As the two talked, Cindy arrived as well. After coming up to the rooftop through the stairwell, she nodded to them, then leaned against a wall to the side, looking half-awake as rain poured over her.
"What's wrong? You don't seem very energetic." Bliss did not pry into Cindy's business, but Little Superman still asked with concern. After all, he knew more than most, including that the relationship between the two Deathstrokes was rather special.
"Nothing. I just feel like there's no need for me to make a move today." Cindy removed her helmet, ran a hand through her short hair, pulled a cigar from her waist pouch, and lit it beneath the rain. "With you here, we should only need to handle battlefield observation."
So-called battlefield observation meant studying the enemy's tactics before the battle, analyzing their performance during it, and examining their corpses after victory.
They needed to see whether their own attacks had achieved the expected results, and whether the enemy had truly kicked the bucket.
"Hahahaha. I'm not as strong as you make me sound." Superboy-Prime threw back his head and laughed. He loved hearing people say he was strong, but he knew his limits. No matter how strong he was, he could not surpass that Deathstroke or Lucifer. A little showing off was enough. "Let's work together. You provide the brains, and I'll provide the muscle."
"Whatever. Ever since I went to Earth-0, I've always felt that Gotham on Earth -11 is too quiet." Cindy pushed herself away from the wall and walked to the edge of the rooftop as well, looking over the equally neon-lit city. "That Gotham has dense gunfire and explosions every night, along with people screaming. That's the kind of battlefield where mercenaries can really shine."
Just as she said, Gotham