Multiverse: Deathstroke-Chapter 446: Team Fully Assembled

"Hm? What's wrong with giving a name to something you love and talking to it?" Harley raised her hammer, looking it over back and forth. "You really don't get women, huh."

Su Ming took off his helmet, grabbing a bottle from the liquor cabinet. "Is that so? Ivy?"

Poison Ivy turned her head away guiltily. She knew it wasn't exactly normal, but she did the same thing herself.

Some of her favorite plants—she'd given them human names too, talking to them every day.

Bobo cut in at that moment, asking for a few drinks himself.

"Dorothy, probably from The Wizard of Oz. The story's mainly about the protagonist and her friends growing through their search for self-identity, so Miss Quinzel must've thought back then that she'd found her way to realize her own worth."

"I thought I was the only psychologist here."

Harley pouted. That's exactly what she'd thought back then—she saw following the Joker as her life's meaning. But later facts proved he only treated her as a burden and a scapegoat.

"But I still like the author's words in the book better: 'She was no longer an ordinary Kansas girl.' It reminds me of Superman. Every time I smack Batman with this hammer, it makes me feel like I've got Superman-level strength, hehe."

Superman's hometown is Kansas—something he admitted on TV himself. He didn't think it was part of his secret identity.

And he figured saying it would make people see him as less of a Kryptonian and more of an Earthling, bringing them closer.

But the result was the complete opposite—people developed a panic about being replaced.

"Alright, go sign something for cute little Zatanna over there. I've got stuff to talk about with Bobo," Su Ming waved her off. Talking about this with Harley was pointless.

"Don't you wanna check out the bloodstains on the hammer? This one's Batman's, this one's Nightwing's, and this one's—" Harley pointed at the stains on the hammer, showing them off to him. The blood had turned black, seeping into the wood's grain.

This time it was Bobo's turn to twitch his mouth. He shot Zatanna a harsh glare.

She'd actually brought a real murder weapon into the bar? As if there weren't enough deadly things in here already?

Su Ming grabbed Bobo, pulling him to sit by the bar counter. Su Ming forcefully scraped off a big chunk of charred flesh stuck to the counter, revealing the wood grain underneath.

Finally, a clean spot to set down a glass.

"Bobo, I need you to assemble the Shadowpact team," he said without preamble, getting straight to the point.

Bobo hesitated, pouring some liquor into his mouth and taking off his hat.

"That was Jim's team. I just handled some logistics for him—I don't have the authority to command them."

"Bobo, it's over. Nightmaster Jim sacrificed himself. Whether you can accept it or not, you're the second-generation Nightmaster now," Su Ming sighed. The gorilla could be hilarious sometimes, but he was genuinely loyal to his friends. "He left Mayhem and the bar to you, along with the Nightblade sword. You've naturally got the qualifications to lead Shadowpact."

"No, the magical world's affairs are handled by the Dark Justice League. Shadowpact doesn't need to show up again," Bobo said, his expression pained as he downed a drink.

But Su Ming's devilish voice whispered in his ear: "You really think the Dark Justice League is enough? Think about last night—while we were running ourselves ragged, what did they do?"

The gorilla scratched his head. True, faced with a magical crisis, it was the outsider Deathstroke who'd solved the problem.

The Dark Justice League, which Batman had pinned high hopes on, was just a sidekick the whole time. Wonder Woman, slated as their leader, was in a coma for most of it.

That ironclad fact shook Bobo a little.

Looked at that way, reassembling Shadowpact seemed pretty necessary, huh?

Su Ming meant it that way too. Shadowpact listened to the Nightmaster, and the Nightmaster, Bobo, now listened to Su Ming.

After a long pause and a few more drinks, Bobo finally nodded. "You're right. The world's survival hangs on our decisions right now. The sorcerers really should step up. Shadowpact's roster isn't full, but their combat strength hasn't taken too big a hit."

Why was this team called Shadowpact?

Because their powers almost entirely came from unorthodox witchcraft, drawn through bloodlines from various dark entities.

Su Ming knew from the comics that Shadowpact currently had four members he could assemble, and he knew about them all.

There was Enchantress, the fallen witch who'd once joined the Suicide Squad. Her power came from the demonic soul inside her—a sort of unconventional warlock.

She was now pulling double duty with both the Dark Justice League and Shadowpact.

Nightshade, the girl who saved Zatanna last night. She used traditional magic, plus powers from the Shadow Dimension and some shadow magic. Aside from lacking close-combat skills, she was practically a mirror image of Magik.

Blue Devil, a stuntman wearing devil skin. His superpowers came from his suit—think of him as a magical Iron Man.

Finally, Black Alice, a young girl. Though small in age, her strength was terrifyingly powerful.

Her magic had one trick: completely mimicking someone else's abilities. It was less magic and more a superpower, though she preferred stealing sorcerers' powers.

If Superman showed up in front of her, she'd turn into Supergirl. If Barry showed up, she'd become the Flash.

