Luthor and Perpetua both narrowed their eyes. The lighting system here made them deeply uncomfortable. Mother of the Multiverse raised a hand, intending to use the rule-bound power she wielded over everything within the Multiverse to erase the lamps and return everything to darkness.
Yet her claw rose and fell through the air several times. Those glaring spotlights still hung from the studio ceiling rigging, utterly unchanged.
She immediately sensed that something was wrong. This place was likely outside the Multiverse, where her authority was of no use whatsoever.
So she used the torch in her hand, trying to blast down the lights with energy, but Deathstroke seemed to have anticipated it. At almost the same moment, he removed the Cloak from his back.
The black cloth moved like a living creature, darting left and right through the air, catching every beam and burst of flame without suffering the slightest damage. It even gave a little shudder, as though it had hiccupped.
"The show's only just begun. Can't let you wreck the set, Auntie."
Well, Deathstroke and Luthor were from the same generation, so calling Luthor's mother Auntie was perfectly fine. This was live television, after all. It was better to appear civilized.
"Deathstroke!" Bald Luthor's face darkened as he stepped in front of his mother. His eyes seemed ready to spit fire. "What sort of trick are you playing now?"
Su Ming smiled, though the black-and-yellow mask concealed every trace of his expression. All they could see was him waving from the center of the set, gesturing for Luthor to bring his mother over.
"This is our first face-to-face conversation, isn't it? Do you really hate me that much?"
Then again, Luthor and Perpetua were no fools. They had probably realized by now that they had fallen into a