"What are you trying to say?"
Batwoman walked through the dark warehouse. Before him stood rows of airships fitted with black gas bags, each connected to numerous special pipes that would presumably be filled with something when activated.
Whether it was poison or an antidote, however, was impossible to say for now.
This place had to be destroyed, but first they needed to find out where those pipes led and what lay beyond them.
J'onn felt that Batwoman was not speaking to him. He stood to Batwoman's right, yet Batwoman's head was turned toward the empty space on the left.
The Martian Manhunter did not think there was anything there, but perhaps Batwoman's detective instincts had noticed something he had missed.
"Deathstroke just left. His destination is unknown," J'onn answered Batwoman's question.
"Mm. Let him go." Batwoman pressed a hand to his forehead, as though trying his best to shake something off.
Where J'onn could not see, Joker merely covered his mouth with both hands, leaving a small gap between them as he whispered to Batwoman.
It was all meaningless nonsense, such as marveling at how dark the airships were and mocking the Court of Owls' terrible taste.
With his interference, Batwoman had trouble hearing what J'onn was saying.
A strange expression appeared on J'onn's green face. He turned to look at the others, who were still eating hot pot where they stood. "You know Deathstroke definitely won't be acting with the Seven Soldiers of Victory. There's no place for him on that team."
"He has deep ties with the Justice League, and he has laid groundwork for gaining more benefits in the future. Our universe means something to him, so he won't abandon it. That ends the discussion about Deathstroke. I know what I'm doing."
Batwoman replied expressionlessly. He