Her ability was that unreasonable. Didn't matter where your power came from—bloodline, mutation, whatever. If she saw you, she became you.

Her greatest feat was stealing the powers of the Spectre and Eclipso, turning the Spectre's本体 into a harmless puff of smoke.

And what's the Spectre? He's DC's "Wrath of God," a part of God's will. The whole Justice League struggles like hell against him.

With that one move—though she could only steal two heroes' identities at once—this teenage girl undeniably ranked among top-tier superheroes in combat power.

Of course, she wasn't entirely a hero. She was strapped for cash and had done dirty work for the Secret Six for a while.

But she only needed money to treat her father's cancer. She wasn't some irredeemable villain. Sure, she killed decisively, but she was just a teenage girl.

She got along great with Shadowpact and the Birds of Prey, and she was Zatanna's goth-style buddy. As long as you told her the world needed her now, she'd definitely join.

Su Ming could even toss in some small rewards—like a chunk of cash or getting someone to check on her dad's illness.

It's just cancer, right? Acting like it's some incurable disease. This is the DC world, after all.

"Since you've come around, assemble the team. Tell them to avoid the water when they come—don't end up like Zatanna. Seriously, it cracks me up. She's practically the world's strongest sorceress now, and she turns into a fish?"

Su Ming patted Bobo's shoulder. He could knock back a few drinks before the reinforcements arrived.

Then he'd take the team skyward for a decapitation strike. Were these aliens going full Cthulhu vibe this time?

He'd created an Elder God version of Wade, and now alien sea tribes were popping up. What was this—karmic payback?

Bobo downed his glass in one gulp and headed to the wall to make a call, while Su Ming took his phone back. With a client watching his every move, he had to keep them updated.

The whole world was a mess right now—better to stay in touch.

Bobo finished the call quickly, barely needing to argue.

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Maybe he felt unqualified to lead the team, but the other members clearly saw him as Jim's successor.

Bobo had been the team's logistics guy, providing analysis or coordinating support—kind of like Batman's role in the Justice League. Indispensable.

The team members thought he was fully qualified.

So when Bobo sent out the call, they showed up almost instantly.

First to arrive was Nightshade. Her shadow magic could peel up a corner of the real world like a carpet—she'd slip in one end and pop out the other.

And that special ability came from the Shadow Dimension—no need to pay Mister Mxyzptlk's tab.

Second was Enchantress, still in an asylum patient gown. No idea where she'd escaped from.

Her dark circles were heavy, like she hadn't rested in ages.

If you've got an evil spirit inside constantly trying to take over your body, avoiding sleep does make sense.

Next, Blue Devil and Black Alice arrived together. Blue Devil didn't have any casting abilities, and Black Alice needed to "borrow" someone else's powers to teleport.

Su Ming nodded in satisfaction, setting down his glass and welcoming the others, while the gorilla started introducing Su Ming—this Deathstroke from another world—to everyone.

Of course, the phrasing was somewhat polished. Bobo had just seen him kill a hundred people without blinking—couldn't exactly put that in the intro.

Through Bobo, Su Ming instantly pulled together a team rivaling the Justice League. And he was confident this squad would follow orders in battle.

It was simple: bring Bobo along and toss some perks to these heroes.

Su Ming didn't run things like the Justice League, spouting grand ideals to guilt people into risking their lives. He preferred deals and favors.

Take Enchantress—she'd been plagued by the evil spirit eroding her. Su Ming promised to help her out.

The spirit inside her was an ancient demon, and right now, Hell's Megi Ken owed Su Ming a favor.

It was Su Ming who'd gotten her off the throne—sure, it was a small effort, but now Enchantress's problem? For Hell's demon lord Megi, that's a small effort too, right?

Black Alice, real name Lori—Su Ming promised to treat her father and threw in a few grand as a "nutrition stipend."

Nightshade was worried about casting costs and didn't dare use other magic. Easy fix—Su Ming just had to chat with Mister Mxyzptlk again and loosen her repayment terms.

The only tricky one was Blue Devil. He barely wanted anything—a true hero. But he was struggling financially and had worked security at the Oblivion Bar. Su Ming promised him a house.

After the Metal event, Gotham's housing prices had tanked hard. It was pocket change.

Blue Devil was already planning to join the world-saving effort. Now, for Bobo's sake—and the house—he agreed to follow Deathstroke's lead.

Team command secured. Plan moving smoothly.

Bobo was one hell of a gorilla—helped a ton, smart too. Didn't say what he shouldn't, didn't ask what he didn't need to.

Su Ming decided he'd hook him up later—maybe set him up with a date or something.

Yep, snatch a smart female gorilla from Grodd's Gorilla Island and gift her to Bobo. Perfect match.

Sure, Grodd's crew were gorillas—King Kong types—while Bobo was a chimpanzee, more monkey-like, but they're both primates, right?

Meanwhile, in his head, Su Ming swapped Bobo's title. "Gorilla Detective" was too clunky—henceforth, he'd be "Little Lucky Chimp."