Including the wait for the food, Barry finished eating in under three minutes. After thanking Deathstroke for the meal again and arranging to eat at his place next time, he hurried off.
Before they parted, Deathstroke gave him another suggestion: Barry should take Green Arrow and the two Arsenals to see Madame Xanadu. Perhaps a Tarot Card reading might reveal something.
Madame Xanadu was always easy to talk to as long as there was money to be made, and Oliver was not short on cash.
Only after The Flash's afterimage bid everyone farewell and vanished into the air did the silent Bobo finally raise his head from his plate, pressing a piece of lobster meat through the sauce with his fork.
"You knew about this all along, didn't you?"
"Oh? What makes you say that?"
Su Ming smiled, lowered his head to eat, and took a sip of wine.
"You weren't surprised at all. Anything performed is ultimately fake, and black, furry animals like me? We have a beast's intuition."
Bobo, making fun of himself, stuffed the meat into his mouth and lowered his voice. After all, he had just taken a jab at Batwoman from afar, and this was Gotham.
Raven quietly ate her food, the little girl acting as though she had heard nothing. As a sorceress, she knew that sometimes keeping people from knowing the truth was a form of protection.
It was the art of keeping others away from darkness, or preventing them from staring directly into that bleak Future.
Deathstroke nodded with an inscrutable smile, tacitly admitting it, but then said:
"I have another hypothesis that can't be proven for the moment. Hypertime may have created all of this. From the perspective of time, Hypertime contains fragments of many past stories, and the people within