"Enough. Stop looking for yourself in the comics. What we've done couldn't possibly all be recorded in another world." Su Ming picked up the monkey and set him on his shoulder, then put down the first issue of Superman and headed toward another section of the archive. "You know what we should be looking for here."
The nearby area was filled with display cases containing old issues from years ago. Back then, even the Multiverse system had yet to be established. At most, they were good for a bit of entertainment, with little intelligence value.
If they wanted to find clues about their enemy, they still needed newer issues—especially comics involving Ghost Deities, such as Constantine or Lucifer. Stories about the Seven Soldiers of Victory or S.H.A.D.E. might hold leads as well.
"I know, but I wanted to see how heroic I looked in the comics." The monkey ignored the No Smoking sign and took a deep puff from his pipe. "Like stories about the two of us, you know."
He and Deathstroke had done quite a few major things over the past half year, going through countless thrilling moments. If there were comics recording them, he would take a few back to the bar and frame them. Then he would have more topics to chat about with his customers.
When witches sat down in the bar and looked up to see comics of Bobo and Deathstroke beating up Hecate or the Upside-Down Man hanging behind the counter, how could they not curiously ask about the details?
Then the monkey could calmly tell them that he and Deathstroke had defeated the threefold Goddess of Magic and the God of Witchcraft. No big deal.
Even if it felt a little like saying, 'Kobe and I teamed up to rack up points,'