Waspinator hauled himself up out of the repair pool to find the Darkseid's command center empty.

Which was not unexpected, really. Nobody waited around for Waspinator. They were probably off nursing their wounded pride somewhere else. Waspinator wished he had that problem. Wounded pride seemed a lot less inconvenient than having to drag one's own disarticulated components back home for repairs.

Ah well - another day, another opportunity. Waspinator flicked the last of the nanite solution off his wings, transformed and buzzed off into the night sky. Until the universe found another rock to drop on his head, he would do his best.