"Do you all know The Flash's secret identity?"
Sitting cross-legged, Su Ming stuffed the skewer in his hand into Strangler Sprout's mouth and asked the two of them this question. If the answer was yes, the cooperation to come would be much more convenient.
"Of course. Barry Allen and Wally West." Machoke Woman shrugged, making her powerful deltoids bulge and prop the shoulder straps of her tight uniform vest high into the air. "Actually, most Superhumans who hang around Central City know. It's an open secret."
To be honest, she did not really accept that Wally was also The Flash. In many respects, he was inferior to Barry. His abilities were not bad, but he lacked certain crucial personal charms.
Even the homegrown Rogues did not acknowledge him, much less outsiders.
But Deathstroke had asked whether the two of them knew The Flash's secret identity without specifying which one, so naturally she had to answer seriously and comprehensively.
"Yes, just like Gotham's villains all know that Batwoman's secret identity is Bruce Wayne." Psionic Man's hunting grounds were extensive, and he had once peeped into the memories of certain Gotham residents. "Everyone knows it in their hearts, but what people do while wearing masks usually does not spill into their everyday lives. You could call it an unspoken rule of the trade."
Among Superheroes and Supervillains, many wore masks. Between masked people, there was such an unwritten rule: I would not expose you, and you would not expose me. Once everyone put on their masks, they relied on the skills in their fists.
On one hand, much of what Superheroes did was illegal too. On the other, once a mask was put on, it was hard to take off.
Bane was the textbook bad example. He went after Bruce Wayne's identity