Taking money to handle disasters for others—that was the rule of mercenaries.
Wade was not particularly rule-abiding, but he still had to follow industry standards, especially when the employer was Batman.
Although that Dark Man had not even paid the thirty-percent advance deposit, the bastard was not worried about him defaulting. Batman going bankrupt was extremely unlikely, and even if Wayne Enterprises collapsed, the man could still make a fortune as a detective.
But he had a hard time understanding what Batman meant. What did "imagine yourself as The Flash" even mean?
"Um, Bat-bro, let me briefly interrupt this tearful farewell atmosphere. I'd like to ask, if I had such a highly developed imagination, would I still be working in this line of business? Why wouldn't I want to become a dancer?"
To put it bluntly, he could not imagine what it felt like to possess the Speed Force. After all, there was an old saying in the East: If you are not a fish, how can you know a fish's joy?
Wade had never experienced the all-encompassing sensations brought by extreme speed, so how was he supposed to imagine it?
It was like watching Tony Stark fly all over New York City in an Iron Suit every day. If you had never worn that metal shell yourself, you would never know what the equipment felt like on your body. At best, you could only picture yourself wearing medieval armor.
But in reality, after MK24, the Iron Suit had adopted subdermal nano-flexible framework technology. Wearing it caused no sensation of a foreign object at all. Instead, it felt like one's own skin and muscles. After MK35 incorporated a neural feedback interface, one could even feel the wind brushing across one's face while flying.
So when Batman told him to imagine