"To be honest, this new ability of yours is a little scary." The ape muttered under his breath. Fortunately, Mindy was still focused on admiring the Cosmic Tuning Fork's golden glow and hadn't noticed their quiet exchange. "I'm wondering whether Doctor Manhattan ever did something like this before."
"He did. That's how Comedian was saved, but it only happened once." Deathstroke patted Little Lucky Ape on the shoulder, signaling for him not to stop working. "But when it comes to manipulating time, that blue guy is no match for our Sorcerer Supreme."
"Give me a break. How do you look anything like a spellcaster?" The ape rolled his eyes, reached out to press another button, then grimaced and squeezed his eyes shut.
Good. This time, there was no explosion. The Cosmic Tuning Fork released an invisible spatial tremor, after which golden arcs of electricity began spreading across its surface, as though it had been possessed by the Speed Force.
Bobo, who had opened his eyes again, let out a long sigh of relief. His tongue was hanging out. This Tuning Fork was far more dangerous than a spaceship.
"It worked. Now we just need to determine the frequency for vibrational resonance. In theory, we'll be able to contact Sepulk."
He held out a hand to ask Deathstroke for the key item—the "source" used to determine the vibration frequency: Tenth Metal.
That was much easier. Su Ming broke off a segment of finger bone for him. His pinky was only useful for picking his ear anyway, so Strangle could make a temporary bone to replace it.
There was still Tenth Metal in the Nightfall Greatsword, but that weapon was about the size of half a door. If he took it out and Mindy spotted it, he would have to lie to