Despite the near constant radio silence from Oracle, their own fattening bodies, and the difficulty of their task, the Reserves had managed to solider on.

They had destroyed two more plants and, in Renee's estimation, that was an amazing accomplishment. Still, they weren't out of the woods yet. Knocking on the door of Black Canary's room, Renee was just in time to see Canary's modified clothes give up the ghost, shredding under the onslaught of weight she had gained in the last month.

While the sight did bring her a tiny amount of joy, she ignored the impulse to pick on her antagonistic teammate.

"Ready to move out? The rest are in the van."

"Obviously not," Dinah replied.

"I'll loan you some of my old clothes. They're from my last gain so they should fit you okay."

"Thanks."

Renee was about to reply when the JLA warning signal flared from their communicators.

Vixen's blobby face appeared on the tiny communicator.

"To all available heroes, this is the Watchtower, we're going down! I repeat, the Watchtower is going down!"