This is not the way their mission was supposed to go, damn it.

Clark was unconscious, wearing a kryptonite collar and strapped to the ceiling. Hal kicked and writhed helplessly, trying to break free from the heavy bonds, his ring removed and confiscated. Barry was also unconscious, strapped to the table by his arms and legs. Diana was chained to the wall with her arms outstretched. Bruce, beaten, was tied to a chair. Victor was wearing a metal shock collar that shorted out all his systems. Arthur, also unconscious, was tied to a chair.

Worse than that? A fucking unconscious civilian tied by his hands to the ceiling. They were in deep shit. Bruce cursed loudly.

"How the fuck did we get caught so easily!?"

Hal turned his head towards him and snorted in irritation.

"You're the great strategist here, not me!"

Diana muttered weakly, raising her head:

"Stop fighting, you two idiots. There's a civilian here. We need to figure out how to get out before that moron gets here and start interrogating us."