What the fuck kind of environment did you grow up in?!
The words Injustice Flash had been about to blurt out caught in his throat when Diana's bedchamber came into view.
They had already come this far. There was no backing out now.
If they dared say they would not save her at this point, Queen Hippolyta would immediately turn against the human world for good.
After all, Injustice Batman had knocked Wonder Woman unconscious, and now that Superman was gone, Themyscira regarded Injustice Batman as the main leader of the outside human world.
Injustice Flash still felt somewhat intimidated by his former colleague. As the former conscience of the Justice League, he had repeatedly harbored doubts about the regime over the past three years.
A look could reveal a great deal, and Wonder Woman, who had lived for more than two hundred years, had no shortage of experience reading people.
That made Injustice Flash one of the people Injustice Wonder Woman had most often reprimanded and warned in private.
Shane glanced at the timid Flash, then entered Diana's chamber alone.
Perhaps "chamber" was not quite the right word. The room followed exactly the same design philosophy as the quarters Olympus had assigned Shane in the main universe.
Perhaps because she was a female demigod, her quarters were not open to the wind on all four sides like Shane's had been.
Only three sides were open, draped with sheer gauze, while Flash stood outside the sole wall. Shane walked over to Diana's bedside and looked at the face that was almost identical to Teacher Prince's.
Her closed eyes softened Injustice Wonder Woman's sharpness, but perhaps because of his preconceived impressions, Shane still thought her features looked somewhat mean.
He took the antidote to the Sleeping Magic Powder from inside his