Previously on Justice League:
Something's not right here.
The Streak, Tom Turbine, Green Guardsman...
they were the stars of my favorite comic book, The Justice Guild of America.
Ray, the decoder rings.
Consider yourselves honorary members of the Justice Guild.
I have long hypothesized that there are an infinite number of parallel dimensions...
each containing its own planet Earth.
Don't worry, friends.
I will toil night and day until I discover a way to get you home.
A sudden dizziness. So strange.
I propose a contest.
Each of us will see who can pull off the most spectacular crime.
The winner will earn the honor of devising a plan to destroy the Justice Guild.
"Here lies Scott Mason, the Green Guardsman"?
No!
It's true. I saw the grave.
But it doesn't make any sense.
Look, I don't know who that is, but the real Green Guardsman is gone.
And so are the rest of them.
No. I don't believe it.
- He seemed to take this quite personally. - I'll bring him back. Wait here for Flash.
Gentlemen, that's why I lead the league in steals.
Don't be so fast to toot your own horn, Sportsman.
Then it appears we have a hat trick.
- That leaves Dr. Blizzard out in the cold. - Not quite.
I'd say this entitles me to victory in our nefarious contest. Don't you agree?
- Bravo! - To the victor goes the spoils.
It was nothing, my friends.
What are you gonna do now, doc, Turn us into snow cones?
Oh, no. I have bigger plans than that. Much bigger plans.
- Still no word? - I'm afraid not.
Maybe this is it. Hello?
The Injustice Guild has just robbed the Seaboard City Mint.
Now they're escaping by blimp.
Only they would commit such a heinous act. And on a Sunday!
Thanks for the tip, sergeant. We're on the case.
- The lnjustice Guild's on the move. - Then we should be too.
Let justice prevail!
John, I'm sorry.
You were right. They're gone.
All of them.
Then who are those people back at the mansion? Robots? Clones?
I don't know. But I intend to get some answers.
Stop!
What can I do you for, folks?
What can you tell us about those graves on the hill?
Sorry, I've gotta finish my route. Can't keep my customers waiting.
What customers? I noticed you before. You never stopped.
Business has been kind of dead.
When's the last time you actually sold any ice cream?
Please, no more questions. He might hear you.
- Who? - I can't say any more.
Have a nice day!
Curiouser and curiouser.
Up there.
I'll let the air out of their balloon.
Not so fast, Guardsman. Look.
Holy hostages.
Cue the orchestra.
Fore!
I've got you, old chum.
Presto change-o!
It's true what they say, television is bad for you.
Looks like it's up to me.
What was that?
Don't bother welcoming me aboard.
Get him!
- The library? - I wanna bone up on my history.
Hello?
- Blank. - What?
They're all useless.
Let's check the newspaper archives in the basement.
Right.
- Why am I not surprised. - I've had enough. Ha!
Ladies first.
A subway station?
Must have been an earthquake or something.
No. These are battle scars.
You're right. And look at the date.
- Forty years ago. - Same date...
as the last Justice Guild comic.
Prepare to be foiled, Cat Man.
En garde!
I'll have you free in a jiffy.
It's no use. We'll never get free.
Wanna bet?
Decorative and functional.
- Flash! - Gotcha!
You two need a lift?
We've sprung a leak. I can't control it.
Then it's time to bail.
Wait, what are you doing? Stop! Stop!
Woo-hoo! That was amazing! When Black Siren fell and Flash caught her.
Cat Man knocked Sir Swami off the blimp. Gosh, that was the best battle yet.
Indeed. The city's in your debt, Justice Guild.
Just doing our job, sergeant. Take them away.
Is it just me, or are those two the only cops in this town?
Then, at the last second, Green Guardsman flies in and:
Some friends. It's a good thing the Justice Guild was around to save me.
- They're not the Justice Guild. - Say what?
You heard me. They are not the Justice Guild.
How can you say that?
This is a serious accusation, young man. Explain yourself.
No. You explain this.
"Justice Guild killed in battle"?
It's a hoax. Some kind of sick joke.
It's no joke. The real Streak, Green Guardsman, Tom Turbine...
- ... they're all dead. I've seen their graves. - He can't be serious.
- Can he? - I don't know.
It sounds fantastic, but—
- Hello? - Justice Guild, we need your help.
A monster is tearing up Main Street. You must hurry.
We're on our way, sergeant.
We're needed downtown.
- We're not done here. - But Seaboard City needs us.
Haven't you noticed that nothing here makes sense?
Library books with blank pages, ice-cream trucks that never stop.
Dangers that spring up whenever someone gets too close to the truth.
- What truth? - That your world is an illusion.
A living memory of a civilization destroyed 40 years ago...
when the Justice Guild gave their lives for this Earth.
That's why they stopped publishing the comic in our world.
No more Justice Guild.
And any time someone starts to figure things out—
Nuns and dynamite.
If what you say is true, who or what is creating this illusion?
I suggest you ask Ray.
Ray?
Why would I know anything?
Because you are the source.
No!
You ruined it! You ruined everything!
That's it. I officially wanna go home.
- Justice Guild, attack. - No!
Don't! It's an illusion.
He's the real menace.
Take that, you monster.
- It's over, Ray. - It's been over before. I changed that.
This is my world. I decide who wins and who loses.
- The Justice League needs our help. - Wait.
If what they said is true, defeating Ray could destroy this reality...
- ... and everything in it. - lncluding us.
We died once to save this Earth. And we can do it again.
You'll be sorry you messed things up.
What is this?
In Seaboard City, crime doesn't pay.
You can't. I made you.
Let justice prevail!
Stop!
No.
Ugh, what happened?
He couldn't maintain the illusion. The strain was too great.
But how did he get like that?
The radioactive fallout...
from the nuclear war mutated his DNA...
giving him the psychic ability to mold this world to his choosing.
So he chose to recreate it with the heroes he worshiped as a child.
Who could blame him?
Listen.
- You're all real? - It's like waking up from a dream.
- I'm sorry. We destroyed your world. - No. We did that.
But now all that's left is this nightmare.
Being stuck in an ice-cream truck for 40 years, that's a nightmare.
Compared to that, rebuilding our world will be a piece of cake.
Thank you for giving us back our future.
So, what now? How are we supposed to get home?
I have an idea. Come on.
Remember when Tom Turbine said...
he'd been working on a transdimensional gateway?
It's possible that— Yes! There it is.
What good is that? He could never find a way to power it.
True. But maybe I can.
I don't know how long I can hold it. Go!
You should have been there. It was so freaky.
Those cornball villains with their bad puns...
and the heroes with the decoder rings. What's up with that?
Still, Black Siren was a hottie.
Where's G.L.?
- Are you okay? - It's stupid, really.
Why should I feel like this? I mean, they weren't even real.
They gave their lives for us, that's real enough for me.