What Cyborg thought while fighting, Su Ming had no idea. But at least he looked pretty happy. After all, who could resist happily fighting with ever-changing abilities?
However, Luthor, standing beside him, had clearly noticed something. As he watched the enemies die in all sorts of perversely amusing ways, his expression grew increasingly puzzled.
"Slade, did you notice it?"
"Mm. Looks like you noticed too."
Standing in the gale at the bow, the Mercenary pulled out a cigarette, lit it with Cosmic Energy, and took a deep drag.
Their riddle-like exchange immediately caught Cheetah's attention. Her pointed ears twitched as she leaned closer.
"What encrypted language are you two speaking? Could you explain it to everyone? We're teammates, aren't we?"
Seeing that Cheetah still held half a bag of Spicy Strips in her claws, Deathstroke handed her a napkin. Rather than answering, he asked, "Have you fought Apokolips's forces before?"
"Lots of times. Every time Darkseid invaded Earth, his underlings attacked people indiscriminately. I couldn't just let them hit me without fighting back, so of course I had to take them out."
Wiping her catlike mouth, Cheetah answered with a smile, revealing her sharp fangs.
"Then did you notice that they often say something before they die?" Su Ming raised an eyebrow again, signaling for her to think back.
Without needing a moment's thought, Minerva blurted it out, as if recalling something delightful.
"I know. 'Darkseid Is.' Those fly-like Parademons only know that one sentence in English, like a recording on repeat. As for the more human-looking New Gods, when I bite through their throats, they make this leaky hissing sound as they shout it. It's so funny!"
Luthor crookedly smiled. Standing at the bow with his arms folded, the gale had no effect whatsoever on his "hairstyle," so he