Three Infinity Stones Were Still Useless

The already cramped room now felt even more crowded. Above them, an old ceiling fan of unknown age creaked as it turned laboriously. Its steady drone was irritating enough, but in the suddenly oppressive atmosphere, it became exceptionally piercing. Donnie sat expressionlessly in his chair, staring at the three of them. His thoughtful gaze placed immense pressure on them—or rather, on Zatanna and Constantine. Ever since Donnie appeared, Raven's eyes had lit up. She stared at him unblinkingly, her eyes wide.