Multiverse: Deathstroke-Chapter 468: Rendezvous

The Legion of Doom versus the Justice League, Destruction versus Transcendence—it was all just a tussle for this universe's steering wheel. Everyone wanted the future to bend their way.

But to the Omniverse beyond the Wall, the DC world was just a speck. With so many worlds, so many shots, were Destruction and Transcendence really at odds?

To Su Ming, Destruction was a tool, and Transcendence just a pit stop. As an outsider, he saw further.

He didn't want godhood. What he chased was beyond that—higher than any concept or rule.

A plan he couldn't voice. Even thinking it risked some entity peeking in, so he'd never breathe a word to anyone.

For now, this was fine. His current goal: wait for Batman to whip out that other thing.

When Batman yapped with folks, he'd toss around "Aggregate" like it was the holy grail. Meanwhile, Lex waved around the literal "Destruction" doorknob nonstop.

So here's the rub:

Where's the "Transcendence" doorknob?

If one side's got a tangible concept, the other should too, right?

And if there's a doorknob, there's a door. So where's this "door"?

Su Ming reckoned Batman had the Transcendence doorknob stashed away, keeping it hush-hush to throw everyone off.

Even battered to a pulp, he hadn't pulled it out to counter Lex.

What Batman valued, Su Ming valued. So this "Aggregate" smokescreen Batman pushed? Su Ming wasn't buying it.

As events unfolded, he saw through Aggregate's core: an unhatched, living "Opportunity."

Like the Speed Force in Flashpoint or the Infinite Earths in Infinite Crisis.

It leaked info—Flash and Martian Manhunter had tripped over its hallucinations before.

Maybe one day it'd hatch, rebooting or upgrading the world. But that did Su Ming no favors.

Whoever held that bullseye was a sitting duck.

What Su Ming wanted from this mess? Those two doorknobs.

Forget the power that smashed Batman up in a blink—just the stuff behind them was tantalizing.

He wanted to peek past that door. What drove a brain like Lex mad and forced Batman to con everyone?

Deathstroke saving Earth?

That was just a bonus. Su Ming needed a home base, and human hubs were solid picks.

He didn't vibe with lonely, quiet spots. Chatting with his own kind, eating human grub, indulging in human pleasures—that was a must.

With X-Metal in his system, he didn't need food or water anymore. The metal's energy kept him ticking.

But "eating human smoke and fire" was key to staying human. Powering up without losing that was his line in the sand.

Otherwise, getting stronger but ditching humanity would flip the whole game upside down.

Like the drainage plan—Batman and Lex were so locked on each other, neither clocked Su Ming's real scheme. His grand strategy was still cruising smooth.

A long-haul play. No rush.

Thinking it over, Su Ming idly rubbed the chair's armrest, looking chill as ever. But a faint smirk tugged at his lips, like he'd hit on something amusing.

"The ship's been triple-checked. No surveillance gear left," Cyborg reported, eyeing Deathstroke's odd smile.

Su Ming figured as much—that nagging "being watched" itch was gone.

"Good. Fire up the ship. Use it as cover to link up with Detective Chimp," Su Ming said, leaning back and gripping Godslayer's hilt. "Once Shadowpact's in place, I'll lay out the next tactical move."

Cyborg didn't argue. Rallying their forces made sense—fists hit harder when clenched.

Using their ship as a shield? No issue. The enemy wouldn't dare shoot. Just dip to low orbit, drop the isolation grid, and dock.

Orders given, Su Ming waved everyone off to get it done.

Cyborg wasn't slick with the controls at first, but she picked it up fast.

Minutes later, as planned, they smoothly linked with Shadowpact and Harley.

Harley bolted in first. Not long after docking, she hit the bridge, ignoring the Titans' less-than-warm stares like they weren't there.

"You got a new ship, huh, Deathstroke? It's old, beat-up, and stinks like fish, but I dig it."

"Yeah, it's big enough. Just don't wander off or eat the fish."

Su Ming nodded to Beast Boy trailing behind, signaling his secretary to hustle over for a briefing.

"Eat fish? What's that mean?" Harley blinked, puzzled. She hadn't spotted anything fishy here.

Su Ming didn't explain. Harley didn't need the details—her brain was a mess anyway.

Her playbook was different from the rest.

Take Flash: you had to brief him—plan, goal, payoff. If it checked out, he'd pitch in.

Wonder Woman? She needed a clear target and a straight-up win.

Harley? None of that.

Just tell her the job's about the Joker. How she'd handle it or what she'd think? Su Ming didn't meddle.

Pitting a nutcase against a nutcase meant letting your nutcase run wild.

Even if two lunatics flipped the world, blew Gotham sky-high, Su Ming wouldn't blink. He just wanted his endgame.

Beast Boy scoped the alien ship, itching to try piloting, but Su Ming called the meeting, so he shuffled to the bridge's center.

Seeing Wonder Girl here didn't faze him.

Deathstroke must've run into something in space to call them up. And for him to merge forces, it had to be with people he could control.

Beast Boy had him pegged: Deathstroke had a control freak streak. He dodged the Justice League because he couldn't outmaneuver Batman to run the show.

Dark. Merc life was too dark.

"Alright, next up: we're rescuing Wonder Woman and Aquaman."

While Beast Boy's mind wandered, Su Ming tapped the armrest, setting the agenda.

Beast Boy: "..."

He'd just been thinking Deathstroke wouldn't team with the League—now he's hunting Wonder Woman?

This guy's brain was a maze. Exhausting.

Beast Boy took a deep breath. Forget guessing—normal folks couldn't crack Deathstroke's moves.

Especially not a cute, harmless chimp like him.

Even if he figured it, he'd zip it. That's how you live long.

"But we don't know where Wonder Woman is," Starfire objected, her focus just yanked by Harley.

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Harley rocked a flashy sequined outfit, chewing gum, humming, and twirling her hair, lounging on a table like Earth's fate was no biggie.

Wasn't she supposed to be with the Suicide Squad? Where were the others?

"No, we do," Su Ming said with a gentle smile, slouching in his chair, propping a temple with his fingers. "I can find her. Batman could too, if he wanted."

Beast Boy tugged his detective hat brim lower. True—when Batman wanted someone found, he found them.

Especially Wonder Woman. Bruce had contingencies for her whereabouts, no doubt.

"Agreed. But without Batman's gadgets, how do we pinpoint her?" Beast Boy backed Deathstroke quick, shooting Starfire a subtle wink.

Hear the plan, roll with it—questioning got you nowhere.

Understood or not, obedience was the only path. Why fight it?

Su Ming dug Beast Boy's savvy and knack for reading the room. The little chimp was a top-tier team glue.

That question didn't just shift the convo from "is this legit" to "how do we pull it off," it also signaled Shadowpact's stance and nudged Starfire in line—all from a neutral angle.

World's smartest ape, no lie. Once Lex was dealt with, Su Ming'd hook Beast Boy up with a "girlfriend" through his network. Reward earned.