"You seem to know something?"
Sara, who had been staring at Aaron, noticed his thoughtful gaze and tried to ask.
Raven looked over.
Aaron nodded, "You're mistaken. Trigon isn't looking for the God of Fate, Nabu. Nabu wouldn't provoke that madman. He's looking for the Three Fates because of a small misunderstanding, and your world is just the unlucky victim in the process of that misunderstanding."
Nabu might not even be able to defeat Trigon himself, so there's no reason for him to actively provoke him. Moreover, Nabu always chooses spokespersons or possesses mortals to achieve his goals, such as Dove and Doctor Fate.
Legends of Tomorrow, however, was clearly unaware of this. Although they could travel through time and knew many secrets that others didn't, they certainly didn't understand the complex relationships among the higher-level deities.
"Misunderstanding? You're saying our world is on the brink of destruction because of a small misunderstanding?"
Rip Hunter, the former Time Master and current captain of the Waverider and leader of the team, twitched his lips. Even he, a former Time Investigator, found this statement hard to accept.
Let alone the rest of Legends of Tomorrow.
Jefferson, one of the Firestorm, even exclaimed, "You must be joking. Trigon is a demon lord. Would he be so stupid as to find the wrong person?"
Raven frowned. "He's always been quite stupid."
At this moment, Atom, Ray Palmer, spoke up, "Then, Mister and Miss Raven, can you help us stop Trigon?"
Aaron raised an eyebrow. "Why don't you try using your Super Powers and Super Brain? I suggest you wear your underwear on the outside to deal with Trigon, instead of just being Atom and begging everyone."
"Huh? Underwear on the outside?"
Ray Palmer was stunned. "Are you saying... Superman?"
"Me? Superman? Take down Trigon?!"
Rip Hunter thought for a moment and asked, "Could it be you from another parallel universe?"
Ray's mouth was slightly agape. So he could transform into Superman? What a loss!
Mick interjected, "Miss Raven, you don't know how cruel that demon is. He madly slaughters every living creature he sees. Wherever he goes, Hellfire burns endlessly, leaving nothing alive. I think you've definitely never seen that terrifying scene. We should kill him."
Raven said expressionlessly, "He is my father."
Mick's expression was a bit annoyed. Then his tone changed, "Ah... perhaps you could try to persuade him, clear up the misunderstanding, and leave our universe?"
"I think any father, even a demon, should accept his daughter's suggestion, right?"
"He killed my mother, and he tried to kill me." Raven showed no further emotion, speaking words that would drive others mad in the calmest tone.
Mick was stunned. He was carefully choosing his words, pondering the true relationship between Raven and Trigon.
After thinking, he realized this issue was too complex, so he looked at Aaron. "Sir, I think you should go and see the world burning in flames. Believe me, you will be filled with rage."
"Oh, so in that case, the first thing I should do is kill you?"
Aaron chuckled. "As an arsonist, do you have the right to call others arsonists?"
Mick's smile froze, and he immediately fell silent.
Seeing this, Leonard, immediately realized that his current teammates were useless, and he still needed to step forward.
As he took a step forward, Aaron glanced at him. "You, who became a criminal because of abuse from your father, are essentially no different from Trigon."
Leonard was directly silenced.
Rip looked left and right. It seemed only he, as the captain, could step in.
Just as he was about to speak, Aaron waved his hand and said casually, "Are you sure you want me to reveal the true purpose of you forming this team?"
"..."
Rip's expression kept changing. Who exactly was this guy? Why did he know their experiences so thoroughly?
He had never seen this guy. Was he also a Time Watcher? But he had never heard any information about him. This is not scientific.
Sara had also intended to speak, but seeing Aaron silence many of her teammates with just a few words, she hesitated for a moment.
Fortunately, there were still normal people present.
Martin Stein, one of the Firestorm, stepped forward. "Sir, if I'm not mistaken, Trigon's misunderstanding should be related to you?"
"And you and Trigon probably don't get along that well either. In this regard, I think our positions are consistent."
Aaron glanced at him, not refuting. "You're absolutely right."
Martin and the others' faces lit up with joy, but Aaron's next sentence brought them back to reality.
"But why should I save your world? I'm not your daddy."
"Ah, this..."
Everyone was dumbfounded. They didn't understand.
The atmosphere had been built up to this point, shouldn't they be hot-headed and join them to fight the great demon king to save the world?
Whether Superheroes or villains, there was no need to refuse.
Mick and Leonard had the most to say.
But they never expected Aaron to be so "rational" and so "cold and heartless."
That was an innocent world!
At this moment, Sara suddenly said out of the blue, "Daddy."
"Ah?!"
"Daddy! Daddy! My dear daddy!"
Sara's string of daddys silenced everyone, including Aaron.
The scene was utterly silent.
Raven looked at Sara, her golden hair particularly striking, and her heterochromatic eyes were a stark contrast to Aaron's black hair and dark eyes.
Then there was the skin tone typical of Caucasians.
Raven looked at Aaron, her gaze seeming to ask, 'Where did you get such a grown-up daughter?'
For a moment, Aaron wondered if he had traveled to Sara's past, cuckolded her father, and given birth to Sara.
Otherwise, why would Sara so naturally utter those words?
"Who is Quentin Lance?" Aaron suddenly asked.
Sara replied without an ounce of guilt, "My dad."
"Who am I?"
"Dad."
"..."
Rip and the others looked bewildered.
Two dads? Does your mother know? Does Quentin Lance know?
