"So, the people on this planet all live like ground rats in underground shelters, with no effective means of communication between them. The main theme of the wasteland is plunder and murder."
As the three of them flew slowly close to the ground, Su Ming explained the situation on this Earth to them.
"Brutus should be a native here, but we still don't know why he came into contact with Zubado. And behind Zubado stands the Hand of the Void."
"Heh, a familiar yet unfamiliar codename." Luthor let out a cold laugh. It was an ordinary enough laugh, yet it always sounded malicious. You got used to it. "Perpetua was once a member of the Hand of Creation. We won't be facing the Origin Court directly this time, will we?"
Superman was completely bewildered. He could no longer understand any of this; the information gap was simply too vast.
However, through his conversation with Deathstroke, he had also learned something Batman had not told him: the Hall of Justice had nearly been overrun, there was a suspected traitor within, and an unspecified number of scientists had died.
That left Clark angry and helpless. Batwoman was always like this. If her analysis concluded that you were not suited to know something, she absolutely would not tell you.
By comparison, Deathstroke was more straightforward. He also offered no explanation, but at least he would mention it.
The evening wind was thick with radioactive dust, howling past the ears of the three men as Su Ming shook his head while flying.
It was within Su Ming's expectations that Luthor knew these things. After all, Perpetua's legacy, Divinity, was now in the bald man's hands, and it contained plenty of intelligence.
"You've never dealt with the Hand of the Void, Lex. He isn't on