"By the way, why hadn't we seen Slade today?" Sara crossed her legs and looked around the hall again. "He wasn't with you? Someone told me the year before last that he'd gone to fight God and asked me to be ready to pull him out. Turned out I'd made the trip for nothing."
Come to think of it, the Legends had always had a pretty good relationship with Deathstroke. If anything, they might have been closer to him than Deathstroke was to the Justice League.
The Justice League was too bound by rules, while the Legends were far more "flexible." It had nothing to do with combat strength; it was purely a matter of style.
"The year before last? You got the timing wrong again." Harley went over to tug at Batwoman, who was huddled in a dark corner. She pulled hard as though playing tug-of-war while speaking. "That happened not long ago. Besides, how could some white-bearded old man possibly be a match for my Little Bee? Hahaha! Anyway, he came back once in the middle of it, but then he went out on another mission. Today, in fact."
It was hardly the first or second time Sara had gotten the timing wrong. Once that ship took off, it could leap tens of millions of years at a time. A memory discrepancy of two or three years was perfectly normal.
Still, the fact that she had been willing to bring people to reinforce them showed real loyalty.
"Ah, I already know. CAAT, right? There's information on it in Gideon's database."
Tossing her long golden curls, White Canary lowered her legs. Dressed in tight white leather, she tilted her head, took a drag from her cigarette, then tossed the butt down and crushed it beneath her foot.
"Once we