"Slade, was what Batwoman said true? Are you really a genie?"
The moment Arthur saw the figure in black-and-yellow armor, he broke into a hearty grin. He spread his arms and headed for the door, ready to give his friend a seafood-scented hug.
The son of the sea was just that passionate, his emotions as undisguised as a storm.
Deathstroke also spread his arms and walked into the conference room to meet Arthur. But Green Arrow noticed something odd. Though it was only a subtle difference, this person's height was wrong.
And even after entering the conference room, this Deathstroke still had his helmet and mask on.
This wasn't any of the ones they knew!
"Get back, Arthur, that's not him—"
Before Green Arrow could finish, a sharp crack cut him off in an instant.
"Crack!"
The Armored Figure with his arms spread was pierced through the back by a golden longsword. The strike was so powerful that it lifted him off his feet, leaving him suspended in midair.
Another Deathstroke emerged from the air behind him like a ghost, steadily holding the golden weapon as he leaned his head toward the pierced man's ear.
"Who are you?"
All Deathstrokes had Healing Factors. Being pierced by Godslayer was not fatal, but Strangle had invaded his nervous system, robbing him of the ability to move. Still, Su Ming had left him the ability to speak. He wanted to know what this trick was.
This Deathstroke was not any one he knew. Strangle said he had an entirely new scent. Could there be other newcomers after someone like Brutus appeared?
The man skewered on the sword had formidable willpower. Even after being seized by Strangle, he could still move his neck. Like a rusty machine, his head jerked as he turned to