Perhaps Deathstroke had never paid much attention to Selene before, but Selene cared a great deal about him.
So when Su Ming came calling, flew straight over the heads of thousands of red-caped followers, and casually sat down beside their goddess, Selene continued smiling faintly no matter how much pain her followers were in or how twisted their expressions became.
"So the Sorcerer Supreme has come to visit. As the Eastern saying goes, what wind has blown you all the way to the Amazon River?"
Selene's followers had built her a Maya-style pyramid deep within the rainforest. The two of them now sat in an aerial pavilion atop the pyramid, watching thin mist drift beneath their feet.
Lush emerald canopies spread layer upon layer, densely crowding every direction. The air was thick with humidity and heat, and the roars of unknown creatures could occasionally be heard.
In the distance, a river like a silver ribbon vaguely divided the rainforest as it slowly flowed toward the rising sun.
Su Ming casually rummaged through the fruit platter beside the throne, took out a pineapple, and examined it carefully. "Since you know who I am, this will be simple. I'm here to discuss terms."
"Discuss terms? I'm very interested. But as you can see, I'm already a goddess. Every one of these people is willing to offer their soul to their goddess. Your terms may not necessarily tempt me."
Selene leaned toward the other side of her throne, propped up her head with one hand, and looked down at her black fingernails.
"One chance to choose. Would you rather continue being a sultry Latin goddess in the rainforest, or return to your homeland in Britain and become the true queen of the Mutants?" Su Ming set down the pineapple. It was clearly nowhere