"If you need me I'll be there. But you know how I am about joining."
Mr. Terrific nodded to the other hero. Now that they were back, he was going to return to what he had been working on before Virgil had come to his lab.
“Don’t we ever…” The man chuckled softly in response as they were transported back to their previous location, their means of transportation closing up behind them.
“@CorporateC0G and a few others started a coalition for the world’s greatest black minds. He asked me to get—
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“Preaching to the choir here man. Already hit up Terrific about this, which lead to Mister Miracle coming out of the woodwork.”
“Back to the other point: her supporters are still rallying behind her, one going out of her way to try and tear me down and degrade me.”
“ Whoa, whoa, whoa!” Khalid took off the helm. “Let me get this straight: your political opponent thar is running for PRESIDENT holds both the ANTI-LIFE & LIFE EQUATION, diametrical forces, at the same time & only Batman has known this whole time?!”
“ Am I missing context?”
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"I promise you right now, I'll cure you. Shouldn't take me long to get rid of a gamma mutation. I'm Mr. Terrific."
He looks at him.
"But you gotta promise me you're going to work on a different kind of healing. Betty. Reach out to her."
"Work hard."
"Life will do that. As a person in this world, you can attain money, status, power. Sometimes those things blind us. Make us feel untouchable."
Michael looks over at Ross. He was talking a lot, but this might be the first time Ross has ever really listened to someone.
He shakes his head.
“And I lost damn near all of it.” The former general falls silent again.
Eventually, he glances sideways at Michael.
“You really think you can get rid of this thing?”
There’s skepticism in the question.
“You niggas gon stop comparing me to literal tyrants, racists, embodiments of evil, and just all around bad dudes. The IQ can’t be that high if you’re not realizing how bad of a look that is.”
“Biases cloud judgement. Stand in someone’s corner if you want to, but don’t you dare—
“My words and methods have helped secure an intergalactic alliance. My purposeful insults have riled up those who entertain me the most.”
“Must I debase myself and switch it up to fit in the masses milady? Does my vernacular not please you?”
“It’s cool though. Said what I—
"Your opponent. She's in danger."
Michael holds his T-Sphere, projecting a visual of their earth. And then others.
"Anti Life. The ability to control all free will. A transcendental mathematical formula that can dominate the will and soul of any sentient being in the universe."
"Disqualify someone from running in an election. Right now, I can't even say for sure if we're acting on our own free will. We wouldn't be any the wiser. If she uses that equation, no votes will matter. And no one would know."
"This election has to be called off."