The table was laden with wedding candies, cigarettes, and fine liquor, but Batwoman did not reach for any of it. His face was expressionless, yet it was clear that his gaze behind the mask remained fixed on Luthor beside him.
The bald man was quite at ease. After all, Superman had cleared his name and personally guaranteed his entry into the Justice League. Although Batwoman's plan had not included him traveling along, his legs belonged to him.
Lex Luthor could go wherever he wanted. Not even Batwoman could stop him.
The bald man in an expensive suit poured himself a drink and filled a glass for his little secretary as well. The two chatted and drank together, discussing nothing but the recent reconstruction project at LexCorp Tower—utterly pointless matters.
Su Ming had been talking with Barry when he sensed a gust of bloody wind rushing at him from behind. A figure took the empty chair beside him with lightning speed.
When he turned his head, Satan—whose appearance and gender constantly shifted—was sitting there with a flirtatious smile, raising an eyebrow at him.
"Deathstroke, why didn't you invite me?"
"Because I was worried that once my cousin's invitation reached your hands, you'd add a few lines and turn it into a Demon Contract, Your Majesty Lucifer." Su Ming released Barry and sat up straight, pouring drinks for himself and the King of Hell. "Besides, I knew that if you wanted to come, you would come even without an invitation. Demons always like to take the initiative."
Lucifer had not come alone. He had brought Maze, Beelzebub, and a whole group of Hell's big shots with him. They truly looked as though they had come for a party.
"Hehe, you're right. Who told me to be a Fallen One?" Lucifer clinked his