"I got it done. Damn, Director Carol's cat was insanely powerful."
At that moment, Miss America's report came through the comm channel. Though it was unclear whether the Flerken had swallowed the entire Sea of Snakes dimension or merely the countless venomous snakes within it, America Chavez clearly believed she had completed the task Deathstroke had assigned her.
"Meow."
On the other end of the channel, the Flerken could still be heard letting out a soft, credit-seeking meow, followed by contented purring. America was probably rubbing its belly as a reward.
"Excellent. You were a big help, girl. When I get back, we can talk about your physical condition." Deathstroke rewarded the girl as well. He was a Mercenary and believed that every effort deserved compensation, no matter how great or small. He never made anyone work for nothing.
Without waiting for America to respond, Deathstroke ended the call and looked at the people beside him.
"Harley, find the snake god in the city. See where he's hiding."
Harley tilted her head and wrapped Squirrel Girl's fluffy tail around her neck like a fur scarf. In the tone of a refined lady, she asked, "You want me to check where the weird Thought Bubbles are? Heehee, wouldn't that count as cheating?"
"That depends on whether our opponent will still be alive afterward to complain to the referee." Deathstroke patted Diana's arm, signaling that she did not need to be overly tense.
"Then you'll need to give me a little ride." Harley climbed back onto the flying carpet and curled a finger painted with rainbow nail polish. "My eyesight can't see that far, and I forgot to bring Mr. Beaver this time. So I can only use the dumb method and look around everywhere."
"Use this." Deathstroke tossed her something. It