The conference room was brightly lit, and the enormous light fixture above the Round Table even made people feel a little warm. Yet silence, carrying a chill, spread through the room.
"Um, I'm having trouble keeping up with this lesson. Who should I ask for tutoring?"
Roy, ever the jokester, was the first to break the silence. He raised one hand like an elementary school student asking a question and offered his opinion.
Oliver hurriedly used his other hand to stop Roy's questioning gesture and whispered, "It's enough that I understand. You don't need to know too much. Once the meeting is over, go do the resurrection task Entity of Life gave you, understand?"
"I just want to help. Stop treating me like a kid all the time, please, Oliver. I'm the same age as Nightwing." Roy rolled his eyes and slumped weakly against the back of his chair.
"Who would be worse to compare yourself to than Nightwing?" Thinking of Dick's recent situation left Oliver helpless. He said earnestly, "Someone blew a huge hole in his head with a shotgun, and he lay in bed for half a year. During that time, his soul even switched places with someone else somehow. Then, during rehabilitation, some woman kidnapped and toyed with him. He only came back recently, and he looks twenty years older. He's worse off than you."
"Ahem. Fine, I have no more questions."
Arsenal turned away, holding back laughter. Knowing his best friend had been so unlucky, he suddenly felt that Dick truly was a good brother, sharing the same miserable fate.
Barry used two fingers to imitate a little person walking across the table, moving with an exceptionally slow and arduous pace. He drew a deep breath. "Deathstroke, go on. Explain what exactly a 'Crisis' is. When