Superboy-Prime was absolutely useful. He could physically break through walls, and getting into places like Hell or the Dreaming was no problem at all. There was no need for any contact method, either. Just call his name.
"Alright, Clark, your next task is to talk some sense into 'your' cousin." Su Ming hooked an arm around Superboy-Prime's neck and warmly patted his shoulder. "She was brainwashed by the DEO. You've seen how that goes in the comics, right?"
"Okay." Little Superman landed and looked around, trying to find the cameras, but gave up when his search proved futile. He looked at the young Supergirl. "How about we go talk by the lake alone?"
Kara tilted her head adorably. She felt like something was off.
Worthy of being a Kryptonian with Super Vision, she spotted what was wrong. Her eyes lit up, and she pointed a small finger at Superman's long hair.
"When did you grow your hair out? Did you learn it from those rock bands on TV?"
Superboy-Prime gave an awkward laugh and raised a hand, asking her to wait. He turned back to Deathstroke, grabbed the Mercenary, and flew some distance away to find a secluded spot. Taking out a sheet of paper, he used Heat Vision to write:
"I want to go kill The Batman Who Laughs with you, save the world, and become a shining hero in people's hearts, but you want me to babysit?"
Deathstroke cleared his throat, glanced behind him, and solemnly used Godslayer, now transformed back into a scimitar, to carve words into the paper.
"The cameras are watching you. You need to show compassion. A Superhero must always have compassion and patience. She's another one of your cousins, so she counts as family. If you show impatience even toward her, you still