There was an emergency message an alien attack, just at that time, forcing them to go out into the fight.
Exactly a week passed, until the end of the two-week cycle, Superman volunteered to be with Diana in the fortress of solitude, they were monitoring Bruce.
The man who was in a Kryptonian tank, with an oxygen hose, with a life support, with much of his body still being rebuilt and reconnected.
Bruce actually died, several times, which made him have an encounter with each of them, in another place outside the realms of death and life.
He found himself at a round table, sitting around them.
- I died? Bruce asked.
- Yes, - said Trigon. - But you did well. - Said Trigon.
- The serum you used helps to prolong life. - Said Trigon. - You just spent a life. - Said Trigon.
- It went up in my concept. - Said Trigon.
- Cool, but what's the use ? - questioned Bruce.
- You won. - Said Miguel.
- I didn't kill anyone. - Bruce said.
- Yes, you prevented them from killing and their souls were not condemned to the abyss. - Said Neron.
- That made him a champion, someone who without any other way, did it because he believed that nothing good would come out of there. – Neron said.
- He won. - Said Trigon.
- Do we agree? Asked Lucifer.
- We are. - They all said.
- So he managed to keep them from killing. - Said Azazel.
- I would say that he is the great warrior who prevented them from killing. - Said Mamon.
- Congratulations. - Said Lucifer.
- You will now have a new chance. - Said Azazel.
In the fortress of solitude exactly twenty minutes after Superman and Wonder Woman left.
Unbeknownst to him, he would be in a mystical meeting.
They left and it was exactly twenty minutes later and all the demons of the bet appeared in front of him, with the unconscious man, inside the tank.
Trigon appeared in front of the tank and with the touch of his demonic power he opened the tank's hatch and placed it on that bed, each of them touched his body.
Bruce gasped and screamed, waking up then, fully recovering, jumping to his feet in a defensive position, but looking toward each of them.
- So ... - Bruce said.
- And now ? - Bruce asked.
- You know. - Trigon said there is more to the bet than we actually said. - Said Trigon.
- Come with us. - Said Trigon.
- Why...? - He questioned.
- Come on, come with us, we have a surprise. - Said Nekron.
Bruce accompanied them, he didn't seem to be there to argue.
Before the bets.
A few days ago in a bar ...
He spent that night at the bar, he simply wanted to forget, in a hidden corner of the night bar, with a huge cover, and hiding from view, he thought that a cover would cover who he was, foolishly, in the middle of his fourth bottle, someone sat down your front.
When at last, touching the table, he raised his face from the bottle, and it was ...
- Trigon ...?
- How?
- Well... well... - Said the devil...
- What you want? - He asked.
In the end, the bar darkened, and people did not go out, they observed, but not before he was oppressed by the presence of the demon.
- I want to bet with you. - He said.
- Why...? - He thought of escape routes, but there were more around him, they were Trigon, Lucifer, Mamon, Michael, Rafael, Azazel, Neron, Spectro , Nekron and Phantom Stranger, all sat around the table.
- What do you all do here ...?
- We came to bet. - Said Trigon as his spokesman.
- Bet what? Bruce asked.
- Wouldn't you be interested? - Questioned Spectro.
- So what are you going to bet? Bruce asked, apparently...