Compared to Rip and the others, Aaron could understand the difference between the two dads.
One biological dad, one intimate dad...
You really know how to play. Could his charm have increased with his physical evolution?
Sometimes, being excessively charming is also a bother. Even a daughter can automatically appear.
"Time, coordinates, number of people, and, well, room number." Aaron's words were concise and clear this time.
Sara breathed a sigh of relief. "If you don't mind, we can just stay around here, like that hotel?"
Aaron didn't say anything and walked ahead. He was going to exercise his paternal authority, in the name of a father, to make Sara understand what respect meant.
Of course, before that, Aaron had perused the River of Time and knew that Sara had not had relations with Ava, otherwise, even if Sara called him grandpa, it would be useless.
Raven hesitated to speak, but as soon as she opened her mouth, she recalled the terror of being dominated last night. Her body still hadn't recovered.
Forget it, let it be. Who told her to be weak?
As a woman, it was embarrassing to admit that she couldn't satisfy her man even after trying her best.
So Raven followed Aaron, hoping to find an opportunity to strike him hard and completely conquer him.
"Why did we come here? To cross mountains and rivers just to deliver a daughter?" Jefferson's expression was comically exaggerated.
He didn't understand. Even with his talent, he couldn't make such an outstanding woman submit at first sight.
"Did you guys notice, Raven didn't object. How did that man do it?" Mick slapped his thigh and yelled, feeling like he'd lived his past thirty years in vain.
"Who can tell me how he did it? If I had even half his ability, I wouldn't be soloing until now."
Ray, who had been muttering about becoming Superman, heard this and said faintly, "Haven't you figured it out yet? It's a difference in appearance."
He subtly glanced at Jefferson, then lowered his head and continued to chant about how to become Superman.
Mick was stunned, somewhat unwilling to accept this reality. He said unhappily, "Appearance is hopeless, are there any other better methods that don't require face?"
"There are."
Rip looked at the retreating figures of Aaron and the two women and said, "If you don't have the face, you can earn money. With enough money, you'll be fine."
"Money?" Mick looked troubled.
If he had money, he wouldn't have resorted to arson.
"Neither money nor face, are there any other ways?"
Leonard's expression was normal. "Of course. But then you can face legal charges. The judge and lawyers would be very happy to help you."
Mick's face became even more conflicted. He had just managed to go straight, he didn't want to greet his old friends again.
"Why is the gap between people so wide?"
Martin shook his head. "Don't think about it. He's a monster. Don't compare yourself to him, that's just asking for humiliation."
In his decades of life, the most handsome celebrities or models he had seen, even purely in terms of physical appearance, were far inferior to Aaron. Moreover, Aaron possessed a unique, enviable aura, as dazzling as the sun, even in darkness, so intensely hot.
Carter vigilantly looked at Kendra, finding her gazing dreamily into the distance. The half of her face visible beneath her mask seemed to show regret and shame, as if she was sad that Aaron wasn't paying attention to her.
Seeing this, Carter gritted his teeth and said, "Are you very envious? Raven is Trigon's daughter. For the daughter of a demon lord to share the same man with another woman, if Trigon found out, his wrath would surely incinerate this universe."
These words were more effective than ice water, extinguishing the flames burning in Mick's heart.
That's right, the daughter of a dimensional demon lord was treated this way by Aaron. No matter how displeased Trigon was with Raven, he would absolutely not accept this humiliation.
Putting himself in Trigon's shoes, he would definitely go mad.
"I advise you all not to act rashly. He's very unusual, and he's already agreed to help us... Sara, to deal with Trigon together." Martin warned.
"Heh, he doesn't know the pros and cons. He just knows he's about to die, which is why he agreed to our request."
"Even if we didn't come, Trigon wouldn't spare him."
Carter said indignantly, "Sara was taken advantage of for free, Aaron can only unite with us."
Rip frowned.
Was it really like that?
He vaguely felt something was wrong, Aaron wasn't that simple.
He reviewed the past, scanning through time, and suddenly felt that some past memories were blurry, and some things had been silently replaced.
What's going on?
Rip's face darkened, but soon, his expression returned to normal, as if nothing had happened.
"Alright, after Sara returns, we'll talk properly."
Everyone went to the bar directly opposite the hotel to wait. They waited for a day and a night.
Sara walked out, dragging her weary body, her steps faltering, clearly having suffered quite a bit.
This was the grace of a father.
"Sara, how are you?" Rip walked up, looking at Sara in surprise.
Sara groaned hoarsely, "Nothing, just played for a day and a night without rest."
That's nothing? Her voice was hoarse, and her body was like mud.
That man, if it's not his own woman, he really goes all out.
But a day and a night? Seriously? There's no way such an amazing person exists in this world.
Sara didn't want to talk, just gulping down drinks to quench her thirst.
Even though Aaron had restored her state earlier, the last wave didn't have that, and her body was severely dehydrated.
And because of the deep father-daughter affection, she had cried out "daddy" many times in emotion, which made her voice hoarse.
However, even in this state, she put down her drink and couldn't help but smile. "Get ready, we'll leave after they finish."
"They? You mean... they're still going?!"
Jefferson's eyes widened.
Is that even human?
Sara nodded, a satisfied smile on her face, and reminisced, "Don't be so surprised, it's only the second round. Otherwise, how do you think I came down?"
No way, is there really such a fierce general in the world?
We're all human, so why are you the only one so outstanding?