"Oh? So it wasn't concerns about strength, but a matter of experience? Good, just as I expected."
Su Ming was clearly pleased with the girl's answer. Smiling, he took the little green-glowing book from his waist pouch and spread it open across his knees. "You have your own Scarecrow and Robotman now, so all you lack is a lion. Experience is the last thing you need to worry about. I can write my own experience into it, and you can just mold the person according to that."
This was Deathstroke's method. The Source could write or alter the "character settings" of many beings, but it could not truly create people. God, on the other hand, could create people, but what they grew into was beyond her control.
But if the two worked together, they could create a fighter with exceptional talent and countless combat experiences from the moment it appeared. Perhaps in areas Su Ming had not written about, the creation would be as foolish as an infant, but as long as it knew who its mother was, that was enough.
Whether it was called a lion to protect Dorothy or simply an expendable tool and fighter, it was meant to deal with The Old Man. They could worry about the rest after getting through today.
"A lion? The powerful yet cowardly, shy lion from the story." Elaine clearly knew The Wizard of Oz as well. She understood Deathstroke's idea and thought it was feasible, immediately perking up. "Then let's create a lion."
"Purr, purr, you people have good taste, meow." Dream of a Thousand Cats raised its head, its mouth smeared with cake cream, and spoke proudly. "You'll never regret choosing a feline. They're way better than dogs anyway, meow."
In fact, it had guessed that this hint was