"When people come to a Superhero for help with terrified looks on their faces, you're generally supposed to help them. In most cases, that's what a hero is supposed to do."
The Imposter Batwoman ate while lecturing Mindy. He removed his Batwoman cowl, revealing a handsome face with a cleft chin, then took a sip of wine before changing the subject.
"But your world is different. You need to judge the situation for yourself—who truly needs help, and who just wants to be lazy."
Bobo, freshly scrubbed clean, sat on a table nearby, clutching chopsticks and eating hotpot with the two of them. He offered no opinion, because Deathstroke undoubtedly had his own way of doing things.
What could a single chimpanzee do? At most, he could help investigate the scene when Deathstroke called for him, or offer some advice.
Most of the time, he was more like the team mascot.
Besides, he only wanted to eat something good to make up for his wounded heart. When he had gone to Hermione on the flying carpet to get cleaned earlier, those female hooligans had all stared with green-eyed eagerness while feeling him up from head to toe, as though that would reveal how he differed from an ordinary chimpanzee and why he could talk.
Even though humans and chimpanzees were different, so it did not count as workplace sexual harassment, he still felt a little wronged.
"I understand, Batwoman." Mindy nodded. She caught on quickly, eating food from Another World while taking Batwoman's teachings to heart. "I saw it in the comics. Superman even helped people fetch their newspapers, when they were clearly just too lazy to do it themselves in the morning."
She had also noticed something else. The food Batwoman brought out often had another logo on the