No one knew exactly what the two of them discussed, but about five minutes later, they seemed to have finished. By then, Batwoman's expression looked much better.
At least the corners of both her mouth were no longer turned down, and she even made an exception by having a small drink with Deathstroke while on duty.
"That's about it. Don't let anything slip, and be especially careful around J'onn. That Alien has no resistance to magic and can be easily manipulated by sorcerers."
Su Ming had removed his mask. As he spoke, he tossed a few peanuts into his mouth and added another reminder.
In this regard, he was the same as Batwoman: neither of them trusted Aliens. He was somewhat better, though. At least he trusted Superman—at least the Superman of the Main World was completely on humanity's side.
"Don't worry." Batwoman's answer was cold, and she had no intention of eating anything.
"Fine, then that's that. Leave the Uni-Force here for Jar-ro to study for now. You don't need to watch it too closely. Or rather, letting it escape might be what I'd prefer to see. Heh heh."
He raised his glass and took a large swallow. Peanuts with whiskey were a little strange, but he liked it that way.
"Now that business is finished, I have a personal matter to discuss with Bruce Wayne. Is that convenient?"
The basement lighting was dim, still those old yellow incandescent bulbs, making the shadows on Batwoman's face especially pronounced.
He considered it, then raised a hand and removed his cowl. Along with it, that corpse-like expression seemed to vanish as well, revealing a gentle smile.
"There's no inconvenience. Say what you want to say. But try not to induce Multiple Personality Disorder in me—otherwise Zorn Batman might come out. The