"This place really is barren. There isn't even a single hair."
Wade, smoking through his mask, sat beside Deathstroke and idly toyed with a loose thread he had just pulled from his underwear. Having gone unwashed for so long, the thread was stiff as a needle molded from dirt. "Little Princess should be invisible too, right? I heard from the guys in the Livestream that Jaina's mobile area-of-effect invisibility array is her specialty."
"That hardly counts as a specialty. Jaina is best at summoning Water Elementals, since she's from Kul Tiras." Cloak sped through the twisting Underground Cave at tremendous speed, while Su Ming and Strangle scanned every place they passed. "Relax. I think we're getting closer and closer."
"Wow, that's total domineering CEO energy!" Wade blinked, covered his mouth with one hand, and struck a bashful pose. "The kind where it doesn't matter what you think, only what I think. So cool!"
"No matter how nicely you put it, you're not getting a raise. You haven't fired a single shot, yet you're already thinking about more money? Be professional." Deathstroke saw through his little scheme. Besides money, his cousin's mind was filled with women.
He had originally been put through the wringer at home by his wife and Death, but it seemed he had recovered now. He was even having ideas about the refrigerator.
That was how people with a Healing Factor were. Given even a little time to rest, he would not be unable to endure.
It was a bit like someone who loved braised pork. They might get sick of it once in a while, but telling them never to eat it again was impossible. In the future, they would still need it at every meal.
"Mm! You're right, Cousin. We're professionals, so we should act professional