After temporarily parting ways with his teammates, Deathstroke took Big Cat deep into the forest and found a somewhat dim spot to take shelter.
"Diana probably understands what you meant, but she's far too competitive. The more you say women can't do something, the more she wants to prove that she can."
Stroking the cat's head, Su Ming sighed. That was why, so often, he could only knock her out with a Frying Pan.
She was incredibly stubborn. Who knew how much time and breath it would take to persuade her? It was better to use the simplest and most direct method.
"I know, meow, but I'm a cat. Cats can't possibly cater to humans, meow." Dream of a Thousand Cats's tail swayed twice as it let out a purring laugh. "Let's set off from here. Come, climb onto my back."
As it spoke, it enlarged its body again and tilted its head, gesturing for Deathstroke to mount it.
"The last time I rode a feline was back in Azeroth. Nightblade Panthers really are good mounts." Su Ming did not stand on ceremony and swung himself onto the cat's back. Without a saddle, he could only grab the loose skin at the back of its neck. "I'll take you riding sometime too."
Upon hearing that, Dream of a Thousand Cats rolled its eyes. Although it usually looked as though its eyes were narrowed, it actually opened them wide now.
"No need, meow. Even for humans, riding one of your own kind would be pretty strange, wouldn't it?"
"That depends on how you ride... Ahem, forget it. Halfway through saying that, I realized it isn't appropriate to discuss this with you." Deathstroke coughed a few times and swallowed the dirty joke he had been about to make. "I've probably spent too