"I basically agree with your assessment."
After a string of hushed intelligence exchanges, Batwoman put some distance between herself and Deathstroke. She stood in the shadows beyond the streetlights' reach, her voice modulator sounding like dry branches snapping.
"What good is talk? Give me some practical help." Deathstroke held out a hand and projected a map with his Power Ring. "You saw it too. Those ice crystal monsters that are practically immune to physical attacks are probably just minions. And whenever they show up in Gotham, there are usually a lot of them."
Snowflakes landed on Batwoman's shoulders and slid down her cape to the ground. She fell silent for a moment before speaking.
"So you think they came for me."
"Isn't that obvious? By basic strategy, if someone wants to strike at Earth, they first have to deal with the Justice League. And if they want to deal with the Justice League, they have to take you out first."
Deathstroke raised his mask, the red eyepiece lighting up in the night as his voice became hoarse.
"So you should start preparing now. While I take Bobo and the others to search for the enemy's possible base, don't go dying too early. You still haven't replied about what I told you last time."
". . . They chose to ambush us outside Penguin's Iceberg Lounge because I came here not long ago. They're like hounds."
Batman simply skipped that subject. Nothing could be read from his expression, as though he had never been to Earth-40K.
Deathstroke folded his arms and smiled.
"Think about how they mistook me for you. They may be a little nearsighted and a little stupid, but I'd say our armor color schemes are pretty different, wouldn't you? Have you considered that?"
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