The gates of the Justice Iron Fist Club swung open.
A group of people staggered outside.
A group of masculine men, even when their faces were completely swollen, the excited expressions they had couldn't be hidden.
"That really hurt, did you go all out with that last punch?" one of them clutched his stomach as he asked another.
"Of course, if I don't go all out, how would I beat you" the other answered.
"Did you use your powers?"
"Of course not! Barry's eyes are still razor sharp, I didn't use anything but raw strength for that one!" the man protested.
"Hm, then I lost fair and square" the one asking seemed satisfied.
"Let's go" one of them called out.
"Good fight today"
"Let's do it again next time"
"See you"
The men bumped their fists as a way of saying goodbye.
Then they all moved their bodies a bit.
Space itself was being broken through by them, forming black holes.
