Now that they were on the ground, Su Ming could not be bothered to take off again. He simply wandered around Hell's Kitchen for a while and waited for the enemy to come looking for Strangle.
To be honest, he quite liked Hell's Kitchen's atmosphere. The gazes peering out from behind the doors and windows of the buildings along the street made it feel like he had returned to Gotham. The people here were all so down-to-earth and spoke so pleasantly. The Black brothers especially loved to spit rap packed with motherfuckers while shooting, and it was incredibly hype.
This would do as the battlefield.
Squirrel Girl did not care in the slightest who the enemy was. As she followed Deathstroke along, she kept cracking sunflower seeds without pause. Her pair of front teeth moved so fast they left afterimages, and the shells even formed a line through the air. Her cheeks visibly puffed up.
Franklin was not a particularly talkative child either. He merely waited calmly. Whenever stray bullets or chunks of building debris flew toward the three of them, he transformed them into flowers in midair. The gesture was full of poetry.
In his ideal world, Earth should have been beautiful, filled everywhere with sunshine and flowers, and people would not need to slaughter one another.
Yet no matter how powerful one's superpowers were, they could never control everyone's hearts.
"You like flowers?" Deathstroke walked beside him. The boy's head only reached his waist, the perfect height for resting a hand on it.
"Mhm." The boy nodded, conjuring a water lily in his hand and blowing its white petals. "In the Cancerverse, I had only heard that Earth once possessed things called plants. Now I can create them myself, and that delights me."
"Then let's arrange Earth-40K-3 like