This middle-aged woman in a flowing white dress was like a ghost. She could pass straight through walls, so after leaving the game room, she went directly through the reserved laboratory and nursery, then through the walk-in closet and master bathroom, arriving beside the young couple's bed.
Light radiated from her body, illuminating Barry's sleeping face. But unlike the effect Deathstroke had caused before, Barry felt nothing under this light. He even seemed to be sleeping more soundly, with no intention of waking up.
A smile appeared on the woman's face. She went around to the other side of the bed, stared at Patty, who was sleeping just as deeply, for a while, and even reached out to touch her face, as though pondering something.
A moment later, the middle-aged woman returned to her original position and sat down by Barry's side of the bed.
She reached out and tousled Barry's hair. When it failed to fall into the hairstyle she wanted, she did it again, as if playing some game and never tiring of it.
Until an icy hand suddenly landed on her shoulder, and the red monocle in the darkness flared to life.
"Got you!"
The woman was utterly shocked. She had never expected Deathstroke to still be here, nor had she noticed where he had been hiding. At once, her body turned into a streak of rainbow lightning as she tried to flee through the wall.
But it was already too late. No matter what form she took, whether passing through walls or flying into the sky, darting madly through the city, Deathstroke's hand remained on her body.
When she transformed, he transformed as well. When she accelerated, he was even faster. Every time she wanted to make a decision, she found that Deathstroke had seen through