The three sat on a bench. The night wind was not boisterous; instead, it brought a sense of peace and warmth, as though they had returned home.
Quite a few passersby saw Barry and Deathstroke, but they merely smiled politely, with none of the behavior of overzealous fans. So, in Cyborg's mind, everyone was probably just ordinary people, with no need for fanatical worship.
"Hmm, so even in Cyborg's eyes, I've become a good person?" Su Ming found it somewhat amusing. Without him, Deathstroke's image in Cyborg's mind should have been that of a Nightmare or an ultimate villain, right? Passersby ought to have run at the sight of him.
"Slade, you were always a good person." The Flash patted Su Ming's shoulder with a very earnest expression. "Though you like killing people, enjoy scheming against others, deliberately use Batwoman for amusement, and go against Superman, you're a good person."
Even Barry himself laughed at that, because it did sound a little off.
"I'm neither a Superhero nor a supervillain. I'm just the most ordinary kind of person." Su Ming hooked an arm around The Flash's neck and clinked soda bottles with him. "Everyone in the Justice League would be willing to sacrifice themselves for others when necessary, but I can't do that. I couldn't trade my life for the survival of some stranger on the street, much less help a child climb a tree to rescue a cat while I'm on vacation."
"Uh, sacrificing yourself for others might indeed be a little difficult, but climbing a tree to save a cat should be easy enough, right?" Barry scratched his head, looking puzzled. "When I patrol Central City, I often help people rescue cats too. It saves the fire department from having to respond."
The Flash wore an innocent smile