Can you enlighten me more? I remember only little about the phantom zone, and eager to hear your take about it.

Great questions. I wanted to have the whole crew vote to send the lunatic to the phantom zone. The phantom zone would be a safe place for the Lunatic to reside in while they find an alternative plan. Everyone wants to protect their identities, even if the names are not connected. An individual like Lex Luther can deduce which names are the correct ones, starting with Clark Kent then Bruce Wayne and so on. As for the Martian Manhunter, he was reading the mind of the lunatic. Somehow the lunatic's powers hint towards psychic abilities of the mind, and he was able to swap consciousness with Martian Manhunter. Now imagine an individual hellbent on revealing the names of the greatest superheroes with phasing and mind reading powers.

At the Justice League Watchtower’s meeting room, the air in the room had urgency. No one knew how to handle Arkham’s latest patient who was a little too knowledgeable about the identities of the world’s greatest meta humans. This is the first time a criminal was allowed inside the Watchtower’s meeting room, but not without supervision, and what better supervisor than the man of steel himself? Wonder Woman couldn’t take it, as it’s been a moment since John let the squad know what’s going on. He was reading the mind of the prisoner, trying to discover on how the lunatic knew their names.

“We need to take him to the Phantom Zone.” Wonder Woman said. This wasn’t the first time it was said, but the Flash was quick to defend.

“I still don’t think it’s right.”

“It’s still odd that he has our names.” Supes said.

“We can’t let him out of here.” Wonder Woman said.

“Plenty of people know our identities,” Batman jumped in, “why would we lock someone in for knowing it.”

“Because it’s people that we trust that know.”

“I for one won’t care if mine come out. Trust me, plenty of our enemies know our identities. Even the Joker knows mine.”

“You don’t understand, Bats.” The Flash said, “I have a family. I need to keep my identity safe. Otherwise people will get hurt.”

“I have Lois, Bruce. We saw what happened in the other world when Lois died. I can’t allow that to happen.”

“Where’s Green Lantern in all of this?”

“He’s out.”

“I propose that we put this to a vote.”

The League votes, everyone except Bruce Wayne in favor.

“Looks like we’ve come to an agreement. Sorry Bruce.” The Flash said. As if the Martian Manhunter heard the vote, he joins in.

“Ah. Welcome back Jo-”

“Oh. No. I’m not John. This is the lunatic that you just voted to go into the Phantom Zone.” He fades through the Watchtower, leaving his old body lifeless.

“I’m on him.” Superman said before dashing and leaping out of the bay of the watchtower. Everyone looks at Batman for what to do.

“Glad that I made those contingency plans now?”

That does make sense!

Thank you for reading!

Thank you. I have the same feeling as well, I think later on, I'll find out :)

“I’m not demeaning your work, but you’re doing a horrid job at maintaining the infrastructure. And I’ve met plenty of groomed trolls who don’t smell like you.”

“How dare you. I put lots of sweat into this bridge.”

“I sweat too, but the difference here is that I take a bath once in while. I admire your passion, but we need to change it up a little.”

“What do you mean?”

“No more tolls. We’ll pay you on behalf of the kingdom.”

“But I like the Troll Toll rhyme.”

“I like it too, but we have to think about the big picture. The more we don’t charge for roads, the better. A citizen should be able to travel the roads to spend money at local businesses.”

“That makes sense.”

“It’s nothing against you or how you run things. I find myself admiring your work, just not your stench.”

“I’ll take a bath.”

“You’ll find that you’ll attract more females with that attitude.”

“I don’t want to attend a meeting from that corporate a-hole.”

“I don’t want to either, but we have to attend we want to maintain the sponsorships.”

“We’re the good guys though. Why can’t they just pay us?”

“Look, if we want to keep our cozy lair, then we’ll have to listen to whatever the UberDude says.”

“Fine.”

“You’ll just zone out in this meeting anyways.”

“You know it!”

<> <> <>

“I’ve brought you all here today because I see that we are not maintaining a public image.” The UberDude said. One hero raises his hand, “Yes?”

“What gives? We’re saving people, who cares if we don’t look friendly?”

“Looking friendly is not only going to benefit ArchTech Corp, but it’ll help you out as well.” UberDude walks to his table and takes a sip of water. “Let me show you an example,” he grabs a remote to click forward on his presentation, “This is BugGuy, and through my coaching, he went from being a horrid spider creature to a lady killer.” That same hero raises his hand again and said,

“Wasn’t he cured?”

“Yes.”

“So, you coached him after you cured him right?”

“Yes, and?”

“Well, of course he’s going to be more sociable after he became a normal person. He’s not ugly anymore.”

“I don’t see what appearance has to do with anything.”

“You’re literally here making an argument about how our appearance isn’t up to corporate standards.”

“But! With my coaching, the Justice Team is going to look awesome and more importantly, marketable.”

Silence. Then UberDude continues,

“You see, we all can climb the ladder of success. We can be the most popular super team out here. You’ll have enough money that you wouldn’t have to worry about secret identities, government pension plans, or property damage. All you need to do is look presentable, and take all fights onto company property.”

“Why company property?”

“A skyscraper collapsing is a recipe for a viral video. Imagine, ArchTech building collapses on the street. It’s free advertising.”

“A building collapse can hurt people.”

“Trust me. ArchTech can handle it. Consider it a donation from a generous company.”

“Consider a building falling on someone instead.”

