From a certain perspective, Su Ming had achieved his goal.
Batwoman had sent over a new contract, and Damian had fallen for his misdirection. The revised anti-Batwoman plan was proceeding smoothly.
Cindy and the Legends were still lying low in the shadows, waiting for the signal, while the backup preparations continued as well.
But with The Batman Who Laughs involved, everything in front of them had to be put aside for now. He was not one hundred percent certain he could seize victory in the future.
The Batman Who Laughs wanted only to win. He wanted nothing else. People with no desires were the hardest to deal with, and the one thing he wanted was something Earth could not afford.
Damian took a few pictures of the monster's head, then casually tossed it aside and tugged at his gloves.
"What can we do?"
"Batwoman left you with me. Do you understand what that means?" Su Ming took a drag on his cigarette and exhaled through his nostrils.
"I do," Damian answered calmly.
Su Ming shook his head, smacked his lips, and spat a little smoke to the side.
"No. You still don't."
Billy Wu and Emiko exchanged glances. The fat man frowned and gave a slight shake of his head, but Emiko ignored him and lowered her head to continue rummaging through the monster's belly.
Millie floated out of the monster's stomach, holding several arrows with black metal arrowheads.
"Here, Red Arrow. Um... what are they talking about? Why can't I understand?"
Emiko took the arrows, inspected them, and slid them back into her quiver. She patted her knee and stood up. "Damian is hard to understand, and no one has ever understood Deathstroke."
Millie tilted her head, looking puzzled. Purple magical radiance filled her eyes as though she were