In a blink Midnight is on DW with sonic kicks and punches, but the still-too-fast DW dodges and blocks every one of them with ease. Midnight shifts tactics and uses finesse to misdirect his opponent, allowing a first and well-placed hit to Dark Wednesday's side. DW folds sideways, grips his side, and teleports away, materializing a safe distance away.
Midnight: He's still too powerful.
DBP: What do you mean? You finally hit her, and it even seems to have done some damage.
Midnight: He's holding back, I can tell. He’s been toying with us all this entire time.
DBP: You can't be serious?
Brit: Trust me, hun, Midnight never kids.
Midnight: But something Dark Wednesday said has given me an idea. How long can you hold our link?
Brit: DBP isn't looking--
DBP: I'll be fine.
In truth, she felt as if she would pass out.
Midnight: This is what I want to do...
As quickly as he could, Midnight explained his plan in a telepathic whisper.
Brit: It's risky.
DBP: I'm unsure if it will even work.
Midnight: Do either of you have a better idea?
Brit and DBP: ...
DW: Done yet?
Midnight: ...
DW: I told you I'm smarter than him. Nothing he can tell you will make a pinch of difference.
Midnight: You believe you have us beat, don't you?
DW: Ummmmm... . . . . . . . ..... Yes.
Midnight: And you believe you can leave here and take over the entire world.
DW: Ummmmm... . . . . . . . ..... Yes (again).
Midnight: But you claim to be a smart boy, AGW. You should know you'll never succeed in the outside world.
DW: This is where I act as if this mind games could actually work: Oh, no! Tell me, oh Great Dali Lame, why can't I ever succeed?
Midnight: Because you're a fuck up.
DW: Hey now, kids might be reading!
Midnight: All this time you've depended on this team to cover for you. Truth is, you've always been our biggest handicap.
DW [through clenched teeth]: Alright, that's enough. I don't remember much but--
Midnight: I know you don't. In fact, I'm depending on it. You see, you might not remember me, but I remember you, and believe me, if you knew anything you'd realize you'll always be too stupid to get anything right. And while I’m at it, if you’re around us so much, when exactly do you have the time do be the lady’s man you claim to be?
And with that, Dark Wednesday is all over him. A crazed punch shatters Midnight's shoulder. Three wild punches to the face bring the Justice League Reality's last hope to his knees. Dark Wednesday won't let him fall that easily, though. He grabs Midnight by the collar and hoists him into the air until his feet dangle.
DW: LOOK AT ME! I DARE YOU TO LOOK ME IN THE EYE AND CALL ME STUPID!
Midnight looks him in the eye and smiles.
Midnight: Gotcha... stupid.
Midnight: Now!
They push their link to its limit. Di Bat Pho can feel herself losing her grip but she holds on just long enough for Brit to finally see Dark Wednesday's wide-eyed glare through Midnight's eyes.
Brit: Informationoverloadattack!
Multiple scenes and images battle for supremacy in Dark Wednesday's mind: The Room Dende and Mr. Popo The Hulk and The Defenders a Martian Manhunter a Batman a contest of champions a barn La Machine reading a letter clones Olympus Chant Superfly Sr. the shadows reality falling down around him space paper golems JMAngelo The Batchelor Pad of Justice a new team ....."I wanna be in the Justice League too!"
