Everyone fell briefly silent. In the projection, the Out of Control Protocol was fighting Pinhead, because none of the other killers could stop it.
Batwoman's fighting ability, Batwoman's tactical designs, Batwoman's darkness. That custom-built machine had it all. It was far stronger than Brother Eye. Hopefully Batman hadn't given it network access.
Faced with this scene, everyone was thinking. Only Shazam was grinning foolishly, apparently having pulled a pretty good character in a mobile game.
"Alright, Slade, what's our next move?"
The ape decided to stop paying attention to Batwoman's situation. Just looking at that city and that person was enough to make anyone's mood dark and bleak.
"Wait. Just wait it out." Su Ming took a drag from his cigarette, narrowed his eyes as he exhaled smoke, and leaned back slightly. "Cloak left five minutes ago and still hasn't returned. That means a lot of things."
"Mm, alright. Then get me a bottle. My flask's empty."
Bobo pulled out his little stainless-steel flask, turned it upside down, and shook it to show that not a drop remained.
Of course, Deathstroke was never short on liquor. He took out all sorts of alcohol from his belt pouch and let Bobo choose for himself. From sparkling wine to vodka, it had everything.
Leave aside all the other props for eating, drinking, and entertainment—when it came to brewing, Wilson Enterprises was professional.
"Aren't you worried?" The fastest runner was also the most impatient. Wally seemed to have turned into King Julien, pacing around the small circle where everyone sat. "The enemy isn't just attacking Gotham. Terrorist attacks have broken out in other cities too, more or less. And we still have to find Zeus and Remnant."
"The Flash, that's exactly why we stayed here."
Damian held a cup but did not drink