Multiverse: Deathstroke-Chapter 469: Deduction

As the first to vanish, she didn't even know what hit Earth. All she knew was she and Aquaman got jumped by a sea monster during their op. She'd snagged an Atlantean key—purpose unknown.

Knowing her, she wouldn't ditch a teammate.

Su Ming figured she glimpsed their destination before breaking free, then laid low for a bit.

Flanking tactics? Amazons got that down pat.

She had to be plotting Aquaman's rescue.

Of course, a rescue needs wheels, and Wonder Woman didn't pack space gear in advance.

To move in space and breathe, she'd need a ride—tech ship, magic carpet, whatever. Point is, she'd need transport.

And she'd snag it from the enemy. That's a warrior's mindset.

So Su Ming's deduction, based on the clues: Aquaman and Wonder Woman were both at that reef. It was big enough to spot from Earth, meaning it was massive.

Difference was, Aquaman got caught, while Wonder Woman broke loose at the last second, playing hide-and-seek with the aliens on the reef.

She was gearing up to jack a ride and bust Aquaman out.

With a ship full of "fish-tages" and layers of magical protection, Su Ming's plan was to sneak to that cosmic reef and scoop up both Wonder Woman and Aquaman.

Multiple sea gods? No sweat. The sea god—let's call him Aquaman 2.0—had his weakness exposed by Su Ming and was toast.

The other alien sea gods hadn't shown yet. Half a day later, no teleporting in for payback meant they knew they couldn't match Aquaman 2.0. No point in humiliating themselves.

The near-orbit alien fleet was already descending to Earth step-by-step. Someone had to be running the show planetside.

Starfire said there were three sea gods. Take that as the minimum and prep accordingly.

With a squad of mystics, enemy grunts weren't even a factor.

If Su Ming tied up Aquaman 2.0, Wonder Girl, Starfire, and Black Alice could handle another long enough for Wonder Woman to link up.

Still, it needed a tight plan. Punch in happy, clock out safe, right?

Rescuing Wonder Woman and Aquaman, then saving fish-Flash later—clutch saves like that would win over the straight arrows. Even if they weren't Team Deathstroke yet, their favor would skyrocket.

So when Batman finally pulls the "Transcendence" doorknob and dukes it out with Lex, Deathstroke swoops in to "destroy" both knobs—for "world peace."

That pitch should snag most of the current Justice League's votes.

"My theory's simple: Wonder Woman's character means she'll save Aquaman. We hit his location, search, and we'll find her."

His mind raced, but he kept his tone breezy, sharing only what he wanted them to know.

Stuff they shouldn't know? Su Ming kept locked up. He skipped heaps of his reasoning, hid his real goal, and just laid out the Wonder Woman location bit.

Even Beast Boy had to admit it tracked.

Not pure fact-based logic, sure, but psychological profiling worked as a lead too.

Beast Boy bought it—Wonder Woman was there. High odds, since "Amazons don't abandon comrades" was enough to roll with.

Cyborg, the science whiz, clocked Deathstroke's take early too.

"My armor's got a radiation wavelength analyzer. Link it to the ship's external sensors, and we can track 'divine metal' energy frequencies. In a smallish area, we'll find resonance points."

It was like hunting Batman and Superman in the Dark Multiverse's core using metal vibes. If Flash could science it, Cyborg could too—pure physics.

Wonder Girl nodded. Finding her sister now? Couldn't ask for better.

As long as she wasn't still gunning for Deathstroke.

Wonder Woman would totally want payback, but current chaos should keep her focused on the big picture, right?

"That's all I've got. Clearer than Batman's orders, easier to grasp? Don't thank me—just execute. Target: Blood Reef."

Su Ming leaned back, eyes shut.

Blood Reef, present time.

Sure, it's a sprawl of jagged reefs, but it's really an ocean cooked up by the three sea gods together.

A cosmic bonsai, floating in space. Coral at the center—gods' crib—ringed by a vast sea.

Regular alien sea folk used to live here.

Right now, a small boat cut across the fishless ocean surface. No ripples, just a mirror-flat expanse reflecting the boat's occupants crystal-clear.

Aboard: a turtle, a lobster, a fish.

Alien sea clan heads mimicked ocean critters. Similar to Earth's, sure, but these weren't your standard species.

The turtle sported a sponge headwrap. One arm, busted, was swapped for a coral-carved prosthetic.

"Ah, sweet—we're finally getting a home."

The fish folk peered at distant Earth—a brighter star, sure, but it couldn't dim their longing.

Locked in the Tomb of Gods for eons, then drifting in space—they craved a planet of their own.

"Yeah, a blue-water gem. And filthy, backstabbing Poseidon's dead," the lobster chimed in, whiskers twitching like a laugh.

"Him and Arian betrayed us. Now they've paid up," the fish-head capped off. Earth's sea god had it coming. "Some surface folks keep their word, though."

After their new pals—the Legion of Doom—offed Poseidon, the fish folk saw it as a rock-solid alliance.

"Enough—row faster! The gods' fleet's about to launch. Time to claim our new turf!"

The turtle patted his stump, urging the others to paddle.

Then, faintly, they spotted something on the horizon—another boat, closing fast.

Before they could squint, a discus flew from afar, clocking the lobster and fish. Only the neck-shrinking turtle stayed up.

Before he could yell, a figure leaped from the other boat—practically flying—landing on theirs.

An Earth female. She caught her shield, strapped it to her arm, and yanked a weapon from her waist, lassoing the turtle.

A golden rope coiled around his neck, and it clicked for him what she wanted.

"Earth's Aquaman—where is he?!"

Wonder Woman planted a foot on his shell, yanking the Lasso of Truth tight. She was ready to save Aquaman.

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At first, after ditching the enemy's teleport, she'd hidden in this cosmic coral sea, waiting for Justice League backup.

She knew gods cold. Spotting three figures in the teleport tunnel, she sensed their power—three sea gods.

Outnumbered. Even with Aquaman, it'd be two on three.

So she opted to wait. If Superman showed, she could take the alien gods head-on.

But even by her mental clock, half a day had crawled by with no League cavalry.

Something was wrong. Now, beyond self-rescue, she had to spring Aquaman too.

Breaking free from the forced teleport had drained her, leaving light wounds.

Not everyone could "jump ship" mid-cosmic transit and live. This was a decent outcome.

She'd roamed the enemy's sea, nabbed a boat—its original owners too fragile, crumbling at a tap.

Paddling across the endless water, she hunted for live intel sources.