.

The ring knows what the Guardians know and the Guardians know everything.

It doesn't scan like a bomb. More like an alien computer.

Alien? Like the guy in Metropolis?

Superman.

- You've met him? - No.

But I've researched him.

- His power levels are... - Not gonna be a problem for me.

We'll see.

In the meantime, we need to know more about this thing.

Nothing on the markings or the design, Sarah?

No, Dr. Stone.

Dozens of tests and we're still unable to learn a single thing.

We know less now than when the Flash brought it to us days ago.

Maybe we'll catch a break with the metal scan.

You've been working around the clock on this, Silas.

Perhaps if you got some rest.

I'll rest when we know what this device is...

and why that creature needed it planted in Central City.

Now, what do we know?

It's broadcasting some kind of signal.

And we've tracked similar signals emitting from Coast City, Gotham and Metropolis.

Then it's talking to someone.

I should take this.

Hi, Dr. Stone. I figured I'd see if you had information...

regarding the device I left with you. Slow down, son. I can barely understand you.

Yeah, I get that sometimes.

We lost the creature. It seemed engineered to fall apart.

- I see. Any further data on the device? Nothing yet.

I should know more in a few hours. BARRY: All right, I'll check back with you then.

Flash, I can't help but suspect I'm speaking to a fellow scientist.

I'll catch up with you later, Dr. Stone.

Burritos are here.

Can't even do that quickly. Where's my extra salsa?

Finally. About time.

Way to take the "fast" out of fast food, Barry.

Hey, guys, someone took mine by mistake. Chimichanga.

Guys?

Tickets. Let's see your tickets.

My dad's got the tickets.

You mean, your granddad?

Uh, yeah. What did I say?

- And one for your grandson? - What?

Hey.

Big man, you all right?

What's the play, Vic?

Here's what we're gonna do.

Gun, dice right yo-yo. Scat, right Y option on hart.

Break.

Admiral. Admiral, check brown ox. Thirty buffalo. River.

Red, 98, hut, hut.

Next stop, the nationals.

Ha, ha. Vic Stone is the bomb.

These freaks cost America over $100 million in property damage.

Who's gonna pay for that? Us regular people, that's who.

Diana, wait.

It's Wonder Woman. It's her.

- Someone do something. - Oh, great.

I am Diana of Paradise Island.

Tell me who you speak of, and by Zeus, they will taste my steel.

You've gathered to protest me?

You, what is your problem with me?

You want the truth?

You swing that sword with a smile and you scare normal people.

And you dress like a whore.

This is not your truth. The Lasso compels you.

Now tell us your truth.

I cross-dress in a Wonder Woman outfit. It makes me feel powerful.

Embrace your truth, my friend.

My outfit makes me feel powerful too.

We better get going.

Yes, off to see this president you speak of.

Dad, it's just me.

Hey, I know how busy you are. I just really thought you'd keep your promise this time.

By the way, we won tonight. Talk to you later. I love you.

- Played a hell of a game today, Victory. - We're grabbing a slice. You down?

No, I gotta go see my dad.

Hey, you were in my dad's seat.

Didn't look like he was using it.

You see a kid run through here?

Hmm.

- Thanks for that. - Yeah, don't sweat it.

Awesome game today.

Superstar QB Victory Stone brings in the win single-handedly.

Ah. No, not quite.

What do you mean? You threw that last touchdown pass, like, 43 yards.

Doesn't matter if there's not someone on the other end to make the catch.

Must be nice to trust someone else that much.

Hey, I should go. Nice meeting you, Victory.

- Tell your dad he's got some great seats. - Yeah, I will.

Hey, Where's my...?

- Son of a... - Yes.

Victory. Victory.

Superman's close.

- I've been tracking his flight path. - Pfft.

On what? Your own satellite?

- I was kidding. You have a satellite? Here he comes.

First one to the building is...

Ugh, I really hate that guy.

Wait here. I got this.