"Let go of me! I'm just a child, I don't understand what you're talking about!" Franklin struggled, repeatedly pushing at Deathstroke's chest with his little arms, his face on the verge of tears.
He looked pleadingly at Doom and Susan for help, like a frightened child.
He really was a child, but as a genius, age had never limited his intelligence. He was smarter than the vast majority of adults.
However, no matter how smart someone was, they could not withstand the people around them undermining them. Before Susan could say anything, Valeria beside Deathstroke pretended to gag in disgust, scraped a finger across her cheek, and said to her brother:
"That's disgusting. Stop pretending to be childish. Obviously, these two people from a Parallel World already know about you. Acting like this will do nothing except upset Mom."
The Black and Yellow Armored Figure was clearly with the other Uncle Doom. The two of them had entered this Cancerous Universe and used magic so freely without being affected, which meant they had already handled many things. They were most likely extraordinarily powerful Mages.
Furthermore, when the Black and Yellow Armored Figure had pinched Franklin's nose earlier, he had been wearing an Infinity Gauntlet studded with gems. That was not something one could obtain easily.
So, in the little girl's opinion, Franklin had chosen the wrong tactic. If he did not want to tell the truth, he could have simply acted cute and muddled through rather than trying to play dumb like this.
Boys really were childish and playful. He was already four years old—why was he still so immature?
Franklin, in someone's arms, gave up struggling and looked speechlessly at his sister. He simply did not want his plan to encounter any unforeseen complications, but why could Valeria not