"How did Little Rich's Adam Warlock turn out? Did he pull anything out of his head?"
As he searched for the alley matching the scene from the dream, Su Ming continued chatting with the Adjutant. The moonlight was rather dim tonight, though that might have been because Earth-0's moon had been turned into Bat-Moon.
Harley chattered away to Kara about Superman's past, probably helping the girl recall that "nonexistent" cousin of hers. She did not mention any core secrets, though; it sounded more like casual conversation.
This time, the Adjutant did not switch the projected image. She merely replaced the surveillance feed from Superman's cell with her own projection and touched her long silver hair.
"Franklin said Blank erased all of Adam Warlock's memories of her. He is trying to restore them, but he has no leads at the moment. He needs some inspiration."
At the word "inspiration," Su Ming smacked his lips.
That sort of thing was far too uncertain. Sometimes it came, sometimes it did not. There was no telling when it would happen. It was practically just luck.
"Give Little Rich a few drops of Felix Felicis and let him keep trying." Su Ming immediately made his decision. He looked away from the side, since all the dark alleys seemed identical and it was not easy to find the one hiding the mask. "How is Batwoman doing? Has he found Joker?"
"No. Someone stopped him."
As the Adjutant spoke, she switched to another camera feed and showed the sheriff what Batman was currently doing.
At that moment, Zorn Batman was fighting a group of burly men dressed like Scandinavian warriors. The only strange thing was that their skin was blue, and both their bodies and weapons were covered in frost. They looked like Zombies that had been