Detective Chimp nodded silently. He had to admit that Deathstroke was right. He couldn't imagine what a traitor to humanity who vanished without a trace the moment a fight broke out would look like.
An extremely intelligent person who valued his own life that much would never be willing to offend both Batwoman and Deathstroke at once.
As for whether Mister Terrific had considered the opposite of Deathstroke's way of thinking and deliberately gone against the grain? No. That would have been too troublesome. Michael hated trouble, so his intelligence could only be put to use in scientific research. He did not possess even the slightest tactical ability.
Even when trouble came looking for him, he would avoid it if he could, and shove it onto someone else if he couldn't.
So the canned soybean lead had merely been trouble he tossed out?
"Are you talking about Mister Terrific? He isn't a Traitor. I can vouch for him." Harley rubbed against Deathstroke's arm, comfortably closing her eyes in the face of the setting sun. "Seriously, that Black brother you mentioned may be smart, but he traded away his emotional intelligence for it. Someone who can barely maintain interpersonal relationships can't be a spy."
Bobo curiously glanced at the crazy woman and looked at her pale little face. "I never knew you were so familiar with Michael. Why are you willing to vouch for him?"
The last streak of sunset flashed through a gap in the thick clouds on the horizon. The smell of dust took over more of their senses, and everything seemed to suddenly grow dark.
"Ha, is it finally my turn? Thank you! I've been waiting for this chance for ages!"
Harley, who had likewise emerged from darkness, excitedly rubbed her hands together. She even stuck out her