Alfred was no stranger to the black-and-yellow Mercenary's twisted desire for control. To be honest, Cindy and his own young mistress were both control freaks too; their methods simply differed from that Deathstroke named Slade.
"I won't disturb your conversation, miss, gentlemen." As if performing a magic trick, Alfred produced two coffee cups, poured one each for Deathstroke and The Flash, then politely headed toward the elevator. "Dinner will be served in half an hour. There will be steak."
Watching the figure in the tailcoat disappear into the cylindrical elevator, Su Ming waved to Bliss in greeting.
"Long time no see. How has Earth -11 been lately?"
"Peaceful and uneventful." The woman raised a hand and brushed through her long, wavy black hair. She tapped the keyboard a few times and showed Deathstroke the global surveillance feeds. "There are no signs whatsoever of an invasion by The Batman Who Laughs, no crises that could threaten the world's survival. Likewise, Wonder Man and Aquawoman are no longer my problems."
"That's great." Barry took a sip of coffee and smacked his lips, his face full of appreciation. "I mean, both the coffee and your world are great."
"But I won't lower my guard." Bliss shifted her position against the chair, causing it to turn around. "So what did you come here for this time? Did Barbatos break out of prison? Have the Dark Knights regrouped? Or has Perpetua come back to life?"
Deathstroke took a sip of coffee as well and could distinctly taste the money in it. But considering that this coffee came from the digestive tract of some small animal, he did not intend to drink much more.
"It's still the old problem—The Batman Who Laughs. I need to know how the matter I entrusted to you has been going."