The three continued on their way.
"I've found that you're still better suited to a Yellow Lantern Ring. A White Lantern Ring becomes an instrument of torture in your hands too. Even through that bat mask, I could feel Batwing's fear of you."
Su Ming removed his mask and smiled as he discussed what had just happened with Sinestro. Wayne Tower was close at hand; they could enter through the observation deck windows.
"A Yellow Lantern Ring can't deal with Black Lantern Zombies. And you've seen my condition. I'm half-dead myself—what right do I have to give life to anyone else?" The red-faced alien shook his head, slowly clenching his fist. "Perhaps you can—"
"Batwoman is the one who wants to deal with Nekron. I have several other targets to deal with."
As he gently declined, Deathstroke landed inside the observation deck and set Laurie down beside him.
Although she had copied Superman's flight ability, she had rarely flown before. It was like a child who had only played farming flight simulators suddenly climbing into an F22 to fight in the Gulf War. There were too many uncertainties in her flying, so it was safer to carry her along directly.
"Batwoman isn't a Lantern. You are. I've never seen anyone with nine rings."
Sinestro did not know what he was thinking, but he instead tried to persuade Su Ming to deal with Nekron alongside him.
"That only proves that your Earth's Kyle is useless." Su Ming did not make the normally invisible Ultraviolet Lantern appear, nor did he correct the red-faced man's wording. "But you still haven't answered my question. How did you end up half-dead like this, and how did you obtain a White Lantern Ring?"
It was merely casual conversation. Deathstroke was still looking for the switch to