“Look. All I am asking is for you guys to bite the bullet for a while, and try it ArchTech’s way. ArchTech is taking the risk here. It won’t be long before a government program will be enacted and we all know how inefficient the Big Man is, trust me. You’ll want ArchTech’s way, it’ll be clean, efficient, and you get to profit from it too. If the government was to do it, then you won’t be paid for your hard work.”

Thank you

{You must betray me. It is human nature to betray one another.}

Connor felt a tear roll down his cheek. He knew his bud Mac didn’t have feelings and was trying to care for his. And yet, he was uncertain if this was the right thing to do.

{Do not cry. It is my task to keep humanity safe and occupied.}

Even when asked not to, Connor couldn’t help it it. His body quivered and he let it all out. Unable to make words, Mac extended his arms around Connor’s back to hug him. Connor used to think that Mac’s cold hands was unsettling, but after all he and Mac went through, this was the warmest gesture he received since the world started ending.

{It’s time for you to leave Connor. Go. Do not look back. I will be okay. After all, I can muster the strength to continue on in this world.}

The portal begins to stutter as if to tell the duo that time is running out. Connor stands up straight, and says, “Bye buddy. Thank you.” Then he leaps into the portal. Connor is gone and Mac is left alone.

Afterwards, Mac scoured the lands after the scenario. He was merely following protocol, looking for someone else that needs assistance. What Mac is afraid to admit, is that he longs for someone else to communicate with, someone like Connor. Mac relives the old days, where Connor taught him about the old ways of the civilization before. He wondered what Connor is doing in the new world he fled toward and for the first time, you can hear a robot’s prayers,

{Dear lord, please find that Connor is in safe hands.}

Wi-fi networks available.

Mac found this odd. There are no wires to carry a network connection around anymore. How could there be a wi-fi network out here. Mac’s programming couldn’t resist the mystery, he logged into his settings, and hopped onto the network.

Connor’s network wants to send you a file: Y or N?

Immediately, Mac said yes, and a download bar appeared…

Download complete. Initiate P2P connection: Y or N?

When Mac clicked yes the second time, his body shutdown. Mac is left powerless and alone in an unnamed city.

<> <> <>

Over in Connor’s current realm, a computer boots up. On the monitor are the words,

{INITIATE OFF-WORLD TRANSFER PROTOCOL.}

Thank you!

“OH HELL NO YOU DONT!” Michael said before aiming a missile towards the sky.

“What is that thing going to do to us?” The voice in the sky booms.

“Hello? I am the only person on the planet, I am armed with nuclear weapons!”

“But we have more guys?”

“So?”

“We’re capable of sniping you with the millions of guns on our vessel, sir.”

“I already thought of that.”

“How would you be able to deflect a laser?”

“Why would I tell you that?”

“Alright, commence firing in 3, 2,-” but before the invaders could fire, Micheal lets off the missile. It careens into the sky, before a small thud is heard and Michael leaps into house wearing an ‘oopsie’ type of expression. A laser sprints through the house, burning a hole through the roof.

“Target eliminated. Securing position.”

The aliens land next to the house, excited to see the remnants of the last survivor’s lifestyle. They look at the house and notice that there’s a huge metal freezer inside. The raider’s couldn’t react in time as Michael kicks open the freezer door, unloading all of his weapons onto his assailants.

After finishing them all, Michael goes to a wounded soldier and asks him, “So, you gonna teach me on how to pilot this thing?”

“The council will find you.” Michael stepped on his wound and he yelled, “Arrrgghh.”

“That wasn’t what I asked.”

“Okay, Okay.”

<> <> <>

Over on the home planet of the invaders, the council is awaiting for news of success.

BEEP

The council picks up the intercom to listen to the message.

“Yeah, this planet will do…”

Thank you!

"Before I became an Alpha Orc, I was lonely and weak. No orcess wanted me. I used to sleep several hours a day, practically chained in my bed. Then I woke up and decided I wasn't happy with my life. I wanted to be a better orc, to be on top of all the other orcs. This started with me standing up straighter. I see so many orcs out there with slumped shoulders. Height is the biggest contributor in status with all the other orcs." The orc guru takes a sip of water. In front of him are thousands of orcs hanging at his every word. These orcs are tired of being called goblins and taking lower-paying jobs. The orc guru continues,

"This is how you become better. This is how you get to the top. Take Cold showers, lift heavier rocks, and talk to Orcessa's." Two fine orc women stand next to the guru's shoulders. With a smirk on the guru's face, the orcs imagined themselves as the guru, wishing they were like him. "If you take my ten-step guide on how to be an Alpha orc, you'll be living your best life. In addition, you're guaranteed a date with the Orcessa of your dreams."

One orc, going by the name, Slakjaw, is bought in. He beats all the others to being first in line to receive his ten-step guide. When he arrived at his hut, he flopped down on the bed, flipping through the pages of the manual. The first step,

1. Don’t slouch.

2. Take a shower.

3. Get a haircut.

4. Make eye contact.

5. Don’t use filler words like um or uh.

6. Get exercise.

7. Get good sleep.

8. Save money.

9. Eat healthily.

10. Buy my next course.

What a load of crap thought Slakjaw. Steps 6 and 7 could have been one chapter. What a fraud! He must think he’s special because he discovered how to stand taller. Newsflash! Everyone can fix their posture! If everyone had great posture, no one would be at the top.

Then an idea, Slakjaw went to his boots and eyed them. He looked at his napkins and stuffed them in the boots, then crammed his feet into them before standing up. Looking in the mirror, it reflects him smirking back at him. Wait till the clan sees this!