The treatment had gone fairly smoothly. Just as Harley hugged Diana and showered her with kisses, Orion was the first to finish his work.
"Mission accomplished!"
As though he had been freed from a burden, he tossed aside his tools, activated his tactical recline, and lay back in his chair, wiping the sweat from his brow. Just cracking the program Darkseid had left in the Mother Box had drained him mentally, not to mention moonlighting as a neurosurgeon and performing cranial surgery.
It was all Cyborg's fault. He should either have been entirely human or entirely machine. These half-human, half-machine types were the worst.
Cyborg's head rested on the table as he ran a self-diagnostic like a rebooting computer. Half of his original dark-skinned face was exposed, while his red eyepiece kept flashing.
Faint clicking sounds still came from his brain, as if a fan had stopped spinning.
Fortunately, a few seconds later, clarity returned to his eyes—at least enough to look human again.
"What happened to me? Diana? Deathstroke? Where's my body?"
Su Ming crouched beside the table first and poked Cyborg's forehead with a finger. "Other than me saving you again, what other answer could there be?"
That "again" made Cyborg force a bitter smile. Well, strictly speaking, Deathstroke had also been the one who saved him from the Cosmic Tuning Fork back then.
"I'll buy you a meal when we get back, all right? And can you stay farther away from me? I'm allergic to Deathstroke."
As a former Titan, Cyborg had more than just a Deathstroke allergy. Deathstroke from the Main World had nearly driven him insane back then. Which kid on the team had not received Deathstroke's "kind instruction"?
"I'm not like that old man. I'm actually a good person." Su Ming put on a