"Miss Hit-Girl, is the Justice League you mentioned the Justice League from the comics? Do they really exist?"
"Yes. Next."
"Miss, can we now prove that Parallel Worlds really exist? Are there any quantum physics experts who can provide an academic explanation?"
"Parallel Worlds definitely exist; they must exist. Our world's current technological level is not yet sufficient to understand the means of travel, so naturally there is no explanation. Next."
"Hit-Girl, are you also a member of the Justice League?"
"Yes, a new member. Next."
"Is the Justice League here to help us? According to the President, those terrifying creatures from before were summoned by ancient evil gods to destroy humanity. Is that also intelligence from the Justice League?"
"That's right. Those evil creatures called gods are extremely dangerous. I hope everyone will cooperate with the Justice League and trust the Superheroes."
"We previously noticed that the President issued an executive order to mobilize the national gold reserve and pile it up in Monument Square. What is that intended for? Is it safe?"
"That is Batwoman's plan. The specific details are classified."
While Deathstroke was persuading Bobo to accept the job of equipment operator, Mindy was busy dealing with reporters from every outlet in the reception room on the first floor. The harsh glare of the camera flashes made her feel as though she were about to go blind.
But in order to uphold the Superheroes' image, she could only endure it and answer as many questions as possible after the press conference.
Some questions had standard answers in the script Deathstroke had given her, while others did not. At those times, she could only resort to the universal phrase: classified.
She took a moment to glance to the side. Batwoman and the ape were not backstage. It seemed