Watching Black Adam and Shazam leave the meeting room together, Su Ming patted Little Black Guy on the shoulder and said with a smile,
"I know you're in a hurry, but don't be so hasty. You don't even have a girlfriend right now. An octopus is enough for peeing on a normal day, so why bother replacing it with a conventional part? You have to understand, I can't just find one for you at random. It has to fit. Too long or too short is no good, and skin color has to be considered too."
"No, Slade, please have mercy. My future happiness depends on you."
Cyborg clutched Deathstroke's arm and refused to let go no matter what. With a pitiful expression, he said,
"Back when my whole body was mechanical, I didn't think much of it. But now, apart from that one aspect, I've turned back into a human. Can't you let me be completely human?"
"If I want to go on a picnic later, will you still be willing to turn into a rice cooker?" Su Ming finally softened. After all, Cyborg was just a young man.
What would a Black teenager in his early twenties be thinking about? Those who knew, knew.
He didn't have a girlfriend, but if he kept lacking that crucial puzzle piece, he wouldn't have the confidence to find one either. Things were relatively open in the United States. Sometimes, something could happen on the very day he met a girl. If Cyborg pulled out an octopus then, it would be truly miserable.
"You're different from that bad old man on Earth-0. You're a good man, Slade." Cyborg seemed completely convinced at last, mainly because Deathstroke had him by the weak spot. His flesh-and-blood transformation was down to this final hurdle. "Forget picnics.