Temptation

The Waverider departed under cloak, leaving only Su Ming and Barbara standing on the roof of an apartment building. This was where "Paparazzo" had once lived.

For some reason, looking down from above at the streets that resembled a slum, Su Ming still felt a slight reluctance to leave.

Reason quickly overwhelmed emotion. The plan still had to proceed step by step. There would be milk, and there would be bread.

A foul-smelling wind blew toward them. Both Su Ming and Barbara were familiar with this street stench: sewage mingled with rotting food. If this were Gotham, there would also be chemical waste and the smell of blood.

Su Ming's gaze was resolute. He knew there would be plenty more trouble ahead. If every faction was making moves, then while Su Ming had been dealing with the changes to Earth, Luthor and The Batman Who Laughs certainly had not been idle.

Barbara, meanwhile, was far more cautious, her eyes constantly darting around as she surveyed the surroundings. They were practically inside the police cordon, and nearly every nearby rooftop held an observation post.

Su Ming was a fugitive now, so the area around his home was naturally under heavy surveillance. The several police officers beside them, foaming at the mouth as they lay on the ground, made that even clearer.

Barbara had witnessed the Martial Arts Grandmaster's terrifying abilities firsthand. Compared to Batwoman's straightforward, force-against-force fighting style, this Otherworld Deathstroke moved as fluidly as flowing clouds and water. Even with an ordinary human physique, he had taken down seven or eight officers on stakeout in what seemed like an instant.

Techniques she recognized and techniques she did not were all blended seamlessly together, shifting with effortless ease. Before the officers could even draw their weapons, Deathstroke had leaped into the