"Come take a look at what gift I brought you, gentlemen."
Dressed in a gray suit, Luthor strode into the room with his chin raised, brazenly carrying a Superman corpse over his shoulder. He nodded first to Deathstroke and Bobo, then smiled at Harley and the others as he said in a reserved yet arrogant tone:
"And ladies, good morning. How did everyone rest after returning from another multiverse last night? Nights without electricity are always especially quiet."
Bobo, curled up among a pile of dirty clothes on the sofa, twisted his mouth and replied sarcastically:
"Hilarious. None of us slept at all. If you have good news, just say it. Otherwise, give this ape some time to listen to stories about The Red."
The bald Luthor shifted aside to avoid Harley's little hand reaching for the cat food. Smiling, he gestured for her to be patient; she could have it once they were done with the Superman corpse.
Then, the inhuman scientist continued explaining things to Bobo and Deathstroke:
"The Red is not omnipotent, but humanity possesses Infinite Possibility. Take me, for example. Earlier, I saw you take Black Orchid to Soybean Earth—Deathstroke was the one who named that place, wasn't he? I guessed that you had used The Red's authority to track Doctor Santo."
Bobo, who placed greater faith in the power of the Mystic Side, rolled his eyes, clenched his cigarette between his teeth, and crossed one leg over the other.
"So? Tell me something I don't know."
"So, after parting ways with you all, I did not rest either. Instead, I returned to my territory and created a device capable of tracking living creatures in place of The Red." Luthor took a box of premium cigars from his suit and tossed it to Bobo to shut