Mutual Understanding and Decorum

"Hm? It doesn't hurt anymore? What happened?" Thorne had been wailing, but as he cried out, he suddenly realized that the burning sensation he had just felt had vanished completely. More than vanished—Thorne felt as if he had never been burned at all, as if everything just now had been an illusion.

Only, the little dark room was pitch-black, and Thorne still had no way of seeing what state his body was in right now. He did not even know whether he had escaped danger, and that left Thorne, whose pain had ended, still terrified and uneasy.

"Is it dealt with? Aren't you going to attack Belloc?" Clark looked at Robet, who had not continued to act, and at Belloc, who was still holding Damian and murmuring nonstop, and asked in confusion.

"No rush. I sensed it. This Belloc is very weak. That curse-like power just now has less actual killing power than Johnny Storm when he had just gained his abilities. In the Hell Dimension, she'd only count as an ordinary demon with a special ability, not even a High-level Demon..." Robet slowly shook his head and said softly.

"But maybe there's someone behind her. Martian Manhunter isn't here, and with our level of Mind Reading, we have no way of figuring out all her memories, especially with someone this deranged. Her memories might be especially chaotic. Better to wait and see what exactly she's planning to do..."

"So, is there any chance that, like that Joker from before, she's just a psychopath, and the point of her psychosis just happens to make her dote on Damian? Treating him as her own child?" Clark hesitated when he heard Robet's words, looking at Robet as he probed cautiously.

It was not that Clark could not accept that he had misjudged