Corrigan was probably some kind of applause monster. Maybe he was just bad with words; in any case, clapping was the only way he knew how to show support.
Deathstroke pointed at The Spectre's nose and gave him a thorough dressing-down, while the detective started clapping again, looking immensely satisfied.
Unfortunately, The Spectre had no sense of shame whatsoever, so the attempt to insult him to death failed. But it did not matter. Trying was free, after all.
"I didn't come here this time to get involved in your business. I'm only asking you one thing: I want revenge on The Upside-Down Man. Tell me how I can catch him." Su Ming tossed Corrigan a pack of cigarettes and a bottle of liquor, staring at The Spectre's face beneath his hood. "Give me the answer, and I'll leave. Otherwise, I'm afraid I'll have to make you suffer a little."
"Mortal, how dare you provoke the Wrath of God?!"
The Spectre got fired up again. Reasoning was not his forte, but raging certainly was.
As green light blazed around them, fierce winds suddenly rose, making everyone sitting on Deathstroke's Cloak sway unsteadily behind him.
Su Ming merely smiled, letting out a series of snickers beneath the crushing pressure. "What? You think mortals have no means of hurting gods? Forget a mere Wrath of God like you—I've even killed one of your boss's avatars. I'll give you one last chance to reconsider."
"Justice permits no compromise. You are not the one who can take revenge on The Upside-Down Man." The Spectre still would not yield.
He could not act against The Upside-Down Man, but Destiny had decreed that Zatanna would defeat him. She was meant to avenge her father—that was righteous revenge, not a falling-out between business partners like Deathstroke and The