"Alright. Try to finish acting out the Holy Grail War script within three days on Earth Prime."
Floating in midair and drinking, Deathstroke patted his cousin on the back. The damp, sticky sensation passed through the black-and-red fabric of the uniform into his palm. He sighed and withdrew his hand. "Little Superman doesn't have any decent opponents here. It all depends on his acting. Remember to give him a reminder at the crucial moment. Don't let anything go wrong."
"Mm. Aren't you staying here to direct it yourself?"
Wade slumped sideways on the couch. He had always felt that picking his nose while lying down was more satisfying. "If you leave now, you might miss the wonderfully happy ending where Little Superman is recognized as a hero of the people and admired by all, then his girlfriend becomes President of the United States, and the whole family lives happily ever after."
"Happy people are basically all alike. Unhappy people are unhappy in their own ways." Su Ming had no intention of staying. He shook his head. "During the last battle with Pralaya, the Speed Force Plane changed. The situation is unclear now, so I need to find Barry and figure something out."
As mentioned before, Barry was the origin of the Speed Force. Unlike other speedsters, who consumed Speed Force every time they ran, Speed Force was born with every step he took.
Although the Speed Force Plane now refused access to any speedster, and no one knew what had happened inside, Su Ming believed that The Flash was still special to it.
The Speed Force could not lose Barry Allen, just as the West could not lose Jerusalem.
"Don't you have Quantum Concepts? Can't you just clap your hands and give it an order or something?" Wade turned over