Deathstroke had found a solution, though he did not explain exactly what it was. But as long as he said he had a way, Bobo would not press him for details.
That was probably trust. The ape had always believed that Deathstroke could solve anything, and it had become a habit.
Even if someone asked whether he trusted Batman or Deathstroke more, the answer would undoubtedly still be Deathstroke. Just being able to solve problems with a cigarette in his mouth as though he were on a spring outing already put him far ahead of Batman.
The green walls wound onward ahead of them. Everyone simply climbed onto the flying carpet, speeding up while conserving some energy.
Cloak could move fast or slow. Though it could not carry them over the walls from an endless height in this maze, moving everyone horizontally was no problem.
About ten seconds later, they arrived at another place resembling a forest clearing. This time, what appeared before them was rather fantastical: a cluster of enormous glowing mushrooms.
The golden mushrooms stood around fifteen meters tall, and their caps stretched over a hundred meters across. They could not exactly be said to blot out the sun, since there was no sun here, but they still cast a vast patch of shadow across the ground.
The group left the path and stopped beside the clearing.
"You all stay on the flying carpet. I'll wait for someone beneath the mushroom."
Deathstroke jumped down from the carpet, signaling for everyone to do whatever they wanted while he handled the matter before them himself.
At almost the same moment, several other groups emerged from other paths. Needless to say, every group was the same group of people, and every Deathstroke did the same thing.
They left their teammates behind