Cant rolled over and landed, bracing one hand on the ground as he staggered back several steps before rising to his feet. Watching the dense dark energy swirling around Harley's nose and mouth, he frowned. He lowered his gaze to the nearly shattered bracer and the gauntlet covered in blade marks, fury beginning to burn within him.
He knew that damned viper Viman was up to no good. Why else would Viman so casually hand him such an easy task as capturing a helpless child? They weren't even from the same faction and had no real connection. It seemed he had indeed been played.
Everyone said humans were weak, so human young should be even weaker. Even if some individual humans were powerful, their offspring could not be that strong. This was common knowledge among Apokolips natives. If Cant, the self-proclaimed greatest fighter in the universe, actually fell to a few human children, he would never be able to return to Apokolips.
But Cant was not some hulking idiot who only knew how to throw punches. He had noticed that the same kind of energy surged through all these children. Since they were Batman's children, that energy most likely came from Batman.
Cant was certain Batman was not here, because the fleet's joint signal-defense network had just come under attack, most likely by Batman. Since Batman had focused his attention on cyberwarfare, it meant he had not realized his children were in danger.
Cant knew very well that all life in the Material Universe depended on the mutual support of soul and body. The strength of one would inevitably affect the other. Young whose bodies had not yet matured could not possess particularly strong souls, which meant their energy had a limit. Once their energy ran out, with humans' frail