"Since you think Nightwing is about to make a mistake, why not talk to him?"
Su Ming patted Damian's hand and looked the boy in the eyes, listening with utmost seriousness.
"Dick has always acted like the eldest brother. Other than Tim, whose words he'll listen to a little, Jason's and my opinions are just noise in his ears." Damian brought up the past, tilting his head back with a soft sigh. "I want to talk to him, but lately he's been focused on Jason's situation. You understand what I mean."
Deathstroke slowly nodded, then rubbed Damian's head with an understanding expression.
"So the young master of a wealthy family inherited Batman's CEO style, huh? Fine. It's understandable if you don't want to go to Titans Island, but even if you're assembling a team, you shouldn't come here. You should be protecting New York."
"Understood." After a brief moment of thought, Damian accepted the arrangement. Gotham's situation was obviously more complicated. He himself would be fine, but his teammates might not be able to adapt to this place's style.
Even inside the Bell Tower, they could hear gunfire outside popping like firecrackers. In Gotham, even a homeless man might suddenly pull a gun and open fire on The Stranger. It was probably too exciting for Black Wally and Little Fatty.
"Good, as long as you understand. Barbara, do you know where Batman is right now? I want to ask him about Grail." Satisfied, Su Ming stuffed a bag of candy into Damian's hands for him to share with his teammates, then turned to Barbara.
The rainy night was cold. The heat had vanished from the white porcelain cup in the girl's hands in no time, and she had barely taken a few sips.
Her hair was a mess from all