"My little cousin's episodes have been getting more and more frequent." As Su Ming wiped the foul blood from the Owl Dagger with a tissue, he spoke to Superman. Not far away, Deadpool lay on the ground, wriggling like a caterpillar. "But he's right. We need to pick up the pace. I need you to be the bait, Clark."
"No problem. What do I do?"
Superman agreed without a second thought. He had a strict moral code and held himself to high standards, but he was actually very intelligent. His brain just occasionally failed to turn over.
Deathstroke had said before that Darkseid had been hunting Superman himself. That obviously hadn't been meaningless chatter; it had been laying the groundwork for the bait plan now.
Clark had long been mentally prepared.
Even if Deathstroke had not said anything, Darkseid would still have come after him. By mentioning it beforehand, Deathstroke had instead shown him respect.
Superman felt that concern, and it made him happy.
Because whenever Batman planned to use someone as bait, she would definitely not tell them—she did not trust the person serving as bait.
Touched by Deathstroke's concern, Superman even wanted to go help Deadpool up from the ground.
But how could Bobo possibly let Superman get close to Deadpool? Wouldn't that let Little Cousin go crazy adding scenes for himself?
The clever ape had already seen through it. He also knew that Deadpool had his own insane theory, the "Popularity Theory" Deathstroke had once mentioned.
The moment he arrived, he first looked for Batman, then interacted with Superman. Why?
You thought he was having an episode? Not at all. He was playing dumb and acting crazy to ride their popularity.
Though the ape did not know what Deadpool based his judgments on, he had noticed that,