"Words can hardly describe it." Batwoman did not use Deathstroke's primitive method, which resembled spies meeting during the Cold War. She removed one of her gloves and held out her hand to Deathstroke. "Use the monster inside you."
"They're Symbiotes. I am Strangle, and Strangle can also be Deathstroke." Su Ming corrected Batwoman's understanding. The relationship between a host and a Symbiote was not something outsiders could understand.
But since Batman was being unusually generous today and was actually willing to let the Symbiote read her surface memories, that meant she seemed to trust him a little.
No, was it simply an expedient measure due to the urgency? Or, because the matter was so important, was transmitting information through Strangle the only safe and accurate method?
These thoughts merely flashed through Su Ming's mind before he quickly cast them aside. Guessing what Batman was thinking was probably one of the most meaningless things in the world, on par with scooping sand out of the ocean for fun.
Even Joker could not figure out what Batman was thinking. After all, he was the one who understood Batman best in the world. The key was love—Joker had thoroughly studied everything about Batman, and only he could have researched her so deeply.
Yet even he could not guess Batman's thoughts, much less an outsider.
Thinking of all that, Su Ming reached out and clasped Batwoman's hand, while having the Symbiote enter her nerves to read what had just happened in Jar-ro's room.
Yes, there was no need to look further. Batwoman was insane. Looking through the memories in her mind would probably be about the same as looking at Paradise inside Deadpool's head, right? Maybe even crazier.
Seeing too much of that would not be good for his physical or mental health. Su