The alien attack on the Solar System had been devastating. Their ships now crossed the orbit of Mars, leaving behind the unconscious bodies of the heroes that had tried to stop them.
On Earth, the remaining heroes were discussing their possible tactics in rising voices. With Batman stranded in Mars and Nightwing in an unspecified mission with Starfire, there was no tactician that could command everybody's attention.
Ignoring the chaos in the planning room, Arsenal realized that Nightwing had silently entered the room and was sitting on the ground, his face buried in his hands. He sat next to him.
"Did it work, bro?"
"Yes," said Nightwing after a while. "We found the Psions."
Arsenal put a hand on Nightwing's shoulder. "I'm sorry."
Far away from Earth, a new X'Hal was tearing apart the would-be invading forces.