Stephen and the other two's abrupt appearance instantly put Bruce and the others in the conference room on alert. Only after seeing who had arrived did they relax slightly. At the very least, many of them recognized Stephen Strange's face.
"Do you sorcerers just not like using the front door? I've already put up plenty of safeguards." Bruce Wayne stood up and looked at Stephen helplessly. He hated situations where others could appear beside him anytime, anywhere, while he had no control over it. His interception had clearly worked quite well last time.
"Oh, this time had nothing to do with me. Betsy opened it." Stephen unhesitatingly threw the blame away. Betsy's sensitivity to space far surpassed anyone else's. Sorcerers' portals were simply not worth mentioning in her eyes. She had always wondered why Stephen and the others had to wear Sling Rings and rely on tools to open portals.
Betsy possessed an innate instinct for spatial transportation, positioning, and the like. Trying to exile her into endless void and make her lose her way was far too difficult. She could always accurately locate her way back to wherever she wanted to return. Otherwise, Luke would never have felt comfortable letting her wander and fish through all sorts of Dimensional Worlds.
"Where's that Darkseid?" Betsy, whom Stephen had pointed at, eagerly jumped out and shouted. Her thoughts were simple. She just thought it sounded fun, and it would let her pets out for some fresh air. She had always liked dangerous, ferocious, terrifying creatures. She felt that if those cute pets were not allowed to stretch their limbs soon, they would suffocate from boredom. What if they turned into salted fish?
"Thor Odinson. Asgard's new king." Stephen pressed one hand on Betsy's little head, holding down her excited self, while