With Strangle securing every cell in the prey's body, there was basically no chance of letting him escape. But to be safe, Su Ming still gave him another whack with the Frying Pan before carrying him off to rejoin his teammates.
Seeing that the plan had truly captured a live one, even J'onn seemed to be in high spirits. He eagerly changed back into his own form, as if letting out a long breath.
He did not want to play Deathstroke for even one second longer.
"Doctor, Johnny Quick, take us back."
They returned the way they had come. There was nothing more to say about it: they went through the Speed Force back to the Main Dimension of Omega Earth, then used the flying carpet's invisibility to slip into the sun.
After getting onto the flying carpet, Su Ming reached out and snapped the mask off the prey's face. It had originally worn a terrified expression, but once it was in Deathstroke's hands, it became a simple curved surface with no expression at all.
"It's actually him!" J'onn could not believe his eyes. He simply could not figure out how this man had mastered the Speed Force.
"Who else could it be? Of course it's him." Su Ming lit a cigarette and smiled as he slapped the unconscious prisoner across the face a few times, checking the degree of "anesthesia." "But to keep Batwoman from doubting our interrogation methods, we should bring this human Traitor back to base and let Batman question him personally. What do you think?"
J'onn had no objections. Deathstroke had considered everything thoroughly, so he merely nodded.
"Alright!"
He failed to notice that Su Ming's hand behind his back had slipped the enemy's strange gray-white mask into his belt pouch.
When they returned to the