Hal took the box from Pamela and opened it. Inside lay countless tiny green spikes.
"Are you sure you want to do this? According to the intelligence the Professor gave us, he isn't afraid of Kryptonite. Kryptonite can't weaken him."
"But this can pierce his skin," Hal said. He had, of course, studied Schiller's intelligence carefully. It mentioned that Hal from another universe had once been stabbed through the chest with a Kryptonite dagger.
"That means that while the weakening radiation emitted by Kryptonite can't affect him, it can still physically break through his defenses. So far, it's the only thing known that might be able to break his defenses."
"I'm not planning to use this to kill him," Hal said. "I just need to interfere with him enough that I won't be killed in a single blow."
Pamela pressed her lips together. "Come back alive, okay?"
"Don't make it sound like a final farewell." Hal smiled. "Even if I die, Bruce will fish me out of Eden Lake."
Pamela gave another helpless laugh, then seemed to think of something. "I think you could ask Lilith for a prophecy."
"Oliver tried. She couldn't see anything," Hal said, shaking his head. "That guy has clearly used some trick to evade prophecy. That proves he hasn't been blinded by rage. He's clear-headed, and hard to deal with."
With that, Hal left. Pamela stood where she was, watching his retreating figure fly out the window, and let out a deep sigh.
Oliver arrived a step too late. Panting heavily, he asked, "Where's Hal?"
"He just flew off," Pamela said. "You know you can't stop him."
Oliver braced himself against the wall and took several deep breaths. Then he looked up at the window, his raised brows carving deep furrows across his forehead. The