Earth-721, rooftop of the Empire State Building in New York.
The building's four-sided spire meant that its rooftop was not its highest point, but rather a square platform surrounding the base of the conical tower.
At that moment, most of Squadron Supreme lay unconscious along the fairly spacious walkway, their hair tossed into a mess by the fierce winds at such a height.
Deathstroke, clad in black-and-yellow armor, still had an arm hooked around Nighthawk's neck as he discussed terms. "Look, your squad made the first move. I haven't even asked for compensation yet. Is it really so hard to get you to share the Watchtower's cosmic observation data?" His voice was hoarse and low, truly like the sound of a broken bell swinging in a gale. "Don't tell me it's shared squad property and you need to wait for them to wake up before holding a meeting. I know you must have left a backdoor in its system."
Nighthawk grew even more suspicious. Why did this stranger know about the Watchtower on the Moon? Why did he know that Nighthawk had left a backdoor as a precaution? Had he deliberately avoided the Moon while fighting Hyperion because he knew Nighthawk had planted a huge number of nuclear bombs there?
But the Babylon Plan he had secretly prepared to counter Squadron Supreme if they went out of control should have been known only to himself.
Could it be that this Deathstroke, who claimed to be an Otherworlder, was telling the truth about Parallel Worlds?
That seemed to be the only logical explanation.
But why did those two women and that dog look completely bewildered? If they were companions from the same world, could it be that only some of them knew the intelligence? Or had Deathstroke visited a world with