Damian was exceptionally good at hiding his emotions. He quickly suppressed the chaotic thoughts in his heart and laid out everything he knew, along with some of his own analysis, as thoroughly as if he were handing in homework.
Then he pinched the edge of his cape and looked at Deathstroke with wide eyes, like an athlete waiting for the judges to score him.
"Joker? I haven't seen him in a long time. But you said he's dead?"
But the one who spoke was not Deathstroke. It was another man stepping out of the darkness, a rock singer with long hair draped over his shoulders, wearing metal armor over a red-and-blue uniform.
Damian narrowed his eyes, recognizing him the next second.
"Superboy-Prime?"
"Yeah, it's me. Didn't expect you to recognize me. When I was sealed into the Source Wall, you were probably only a few years old." Little Superman walked over to the glass window, wearing the exact same smile as Earth-0's Superman.
Damian pulled up a corner of his cape to cover his face. "Of course I know you. The craziest of the Otherworlders. The Batcave's computer has files on you, and you're on the Justice League's blacklist too."
Superboy-Prime smacked his lips and folded his arms. "There were some misunderstandings back then, but now I want to be a good person."
"You should say that to Nightwing. You joined the Titans and worked with them, but after you turned on them, you killed members of the Justice League Collective and injured teammates who considered you a friend. Ask the people who died whether they're willing to give you another chance."
With Deathstroke backing him up, Damian spoke with astonishing confidence. After saying that, he planted both hands on his hips in an extremely arrogant pose.
"I... it was