"Yes. It's been thirteen minutes since we arrived on Earth-16, and we still haven't been 'disappeared.' That means the kidnappers don't inspect the worlds they've looted very frequently."
Seeing that the ape was being so sensible, Batwoman turned and walked toward a public phone nearby. Without even taking down the receiver, she reached out and punched a long string of numbers into the keypad, answering her companion's question in a raspy voice.
After that, she stood quietly by the roadside and waited, her black cloak making her look like a conical sculpture with no limbs.
It reminded Bobo of a joke Deathstroke had once told during idle chatter: Batwoman and Teru Teru Bozu had one thing in common—they both hung beneath other people's eaves.
Thinking of that, the ape secretly chuckled again. At the same time, he missed Deathstroke, because whenever he went out on a job with that man, there was always laughter, along with an endless supply of cigarettes and alcohol.
Working with Batwoman, on the other hand, felt like being in prison. If it weren't for protecting Earth and his friends, Bobo would never have stepped forward voluntarily.
"Deathstroke may be several steps ahead of us."
They were both skilled at thinking about one thing while talking about another. Bobo, as an animal born in the circus, could even juggle and go jumping through fire hoops at the same time, though there was no need for that now. He merely said:
"The Adjutant said she'd temporarily lost contact with him, but his people aren't panicking, nor have they asked us for help. That means Slade is acting with a purpose. He's investigating some sort of disappearance case too."
"Maybe there are missing people on his Earth-40K as well." Batwoman nodded calmly, expressionless.
She seemed to have anticipated