The old witch did not press further. She knew Deathstroke would not talk, so for the time that followed, she merely leaned back in her seat, tucking her hunched body into the soft backrest as her small eyes watched the flowing lights outside the window.
Barry ran into the Speed Force, and the scenery outside became a kaleidoscope of colors. Ordinary people would not be able to see anything at all, but a seer's eyes differed somewhat from those of ordinary people.
After watching for a few minutes, she suddenly spoke again:
"Don't you need me to divine anything? Perhaps Chief and Cyborg aren't together."
"There's no need to trouble yourself. The human heart changes too much; divination here has no meaning." Su Ming watched the road ahead, calmly smoking and drinking. "Finding Chief first can't be wrong. He must know quite a lot about Cyborg, or he wouldn't have had the nerve to chase in here alone."
"His nerve is far greater than you imagine." The old witch smiled, her breath smelling like Gotham sewers. "Don't let the wheelchair and glasses fool you. He is absolutely one of the craziest men in the world. Calmly crazy, very much like you."
"I'm just an ordinary man, Master. A fight is coming up. If you don't want to participate, help switch out someone who can fight. If you want to breathe some fresh air outside a little longer, you're welcome to follow along."
At that, the old woman immediately rapped her own head with a shriveled hand. "Look at this old woman's memory. I still have a potion brewing in my room. I must go back at once. I only came out this time to meet you and see what the man who defeated the God of Witchcraft was like."
"So