Nighthawk clearly didn't want to deal with Deathstroke any longer. After loading all his teammates onto the arriving Blackbird Jet, he slipped away in a hurry without even saying goodbye.
Still, Su Ming smiled appreciatively. That knockoff Batwoman had far too many things to mock—she was a walking humanoid joke, and an extremely amusing one at that.
He removed the tracking bug Nighthawk had secretly stuck beneath the lower edge of the Cloak of Levitation and tossed it into the sea. Then he took out the receiver for the bug he had placed on Power Princess, put on his headphones, and listened.
Nighthawk was talking with Butler, who was piloting the flying vehicle, laying out all sorts of analyses.
He was fairly smart, but without Gotham's particular brand of paranoia, he was still lacking when it came to guarding against others.
That was fine too. Su Ming could gather some information on this Parallel Universe while he was at it. It would surely come in handy someday.
Cosmo had caught a fish from somewhere and was holding it in his mouth. No matter how the fish slapped him across the face with its tail, he refused to let go. Instead, he looked delighted, grinning as he made snuffling noises.
He seemed very happy to be back on Earth, even if this Earth was not his own.
Daisy was trying to pull the cotton from her nostrils to see whether the bleeding had stopped.
Jean Grey was the first to walk over to the reef where Deathstroke stood and ask what they were doing next.
Su Ming pulled out a cigarette, squatted on the reef, and lit up. "Finding someone won't be a problem. Odin is one of our own, after all. He definitely left me some tracks to follow, like