"Never heard of that place." Daughter of the Warlock glanced at the Magic Circle on the ground and pursed her lips. "Since you didn't need my Teleportation Magic, why didn't you stop me when I was setting up the array?"
Batwoman said nothing, merely looking at her calmly. The look behind those lenses had already given the girl her answer.
That was—Batwoman!
Whenever teammates wasted their free time on pointless work, Batwoman never stopped them, because everyone had the freedom to act on their own. Whether it would be useful later was another matter.
Neither of these girls belonged to the Bat-Family, and Batwoman felt there was no obligation to teach them how to do things. Besides, meddling too much might only make them dislike Batwoman.
Both of them had the temperament of people who had retired early, more or less like carefree recluses. When using people like that, as long as they did not stray from the general direction, they could handle the details however they pleased.
"All right, honey, we've both been retired for ages. Maybe the times have changed?" Silver White tugged Enchantress's hand and dragged her over to Batwoman. Each grabbed a corner of the cape. "Batwoman, let's go."
The man took a remote control from the Bat-Belt, one that looked like an ordinary TV remote. Without even looking, he pressed a button. Amid a thunderous roar, the three vanished from the spot in an instant.
Deathstroke, drifting in planetary orbit, smacked his lips.
"So that's how it is. Batwoman entered that coffee shop on 40K Earth through a Boom Tube. What a crafty little devil. Impossible to guard against."
"Had Batwoman visited your place before?" The cat stretched lazily, feeling gravity seize its body in an instant. Adjutant had teleported both of them back to