As the leader of the Legion of Doom, Luthor could not be bothered to stand up for a gorilla. He even found it a little funny.
Grodd was the biggest member of the group, yet he had been the first to be crushed by Deathstroke's psychotic display.
Then again, Grodd especially loved using Psionic Power to read other people's thoughts or control their bodies.
But every bone in Deathstroke's body was Tenth Metal, completely blocking all mental means. Perhaps, in Grodd's eyes, accustomed as he was to reading minds, Deathstroke's mystery had gradually become synonymous with terror.
A gorilla king, was he? He was nowhere near as good as Bobo. Grodd's vision was still too narrow.
Even setting aside the clever Detective Chimp, just look at Cheetah and Sinestro's behavior in the group. They were both far more natural and normal.
Cheetah was beside the others, speaking to the squinting big cat at the rear of the group while practicing card flourishes as she walked.
Uncle Sai was talking as well, though he was talking to the green Little Dwarves doll in his hand. He had even named the toy Hal.
"If I get the chance, I'll talk to him."
Silently delivering those perfunctory words, Luthor also activated the Mental Shield on his armor, kicking the gorilla's telepathic connection out of his mind.
Thus, each thinking different thoughts, the group passed through the crowded plaza and entered the depths of the village.
The streets near the village entrance were lined with shops, but the farther they went into the village, the sparser the buildings became, until they found themselves amid vegetable plots and wheat fields.
The farming style here was typical smallholder agriculture. Every household had its own little farm, growing different things. The wooden fences served more as decoration,