"Alright, enough reminiscing." Deathstroke, who had been listening from the side, finally spoke. His eyepiece fixed on Jason in the distance. "Mr. Todd, it's obvious you haven't told the truth. You're no longer a Vigilante. These days, you're no different from a mercenary like me. You came all this way just because you 'heard' someone in Gotham's sewers was up to no good? Do you take us for children?"
Bobo, cradled in his arms, shook his head as well and puffed on his pipe. "Young people's greatest weakness is being young. When they make up lies, they can never think everything through."
"He didn't fool me. I simply considered his arrival irrelevant." Damian returned to Deathstroke's side, his face expressionless. "The Blade of the Great Caste poses a very limited threat to humans, and our current strength is enough to fear no threat."
"That's why I think it's so funny, hahaha! Little bird thought he'd fooled us, and he even put on that angry act like he was going to warn me." Harley laughed so hard she went limp against Deathstroke's shoulder, repeatedly patting Bobo on the back. "Look at those confused little eyes. Oh, so pitiful."
"Was I the only one who believed him?" Clayface, who had barely had any presence at the back of the group, rubbed his head. "Am I too dumb?"
Superboy-Prime said nothing. He secretly cast a sympathetic glance behind him. He hadn't thought that much about it either, but there was no way he would admit he'd been fooled.
The documentary had to leave people with an impression of him as powerful and intelligent. That was necessary for publicity.
Jason watched the group before him either laugh endlessly or merely shake their heads and sigh. He silently put on his red mask.
Even Damian