In the dark, decaying shack, several people stood in a slightly crowded circle. The scene looked like villains holding a meeting, whispering among themselves and plotting something shady.
But half the people present were members of the Justice League, which made it rather amusing.
If he wanted, Su Ming could have teleported them to Central City or somewhere similar, found a café, and had everyone discuss the plan over coffee and bear claw pastries beneath pretty parasols.
Unfortunately, the plan was meant to be carried out in Gotham. If it was not dark and secretive from beginning to end, it would definitely fail.
The plans Bruce made in the Batcave were generally effective. Yet once he got to the Hall of Justice, even though he had made the Main Control Room identical to the Batcave, cramped and claustrophobic—
He seemed completely out of sorts there, and nearly every plan he came up with went badly.
Either the enemy exploited it, or their own people dropped the ball. It was practically deadly.
Put simply, it was not dark enough.
Su Ming sometimes believed in mysticism. If something could not be explained, it was better to follow the world's conventions. There was no need to be unconventional over such matters.
Like most cities in the United States, Gotham's citizens were superstitious about certain things.
For example, if they encountered a black cat on their way out in the morning, they believed they would have bad luck that day. If thirteen people sat at the table during a coworkers' dinner, they believed someone was going to die. If a gypsy woman latched onto them, they believed a demon had set its sights on them.
Gothamites had all sorts of taboos like these, just like people elsewhere.
They believed certain actions or experiences could