After leaving behind the evidence that would clear Barry's father and receiving Cyborg's promise that he would contact ARGUS and handle it as soon as possible.
They should have gone straight to the president, but the previous president—the one who loved cola and Twitter—had been killed by Luthor's people during the Year of the Villain. The new president was seriously off. He liked to shit himself while talking to people, like some kind of mental patient.
Cyborg was not good at dealing with mental patients, nor was he a politician. He truly could not keep a straight face "while the president explosively shits right in front of him." If that really happened, he was afraid he would start swearing.
So he decided to contact ARGUS in the Justice League's name and have Amanda handle it. At worst, he could spare some time to do a job for that woman someday.
That sounded like no problem, so Deathstroke's group teleported away from the Hall of Justice and arrived directly in Los Angeles on North America's West Coast.
The moment they landed, Bobo climbed onto his shoulder and began muttering complaints in a low voice, shaking his head. "Dark. Batman is way too dark. He even specifically took Little Dai along on the adventure. That way, if they go missing too, you'll definitely try to rescue them for Diana's sake. That's his escape route."
"You're right, but it isn't entirely a bad thing. At least it means Batman trusts my abilities, doesn't it?"
Su Ming's mood was completely unaffected as he lit the cigarette between his lips. Cloak hung over the four of them like an upside-down pot, keeping them invisible and preventing them from disturbing the pedestrians nearby. Still, he spoke optimistically. "Making Batman trust me? Even Superman ought to be