Diana was puzzled.
Truly.
She was the pride of the Amazonian tribe, a descendant of gods.
Most importantly, influenced by her late beloved Steve, she had never done anything to harm this world.
Yet, she was being called "Wonder Bitch"? Where did she look like a "bitch"?
"I believe my mory is quite good, but I don't recall ever eting you. So, why do you know my na, and what's with that nickna?" Diana suppressed her surging emotions, using Lothar's direct "provocation" as an opportunity to engage him.
Bruce Wayne said this world needed heroes. And as a descendant of a Norse god, this man was clearly a hero they could recruit.
Lothar didn't answer, rely extending his hand towards Diana. His speed was like lightning; by the ti Diana reacted, Lothar's arm had already pressed down on her shoulder.
"Lothar, you—" ra, in her purple bikini, widened her eyes in surprise. Diana was a demigod, capable of rivaling even the Kryptonian.
"You're not her." The burst of energy from Diana's body made Lothar react in an instant, his retracting right arm firmly locking down her striking palm.
On the spacious observation balcony, the few people present at this ti scattered like startled birds.
"Though you look very similar." After realizing that this Diana was not the Diana he knew, Lothar instantly lost interest. He had a lot of ti, but he didn't want to waste it on such trivial matters.
"Woz, prepare for departure."
"Yes, Your Highness Lothar." The blue robotic cat appeared before Diana's spiritual gaze; the light screen, clearly a product of technology, greatly impacted her perception.
Did the Norse mythological era possess high-tech capabilities comparable to modern Earth?
"Hello, I'm ra, from the undersea kingdom of Xebel." Diana's confusion was interrupted by ra. The goodwill from the Princess of Xebel forced Diana to withdraw her gaze from Lothar.
"Diana, from Themyscira."
The two beautiful won in bikinis shook hands cordially on the balcony, much to the disappointnt of the onlookers who had scattered earlier and were now squatting nearby, eager for drama.
They had expected to see an exciting catfight between two won, but instead, they witnessed... harmonious camaraderie?
Pfft!
Jerk!
Male onlookers, filled with envy, jealousy, and hatred, watched Lothar depart, cursing him vehently in their hearts.
"I heard about you, just recently. The Kryptonian's battle was very... very concerning to us." ra waved her wrist, trying not to open that painful wound.
After all, the Kryptonian in the red cape was, in a sense, this world's guardian.
Of course, for so Atlanteans, it wasn't like that at all; they wished all the superheroes on land would perish so they could quickly conquer the surface and no longer endure humanity's transgressions in the depths.
"Can you tell sothing about Lothar, like which deity he's a descendant of? It's very important to ."
"For example, the God of War?" Recalling Bruce Wayne's ntion of Lothar effortlessly defeating Arthur Curry in the surveillance footage, Diana decided to get the full story from the Atlantean beside her.
"What? A descendant of a god?"
"I'm sorry, I don't know. Lothar hasn't ntioned his father since he woke up. I don't know which deity he's a descendant of." ra shook her head, stating she didn't know. She wasn't close enough to Lothar to pry into his family matters.
However...
Indeed, he is also a descendant of a god.
ra knew of Diana's origins.
Although the Amazons had long been secluded, Zeus, the philandering king of the gods, was infamous.
She wasn't a descendant of a god, but Diana was. And for Diana, a descendant of gods, to imdiately ask about Lothar's divine ancestry, subtly confird ra's own suspicions about Lothar.
Soone who could fight Odin and survive, and even fall in love with Hela, the "Goddess of Death," clearly wasn't of ordinary birth.
While Lothar claid the Odin he encountered wasn't the sa as the one in Norse mythology, who's to say this world's mythological records were entirely accurate?
Tyr, the Norse God of War, still had two identities: one as Odin's son, and another as a giant's son.
"Wait, what did you say?"
"His wife is Hela, the Goddess of Death?" Diana frowned, listening to ra spill details like a broken dam.
The Norse mythology ra spoke of was quite different from what Diana knew.
...
anwhile, in Central City, outside Barry Allen's residence, the man who, for the first ti in his life, found soone like himself, was unusually excited. He completely ignored the luxurious supercar parked outside his door.
"So, Batman, oh, I apologize, given the current situation, should I call you Bruce Wayne?" Barry Allen, sitting in the passenger seat, chattered incessantly, his words coming out at lightning speed.
"Now that we're mbers of the sa team, can you tell what your superpower is?"
"Like , my power is speed. What about you?" Barry Allen's face was filled with anticipation and curiosity. The legendary Batman of Gotham was sitting right in front of him!
"My superpower?" Bruce Wayne buckled his seatbelt. At the question, he smiled and said a single word: "Money."
"???" Barry Allen's expression instantly froze. Superpower? The power of money???
"What's wrong, Alfred?" After teasing the newly recruited Barry Allen, Bruce Wayne smiled and answered the video call from his butler, Alfred.
"That Lothar's true identity might be a bit beyond your expectations, Master Bruce."
Butler Alfred's expression was quite serious. Bruce Wayne's face also grew serious. Sensing the change in atmosphere, Barry Allen swallowed whatever he was about to say.
"As you instructed, I retrieved all surveillance footage around the library. After ticulously reconstructing the scene with no blind spots, I discovered this." Alfred went straight to the point.
On the screen, a blue, humanoid racoon-like creature held a book, singing praises after Lothar effortlessly defeated Arthur Curry. Although the praise got stuck, it didn't prevent Alfred from clarifying the content of the book in the racoon's hands using special technology.
"Rejoice! Great Son of Titan, His Highness Lothar, Lord of the Chitauri, revered by all..."
Mulling over the content of the praise, Bruce Wayne's face instantly darkened, and he imdiately dialed Diana's phone.
"Beep... beep... beep..."
After a long pause, no one answered.
Damn it!
"Alfred, arrange a plane. I'm going to Kansas now." Bruce Wayne floored the accelerator, the supercar's engine roaring throughout the city!
The Titans, they were deities overthrown from their throne by the Olympians, led by Zeus. And Diana was a descendant of Zeus. When a Son of Titan ets a descendant of Zeus...
Fuck!!!
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