Rain soaked the four of their uniforms. Everything around them was pitch-black as they stood in the gale. At last, Bliss spoke. Her blue eyes beneath her mask watched Su Ming, as though searching for his true thoughts.
"Barry spoke highly of you, but I still can't trust you."
"You don't need to. Just pay us."
Su Ming's condition fluctuated between good and bad. Absorbing the memories was uncomfortable and made him question his own identity, but it did not affect his ability to think. Of course, he knew she would not trust anyone. Forget himself and Cindy, both Deathstrokes—even her trust in Barry was probably limited.
Cindy had always been meticulous about fulfilling contracts. Once she accepted a job, her completion rate was one hundred percent. That figure was enough to put Bliss at ease. For someone as clever as Batwoman, if Su Ming offered to help for free, she would instead start overthinking things. It was better to take the money and steer her thoughts in that direction.
Sure enough, after Su Ming said that, Bliss's expression softened considerably. She was actually someone who lacked a sense of security, but she had absolute confidence in her own wealth.
Since the Deathstrokes wanted money, that made things easy.
"Fine. I'll write you a check. Fill in anything under thirty million."
"Too little. Thirty million each for Cindy and me, and we only take cash or gold."
The price was outright extortion. The Deathstroke of the Main World had once helped fight Earth-3's evil version of the Justice League—the Crime Syndicate—and Lex Luthor had only paid him 2.5 million.
But the more they haggled now, the more reassured Bliss would feel. She knew what the world was facing, and she did not have many other options.
Bliss looked at Su