"Your son?"
Watching Damian and the Teen Titans leave to rescue refugees in other cities, Lucifer asked with great interest, his face full of gossip-hungry delight.
"Not mine. I didn't. Don't talk nonsense."
Deathstroke remained expressionless and immediately delivered the classic three-part denial.
But the more he denied it like that, the more certain Lucifer became. He immediately grinned wickedly and threw an arm around Deathstroke's shoulder.
"Relax. You just cuckolded Batwoman, didn't you? I'll keep it secret for you, and I'll even praise you for a job well done. I love these twisted family relationships—conspiracies, passion, deception, secrets. They're all so thrilling."
Little Superman looked somewhat strange, but he did not say anything. Lucifer did not seem to care about the truth; he only wanted entertainment.
Wasn't Harley already smiling as she hugged Deathstroke's arm without saying a word?
"Enough with the side topics, Lord Dream." Su Ming looked toward the one who had remained utterly calm. "Other than entering the Speed Force Plane to take part in the race, is there another way to find The Batman Who Laughs?"
Daniel withdrew his gaze from the distant stars and calmly looked at Deathstroke, pointing at Su Ming's chest. "Hasn't the method been on you all along? The story is still continuing. You should know very well where the recent break in Story Continuity occurred, shouldn't you?"
Su Ming lowered his head and glanced at the smiling-face pin hanging on his chest. Its smear of red blood gleamed under the moonlight.
He had once existed outside time. When the world was changed by something from beyond, he had lost himself in the Speed Force, but he still remembered the gift his uncle had given him.
It was a watch, with a line engraved on its case back: "Every second is