"There were still leads, Oliver."
Deathstroke took off his Cloak and gave it a shake. It turned into a throne-like chair. While everyone else stood, he alone sat down, pulling Bobo onto his lap and sliding some distance away from Shazam's vomit.
"But let's talk about what's in front of us first. Is this the fake Clayface corpse from Gotham?"
"Yes. We're trying to study it, but Mister Terrific has vanished again."
J'onn braced both hands against the operating table. The lights gleamed off his skin, but the Martian's voice was full of helplessness.
Mister Terrific was the Justice League's Chief Scientist, but he was too smart—smart to a fault. Whenever there was the slightest hint that things might go badly, he would disappear without a sound and hide away.
He probably would not show himself again until everything had been completely resolved.
Without him, the research had to fall to Blue Beetle. After all, his alien armor was highly advanced and came with its own technological system.
But Blue Beetle was still suffering from the aftereffects of The Batman Who Laughs Virus, while the loss of control over his alien armor continued to plague him. He was not even sure who he was anymore. It was difficult for him to leave the house, and he had sunk into a depressed state.
The Justice League naturally had other scientists, but they were still far behind geniuses and aliens.
"Here's an Autopsy Ritual report provided by Luthor. I'll share it with everyone now."
Su Ming signaled for J'onn not to worry about it. Mister Terrific vanished every time; they should have expected it by now. He raised a hand and had Adjutant replay the earlier footage from the bald man, explaining the entire story behind the Clayface Plasma and Nanomachines to