"Please, everyone. Let's go to the Fortress of Doom. Brainiac, make the preparations."
Luthor seemed extremely confident in Deathstroke's reputation. He did not even need a contract; the moment they high-fived, he ordered his butler to start making arrangements.
Because his home planet had exploded, causing all the worlds he had once kept in jars to escape and form the Spectre Universe—which Deathstroke had then taken—Brainiac was now completely screwed. He could only live under Luthor's roof, doing work much like Deathstroke's Adjutant.
After all, in Luthor's view, things like alien AI robots could at most serve as assistants to humans. The bald man used the Door Handle of Destruction to open a purple Teleportation Portal, then gestured for them to enter.
"I'm not going. I'm exhausted. The time I was supposed to spend sleeping got used up cleaning the house, and later I still need to go look for new furniture."
Harley yawned and patted her little hand over her mouth. She looked at Deathstroke pitifully, indicating that she had the will but not the strength.
As an ordinary person, her energy was limited. A week without sleep was already too much.
If she was not going, then Poison Ivy and Black Orchid would not go either. The former needed to stay behind in case of accidents, while the latter was still "performing a spirit dance," apparently not even hearing that they were leaving.
"It's fine. I'll be back soon. When you wake up, I'll be right beside you."
Su Ming did not insist. After all, Apokolips had never had any plants, and Darkseid's newly chosen home was probably another barren hellhole. There was little point in bringing The Green's representative along.
"Hehe, mwah!" Sugar Bean waved goodbye and even blew them a kiss, then immediately turned around to