"It's so hot. I forgot to buy a drink. Deathstroke, do you have any spare soda?"
As Su Ming watched the track, he suddenly felt a small figure draw close. Amid the crowded audience, she seemed to carry the scent of sweat. A little hand in a red leather glove reached out before him.
She was a girl under twenty, casually asking him for a soda as though they already knew each other.
"Jesse Quick from Earth-Two of the CW Multiverse? I don't recall meeting you before." Though he said that, he still took an ice-cold soda from his belt pouch and handed it to her. "I didn't expect President Superman to have some sense of expansion. I only discovered your Multiversal System not long ago, and he's already contacted you. Heh."
"Oh! You're not the Deathstroke I know? I got the wrong person. How embarrassing, hehe."
The girl bared her teeth and scratched her head, but in the arena's heat, the chill rising from the soda bottle looked even more tempting. Under the envious gazes of those around her, she still accepted it.
"Sorry, it's my first time running into a situation where there are other multiverses outside our own multiverse. All you Deathstrokes must look pretty alike too, right?"
Her thoughts were clearly a little muddled. She did not even know what she was saying, and her words twisted around like a tongue twister.
"You could say that. The biggest difference is usually the material of the armor, but outsiders have a hard time telling." Su Ming smiled and shook his head, showing that he did not mind, then tapped his uniform with a finger. "But if I remember correctly, the Deathstroke on the CW side isn't one of your people. Why did you think of asking him