"Gender-based division of labor? This was starting to feel a little primitive."
Watching people go comfort the children while even more stood helplessly in the darkness, Su Ming whispered to Harley in his arms:
"But don't you need to step in? As the settlement's leader, you should be the one calming everyone down."
"Not my problem. Back when I was in Arkham, I originally wanted to work hard and become the director, because directors could get paid without doing anything. I don't want to manage anything at all."
Harley waved her fair little hand and yawned, looking like she had not fully woken up yet.
"Besides, if I comforted them, what would there be left to observe? I want to see how they react in an emergency."
"Fine. In a bit, I'll use checking the wiring as an excuse to go out and arrange a few things. You can go back to the RV and catch up on sleep. In a couple of days, there's the tornado Old Mike specifically requested, plus the melting of the Arctic and Antarctic that I ordered. Get ready beforehand—at least reinforce the roof."
"Mm, got it. But which students are you planning to bring to see the wormhole? Do I know any of them?"
"I'm not sure either. It's a gathering, after all. No one is being forced to come, and there's no payment." Deathstroke shook his head and set her down on a sofa someone had picked up nearby. "Anyway, just watch TV. If you see Zombie Tyrannomon fighting Godzilla, I should be somewhere nearby."
The monster, with countless eyes and countless arms and an Omega symbol painted where its face should have been, lifted a mouse-shaped Kaiju. Then it used Bane's signature move: a knee-breaking backbreaker.
With a crack, sheer brute force