The expression on Penguin's face grew increasingly fractured, while Bruce met his astonished, panicked gaze and silently walked over to The Joker.
Not far away, Deathstroke gave a disdainful chuckle.
"Today's meeting really is the most complete gathering I've ever seen, Bruce.
"You actually dared to take off your mask. That's the funniest thing I've ever seen!"
At that, Deathstroke looked around, then toward the door Bruce had entered through, and continued.
"If you'd come alone instead of bringing those Kryptonians outside, I might have been even happier!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Deathstroke casually drew the firearms and weapons from his waist and laid them all on the table before him.
"I heard you've been banning guns lately, but clearly, those rules have only just started. It's reasonable that the ban isn't complete yet.
"So, is it still in time for me to turn these in?"
After saying that, Slade Wilson curled his lip and looked at the Kryptonians who were slowly walking in from outside the room to stand behind Bruce.
Noticing Deathstroke's gaze, Fiona gave a cold, contemptuous smile.
"Old-fashioned gunpowder weapons. Three specially made bullets loaded with Kryptonite powder. A lead-plated gun body. Old-fashioned Earth gunpowder grenades, and..."
As she spoke, Fiona casually picked up a small round metal sphere.
"And a low-yield nuclear bomb.
"Heh heh, Slade Wilson, you are guilty!"
The moment her words fell, Heat Vision swept across Slade's body, slicing him directly in two.
Yet even so, Deathstroke did not cry out in pain. He let out a helpless sigh as he used both hands to secure his upper body to his lower half, then complained to Fiona.
"Don't mind it, woman. That stuff was prepared for Superman.
"But you know, none of it's useful now. After all, it was prepared