"By the way, where has Scarecrow been lately? I still haven't seen him. Who should I contact if I want to custom-order some high-concentration genuine Venom?"
Su Ming took more than a dozen syringes from Thomas and jabbed them into his neck one after another. He remained perfectly calm, chatting with Oliver as he did so.
Oliver watched Deathstroke with a pained grimace. Every time he saw him stick a syringe into his neck and instantly push the plunger all the way down, Green Arrow could not help shrinking his own neck a little.
"I looked into Arkham's records before. He escaped during the flood. The last person to see him said he was going to meet with Luthor."
"Oh? Looks like I'll have to find an opportunity to talk to Scarecrow." Su Ming nodded, pulled out the bloodied syringe, and replaced it with a fresh one without changing expression.
"If it's just for Venom, the Justice League can help you develop it. We have the Science Team." Barry shrugged.
"No, thanks. Are you really saying something as blatant as intellectual property infringement so openly? I'm a staunch supporter of genuine products. Doesn't your conscience hurt?"
Su Ming answered righteously, but that was not the reason at all. It was simply because anything produced by the Justice League bore the traces of having been handled by Batwoman.
If he asked them to make Fear Toxin, Bruce probably would not refuse either.
At most, Batwoman would prepare several doses of special antidote for every League member, notify everyone that Deathstroke had Fear Toxin, then write a detailed memo covering the ingredients, concentration, formula, how to avoid poisoning, and everything else, before saving it on a completely unprotected computer mainframe!
If they made Venom that way, Su Ming would probably be the