"Hey, Slade, what do you think would happen if that father and son over there found out that the Goddess of Death had already gone to get a room with Deadpool?"
The father and son's argument in the distance showed no concern for being overheard. Their voices were incredibly loud when they started fighting, though Zane's thin, pale words could hardly even be considered his own stance, making it all seem more like Thanos lecturing his son.
Still, after hearing their conversation, Bobo's eyes took on a comical look as he nosily asked Deathstroke.
"Shh, keep it down. Super Soldiers have super hearing." Su Ming pressed a finger to Little Lucky Ape's thick lips and casually flicked them a few times, making him produce a comical "toot toot toot" sound. "Never mind what will happen if they find out. What I do know is that this space won't hold up much longer. That father and son share the same blood of madness. They feel like Hulk—the more their anger rises, the stronger they become in battle."
"Who's Hulk?"
Bobo slapped Deathstroke's hand away and quickly rubbed his lips.
"A big green brute. How should I put it? Imagine Lobo's temper, then paint him green, and that's about it." Deathstroke crouched on the rooftop, watching the battle intensify as he gave a less-than-appropriate example.
But it was enough. Little Lucky Ape was one of the finest detectives, more than capable of imagining what that meant.
So he immediately shuddered. Lobo had that codename because his temper was like a powder keg, and he genuinely liked relieving himself into dead people's mouths, like a madman.
"Fine, let's not talk about that for now." Diana walked over with a slight headache, crouching beside Deathstroke and resting her hands and chin against her shield.