Batwoman wanted to hear something she didn't know, so Bobo gave her a little chimp shock.
"Deathstroke is currently out of contact. I asked Adjutant before. Looking at it now, this seems very much like a diversionary tactic. He may have been held up somewhere by an enemy we haven't seen, or..."
The Dark Man before him was different. He had no sense of humor and never laughed. Even before the meeting, Bobo had noticed Zorn Batman's disappearance and knew that the original Batwoman personality had returned.
This person didn't like jokes. The relaxed, lively atmosphere when working with Deathstroke was something unimaginable around Batwoman. What she needed was for everyone to be like precision screws on an assembly line, completing their assigned tasks. The less emotion involved, the better.
Honestly, if it hadn't been for Little Dai's sake, Bobo would never have joined Justice League Dark. Simply putting himself under Batwoman's nose and letting her watch him from the shadows every day was troubling enough.
As an animal that had escaped from a circus, the chimp longed for freedom, not the restraints of rules.
That was why, although Deathstroke was nearly as dark as Batwoman, the chimp preferred the former. Deathstroke respected others and gave everyone who wasn't an enemy a chance to choose.
"Or they spun a dream for him to enjoy." Batwoman immediately picked up the thought, her tone carrying a hint of helplessness.
That Deathstroke from Another World had many strengths and was far more capable than the old Deathstroke from Earth-0, but he wasn't really that professional, especially since he was rather playful.
For example, if he saw a pretty bird flying overhead during a mission, he would definitely pluck its feathers while passing by. Not necessarily because he wanted to collect them—more likely, he