"So when did you start setting your sights on the Hand of the Void, meow?"
Wade had left, so the cat could finally take its paws off its nose. Tilting its head, it breathed in the relatively fresher air from Deathstroke's arms and asked its question.
"Actually, he came after me first. His Evil Thought Nobles invaded Earth-7 of Multiverse 1, and Darkseid seemed to have learned a few things from him too."
Deathstroke took a drag from his cigarette, set the cat on his lap and stroked it, then leaned back against the soft couch. Through the window, he watched the two women sparring in the backyard.
"Later, after I acquired the Dark Concepts and found them genuinely useful, I began collecting them deliberately. They exist widely across different cosmic systems, so naturally I set my sights on Multiverse 2 as well. People are all the same—first they see something, then they want it."
"It makes sense that you can wear an Orange Lantern Ring, meow." The cat sighed, jumped off Deathstroke's lap, and continued eating the half peach left on its plate. Its feline gaze shifted to Diana, who was still fiddling with the interactive projection nearby. "I just hope you don't get swallowed by the darkness and turn into a complete monster."
"Probably not. To me, concepts are just tools. I wouldn't do something like 'becoming one with the Dao' the way you Concept Manifestations do."
Deathstroke looked at Diana as well. Mainly because whenever she bent over, her curves looked particularly lovely. That seemed to put a little more amusement into his smile as he added:
"It's fine for a person to use a weapon. Becoming a weapon is a little tragic."
"Not bad, meow. You're pretty clear-headed." Seeing that, the cat said no more. It