Diana shoved the Lasso of Truth into Oliver's hand and bluntly asked why Batwoman had gone after Joker first.
But how could Oliver possibly know why?
Diana did not see it that way. Deathstroke had said Green Arrow knew! Instead, she thought Green Arrow had somehow become able to resist the Lasso of Truth's effects. His strength had grown far too quickly.
When she had first met Superman and Batwoman, she had also made each of them hold the Lasso of Truth and tell the truth.
Superman had revealed his real name, home address, daily hobbies, the dog he kept at home, and even his social security number.
When Batwoman had been asked those same questions, she had merely said, "I'm Batwoman."
From a certain perspective, she had not actually lied.
Willpower was truly difficult to grasp. Even Hal, Green Lantern, could not resist the Lasso of Truth's effects while holding it.
Diana could not help looking at Oliver more highly. They were old friends, but his current performance was remarkable. He had truly changed a great deal.
Su Ming did not bother clearing up the misunderstanding. Instead, he walked toward Constantine, whose expression was grim.
Constantine was crouched on one knee, a cigarette dangling from his lips as he fiddled with a small Magic Circle. No one knew who he was communicating with.
Most of the time, this scumbag wore a carefree grin, but once he got serious, there were very few sorcerers in the DC Universe who could contend with him.
Silk Cut was a cheap cigarette with a distinctly pungent smell. Amid the curling smoke, Su Ming crouched beside him as well.
"You figure it out?"
Constantine shrugged. Without revealing who his informant was, he gloomily spat a wad of black phlegm to the side. "The Justice