"Hmm? Do you know who I am, or are you just trying to bluff me?"
Deathstroke sat up straighter on the sofa, showing a little more interest.
After all, Reverse-Flash was a clever little fellow. Looking at him now, perhaps he really had seen something in the Timeline.
Behind the barrier, Swann wore shackles and handcuffs, thick Iron Chains pinning him to the wall behind him. Any slight movement made the metal rattle loudly.
Still, he had a toy to pass the time: a yellow ball the size of a tennis ball. He played with it like a bouncy ball, sending it ricocheting back and forth between the walls and ceiling.
Yet no matter which direction he threw it, after several rebounds, the ball always returned to Swann's hand.
"You call yourself Slade Wilson from Origin Earth. You told Barry he could call you 'Su,' and you've saved Earth-0 in the twenty-first century countless times. Am I right?"
The doctor smiled and nodded, revealing these details to prove that he was not bluffing, that he truly knew what he was talking about.
"So you really have seen some things. We thought we would meet the version of you from this era, not the one who went into the past and came back."
Bobo put his pipe in his mouth as well. Back in his circus days, he had been the one people watched. And really, being outside the cage felt completely different.
"Honestly, if Deathstroke hadn't insisted, I would have always assumed you were dead."
"There is no difference between those things, Detective Bobo. If you are a speedster, one day you will understand as I do." Swann leaned toward the barrier, practically pressing his face against it. With a strange smile, he whispered, "You will understand that time is