"I don't think I can be of much help. There aren't any herbs here, either."
Diana was completely free now. She did not even need to take part in security work, so she came under the umbrella as well, taking a breather.
More and more ape-men had been brainwashed by Chaos. Some of the smarter ones had even been trained into Chaos Cultists. They had begun using mud to build all sorts of structures and holding hands as they danced in ritual circles.
The red light was driving back the darkness, but the air was also becoming thick with the smell of blood. She did not like this atmosphere. It felt as though someone was sharpening a knife behind her back.
"Sigh, if you ask me, someone Jay's age should have retired long ago. Going into seclusion on a Hawaiian island wouldn't be bad either."
Wade flicked away a glob of snot from his finger before pulling down his mask and turning around.
"But a lot of Superheroes I know act like they're sick. Even when they're old, they still go into battle, only to end up without even a whole corpse left behind. Doesn't that just make the United States Government the beneficiary of all those saved pensions?"
After saying that, he shook his head dismissively, as if he simply could not understand why anyone would choose that.
"Don't discuss that sort of thing with me." Barry waved his hand, indicating that he had no opinion on the matter. Everyone had different values, and he respected other people's views. "You and Slade both prefer money, while some people don't. It's perfectly normal for them to choose a different kind of life, right?"
The Flash's view of money was actually fairly normal among Superheroes. He needed money too and liked