The Milkman's employee uniform had become somewhat tattered, but that seemed to be nothing more than a disguise. As Diana and Kara flew back to Deathstroke's side and looked at the burly man, he took off his cap and tossed it aside before striking a very classic pose.
He grabbed the shirt over his chest with both hands and ripped it apart. Buttons went flying everywhere, revealing the skintight suit underneath. Then, like Golden Cicada Shedding Its Shell, he emerged fully equipped once more!
"Uh..."
Though Diana always remained alert in battle with sword and shield in hand, even she could not help showing an expression like a black question mark at the sight before her.
She had expected to see a red-and-blue uniform, like the counterfeit Deathstroke had caught outside Martha's house before. Yet after the Milkman removed his white Dairy Company uniform, the skintight suit beneath was still entirely white.
It was broadly Superman's usual style, complete with the classic underwear-on-the-outside design. But the little white briefs worn on the outside looked somewhat strange.
Moreover, the symbol on his chest was not an "S," but a raised, embossed "M," presumably representing the first letter of milk.
"At last, people who can talk! Answer me, do you want to subscribe to fresh milk?!"
Diana had merely made a small remark, but it clearly provoked the man in the distance. The white figure slowly rose beneath the moonlight, floating in the air with his arms folded over his chest as he asked in a booming voice, like a God Among Men.
His gaze toward them was extremely complicated, like someone who had been starving for days and suddenly saw a KFC Family Bucket.
There was heartfelt joy, incredulous surprise, and even an uncontrollable primal Desire.
"If we're going to subscribe