"I don't understand a lot of what you're saying."
Diana looked at the massive Cosmic Tuning Fork, then at the little wooden stick Deathstroke had propped on her shoulder. Her expression was somewhat dejected.
She raised a hand to tuck back the hair behind her ear. Red and black electrical light intertwined in midair throughout the room, the energies of two different colors weaving together into cloudlike patterns. They churned and roared, continuously crackling and popping.
Not understanding the plan was actually normal for her. She had never understood much of Batwoman's plans before, and Batwoman never explained them either. Only when the Justice League turned the tables and won with the plan's help did everyone suddenly realize, Oh, so that was it.
Diana had originally grown used to it, but this time was different. Bliss understood Deathstroke's plan. Cindy understood it. Perhaps Bobo and Harley understood it too. She was the only one who did not, and that felt awkward.
It was not scarcity that people feared, but unfairness. If nobody understood, that was fine. But now it seemed like she was the only one who did not, and that felt awful.
There was also the matter of names. When all was said and done, she did not even know which name was Deathstroke's real one.
Thinking more deeply, she was not even sure whether that face was real. After all, he had Symbiotes, that sort of miraculous disguise tool.
For a moment, countless thoughts crowded into her little head. Not knowing what to do, she could only sigh.
"Once we're done with everything, I'll explain it to you slowly." Su Ming put away the Spider Totem and walked toward the massive Tuning Fork not far away. When the rabbit had thrown it down, it had smashed through the