Diana was stunned. She immediately drew her sword and shield, warily watching the Superman before her.
"Who are you?!"
For a moment, she thought Slade had disguised himself as someone else again. But the next second, when she realized the man before her had no Symbiotes on him, she knew something was wrong.
The Symbiotes were indeed extremely well concealed. Usually, they were Deathstroke's armor; they could even become skin and flesh, parasitizing the host's body. Ordinary people simply could not detect them.
But Diana was a powerful warrior who had fought countless battles. She could sense the Symbiotes' presence—a savage, chilling sensation, somewhat like a snake and somewhat like a Poisonous Spider. As an Amazon warrior, though, she rather liked that primal jungle-like feeling.
This Superman had none of that. On the contrary, he felt sunny and positive, just like Superman had in the past.
And that was precisely the problem. Clark clearly had...
"Oh, calm down, Diana, it's me." Superman immediately raised his hands in surrender, avoiding the sharp Vulcan's Sword. "We were only apart for a little while. Why are you acting as if you don't know me? Don't joke like that, okay? It makes me sad."
As he spoke, he even reached out to take Diana's hand, his face full of sincerity.
At that moment, the conversation outside the door caught the attention of everyone in the room. The door opened, and Martha looked at Superman standing outside with a smile.
"You're back, child. Come in."
As she spoke, she stood on tiptoe to hug her son, happily patting his broad back. Then she noticed Diana at the door holding weapons and froze for a moment.
"Diana is here too? Why are you still holding a sword and shield? Did you just finish a mission? Did