"I wonder how No Brain and No Happiness are doing now."
Su Ming led Diana toward where Barry was squatting and drawing circles on the ground. The flowers and grass around them carried the scent of dew. The rapid alternation of sunrises and sunsets had kept changing the temperature, leaving the plants' leaves heavy and damp.
Wade and Mazikeen followed behind them, though they occasionally cast sinister glances at each other, as if ready to kill one another at any moment.
"No Brain? No Happiness?" Diana raised one eyebrow. She did not know the two people Deathstroke was talking about. Besides, who would pick code names like that?
"Since so many Supermen and Batmen have come from other Parallel Universes, we now have a whole pile of Clarks and Bruces. To tell them apart, I gave the two from the Main World new code names. Superman is called 'No Brain,' and Batwoman is 'No Happiness.'"
Yes, if someone went to the headquarters of Justice Incarnate—the Hall of Justice—and shouted "Batwoman," a dozen Batwomen would probably emerge from the darkness at once and stare at them.
That would be a fatal flaw in battle. Just imagine it: during a fight, the comm channel would be full of things like, "That guy from Multiverse Earth 23, that guy from Multiverse Earth-17 needs help."
That was far too much to say. In a life-or-death moment, who had time for tongue twisters? The people from other Parallel Universes could be ignored for now, but their acquaintances from the Main World still needed to be distinguished.
The term Hall of Justice was unfamiliar even to many second- and third-tier heroes, because it was the headquarters of Justice Incarnate. Justice Incarnate was a union of Justice Leagues from every Parallel World in the Multiverse, a massive