"Today, I'm going to repair the holes bugs chewed in the Speed Force Plane. Once I'm done, we'll head out. Stay with me for now."
As Deathstroke strolled through the Speed Force Plane, he arranged Mina's itinerary beside him. He had no intention of sending her out anytime soon. After being trapped in the singularity for so long, she needed to be affected first, guided toward the line of thinking he wanted.
"Oh, sure, that's fine. I wanted to see your magic anyway."
Though she said that, she kept sneaking glances at Black Flash. After all, this walking mummy had always played the role of a pursuer, frantically hunting down speedsters of all kinds. He had left a deep impression on her.
She was curious about many things. Why did an Undead Creature exist? Why did he possess the Speed Force? Why did he seem so docile?
Once a scientist had questions, their mind fixated on them. Until they got answers, they often failed to notice anything else.
Was that called a researcher's focus? Or being stubbornly single-minded?
In any case, Mina was undoubtedly excellent at scientific research, but in everyday life, she seemed somewhat clumsy and naïve.
"My magic is friendship." Deathstroke shamelessly plagiarized a line from My Little Pony. Reaching the next wormhole, he activated his concept to begin repairing it. "Once I feel my friends' sincere affection for me, I become capable of anything."
As he spoke, thick black fog poured from his palm and filled the small hole.
"That really is quite idealistic. The magic of friendship?" Fast Track blinked as she watched the magical display, asking in confusion, "But why does your friendship look so black? And just looking at it makes my limbs go cold and my hair stand on end."
"You saw it