"You want me to reforge Earth-33?"
The World Forger, carrying a massive hammer and wiping sweat beside the lava, frowned. His blue skin was now blackened, making him look like a coal miner.
"Is that difficult?"
Su Ming narrowed his eyes around his cigarette. Harley looked around curiously, while Little Superman seemed somewhat nervous. His hands were tightly clenched, and even the S emblem on his chest had been kneaded into a wrinkled mess.
The big blue man nodded first, then shook his head, looking troubled.
"Of course I'm willing to help you, Deathstroke. You're the benefactor of us three brothers. As far as I remember, the last time the three of us sat down and spoke peacefully was over a billion years ago. I'm very grateful. But perhaps this matter should be considered more carefully?"
Su Ming shook his head. Folding his arms, he looked toward the pool beside them, where the Tenth Metal churned and sent tiny ripples across the surface.
"If there are difficulties, say them. I'll solve them."
"First, this Multiverse was created by our mother. You know that." The World Forger rested both hands on the long handle of his hammer as he explained. "And the Dark Multiverse I created was, frankly, just an imitation of her work. It wasn't even very successful. I don't know whether I can perfectly shape an Earth from the Light Multiverse."
"I get it. He lacks confidence. Harley, what kind of illness is that?" Deathstroke quietly asked the woman beside him.
At some point, Harley had put on a pair of golden glasses. She rubbed her little nose and smiled. "Autism caused by being alone for too long. Leave it to me. I guarantee that in five minutes, he'll be even more arrogant than Batwoman. Hahaha!"
"Ahem, enough. Don't