"What's the plan?"
Following Deathstroke through the cold, brightly lit corridor, Donna stepped over one Synthezoid corpse after another, and her mood gradually improved.
Although she hadn't personally killed Maxwell Lord and couldn't brag about it to her sister, she had at least witnessed that bastard's pathetic final moments.
Considering Deathstroke held the Black and White Lantern Rings and his connections to Death and Hell, the man codenamed "King" would never come back to life.
"Those lunatics who call themselves 'My Lord' are looking for Ulysses. So we'll give them a Ulysses."
Deathstroke answered with a smile. Killing always put him in a good mood, as though some need lurking in the darkness had been satisfied.
"Oh! You can already find that hacker? The Adjutant is amazing!" Donna blinked, speaking with obvious admiration. "I've always thought hackers were incredibly mysterious. When I was in college, someone hacked one of my social media accounts. I couldn't find the hacker who did it, and there was nothing I could do. In the end, Cyborg had to use his abilities to get my account back."
Clearly, hackers came with a certain impression bonus for her. People always feared things they did not understand, even if only a little.
Donna had attended a university in human society, but she had not really learned much. Batwoman had simply spent money to buy her an identity and a degree, giving her the opportunity to interact with ordinary young people and integrate into human society.
In that regard, young Donna had clearly done better than her sister. Although Little Dai had left Paradise Island and entered the world as early as World War I, she seemed to have social anxiety. Whenever she had nothing to do, she stayed at a London university, playing the role of art