The instant Constantine saw his face, his pupils contracted sharply. Yet the other man acted as if he had not seen him at all, holding his hat in One Hand as he strolled down the stairs and asked the White-bearded Old Man, "Are you the Collector?"
"Y-yes." Although he could tell that the newcomer was merely an ordinary human, ordinary humans should not have been able to appear here. His tone carried no confidence at all.
"Then you must be Constantine?" The man turned to Constantine again.
Constantine did not move. He neither nodded nor answered.
Then he watched the man pull out an ID and hand it to the Collector. "Mr. Thanos, Chief Executive of the Interstellar Security Council, sends his regards. Regarding this shocking major heist involving your collection, Mr. Thanos would like to learn more details from you. Would it be convenient for you to come with me?"
"Thanos? You mean that Titan? He..." The Collector trailed off.
"I did not expect you to be a racist. But he means no harm. He truly only wishes to learn more details about this case. The Security Council has no compulsory measures, either. If this is inconvenient for you now, you may come by anytime later."
With that, he took out another business card and handed it to the Collector. The Collector rubbed the Interstellar Council emblem on it and said, "Fine. I really should go give them a piece of my mind. I never offended them, so why did they have to come steal my treasures?"
With that, he left through a vortex portal. Only two people remained in the room.
"Batman asked me to tell you not to chase Doctor Strange anymore. He has probably gone mad. Go back now. They're waiting for you to chair a