As various pieces of information about Papa Midnite flashed through his mind, Su Ming quietly watched his fight with Starfire for a while longer.
He had to admit, even the alien princess's fighting style was incredibly naive, completely unlike her sister's.
When Blackfire fought, her face was expressionless and she never made a sound. Every move she made was aimed at killing.
But Starfire not only completely avoided all of her enemy's vital points, she even let out cute battle cries like "Hah!" and "Yah!" with every attack. Did she really think she was Sailor Moon?
Wherever her big eyes looked was where her next strike would land, and she always made noise when attacking, drawing the enemy's attention.
Well... she had probably never even considered killing anyone in her life. But that was how it should be. The only murderous Starfire was that Black Starfire from the CW Television Universe.
The Main World's Starfire was Nightwing's girlfriend, and Nightwing had perfectly inherited Batman's principles. He would never allow his girlfriend to kill.
Come to think of it, Starfire was rather pitiful too. Pure and kind, she was always lively and smiling, utterly unaware of how many times her boyfriend had either deliberately or passively cheated on her.
If she ever found out, that fiery red hair of hers would probably turn Joker-colored.
Should he tell her? Deathstroke planted his greatsword on the ground, rested an elbow atop it, and propped up his head as he thought.
Better not. Nightwing still believed he was a taxi driver these days. There was no fun in picking on a patient.
"Koriand'r, take a break. Let me handle this."
He raised an arm and waved, like he was calling for a substitution from the sidelines. The breeze beneath the blood-red moon swept past,