"Grail, Grail, just how many little secrets do you have, hmm?"
Su Ming had actually been in a pretty good mood while watching Luthor and Superman bicker. Even when they returned to the Waverider and jumped back to Earth-0 of Multiverse 1, he had been humming a tune he had made up himself.
But as soon as the ship returned to Earth-0's orbit, he noticed a problem.
The half of Earth shrouded in night was still pitch-black.
"Strange. With the different Timeline Speed, it should nearly be morning in Europe and America on Earth-0. Superboy-Prime still hasn't fixed the blackout after an entire night?"
Standing on the ship's bridge and looking through the massive window at the blue planet below, enveloped in darkness, Deathstroke spoke with slight puzzlement.
Ever since Little Cousin had appeared, Su Ming had felt that something was off with him. His brain seemed to be showing signs of slipping out of control.
His mind was filled with the image of Wade slurping Zubado's tentacles, along with that sizzling sound, and the way saliva mixed with bits of mouth skin and streaks of blood had glistened.
Even after Zubado turned into a pile of white ash, no one knew what those tentacles actually were.
Were they noses? Mouths? Or some kind of reproductive organ?
The most crucial question had no answer. The unknown was an awful feeling, and his brain kept demanding a solution to the mystery.
Whether the answer let him breathe a sigh of relief or made him vomit outright, either would be better than this unresolved limbo.
He could use willpower to keep himself from dwelling too much on it, but as a human, he could never completely control his own brain. Thoughts had always been free, even when their owner was imprisoned.
Still,