"Same to you, Jonathan."
Smiling, Deathstroke scooped up the boy who had rushed out of the room to greet him politely, letting Strangle discreetly take a tiny sample to examine the boy's blood. His expression remained relaxed as he said, "You've always been very polite. Clark raised you to be a good person—at least much better behaved than Damian. That kid, honestly... sigh."
Little Joe watched as the gorilla stopped the timer's countdown, and only then did he breathe a sigh of relief. He had been angry with his parents, but he had never intended to make such a mess that their house would get torn apart.
The moment Deathstroke arrived, he had escalated the situation straight to the highest level. That left Little Joe not knowing what to do, forcing him to hurry forward and stop him alongside his father.
That was too sinister. It was as though Deathstroke had calculated the choice he would make. Terrifying.
And there was his tone. It felt strange. Why did he sound as though Damian were his own son when he mentioned him?
"Please don't say that, Mr. Otherworld Deathstroke. Damian is my friend. He's a good guy." Influenced by the context, Jonathan inexplicably said something that should only have been said to a friend's parents.
Bobo stopped the timer and handed the C4 back to Deathstroke, looking toward the man expectantly as though seeking an answer.
But Su Ming merely gave him a slight shake of the head. Jonathan was the real deal, a genuine human-Kryptonian hybrid. There were no signs in his blood of synthetic imitation by Nanomachines.
Yes, since they were machines, even at the nanoscale, they would consume energy. That was the crucial basis for detection.
No matter what sort of cells or substances they turned themselves into,