Hermes was a clever man. After all, as the messenger of the gods, he could not do his job without some brains.
In Olympus, so-called messages were not written documents but verbal messages from the gods. Over in Asgard, Odin used ravens and the Bifrost to send messages; here, they relied on Hermes's legs and mouth.
A verbal message meant delivering it face-to-face. Whether that was for secrecy or because they could not keep up with the times, it was enough to think of him as a confidential courier.
If he was not clever enough or did not know how to speak, offending people would be all too easy.
Speaking of messengers of the gods, Su Ming thought of a certain squirrel. He wondered how she had been lately and whether business in Alfheim was going well.
Back to the matter at hand, the errand-running god had originally been heading toward the group's teleportation destination when he saw a bolt of lightning rushing straight at him. He did not know what it was, but instinct made him turn and run.
He ran while looking back. As the difference in their relative speed narrowed, he finally saw that it was Wally. The sight of The Flash appearing here set alarm bells ringing in his head, and he ran even harder.
As Zeus's trusted confidant, he naturally knew what his own All-Father had done. He was firmly standing against the Justice League. If he got caught, would anything good come of it?
Yes, he was not afraid of Wally. After all, every god on Earth knew that The Flash did not kill.
But who was The Flash carrying on his shoulders now? Donna Troy. She was glaring at him with killing intent, the lasso in her hand whirling above her head like