The respite between battles was brief. While Batwoman treated her injuries, she pried some information out of Diana, exchanged a few words with Hal and Green Arrow, and finally turned a suspicious gaze on the Anti-Monitor.
First, she had to determine whether this Anti-Monitor was real, or whether Deathstroke had someone impersonating him.
Then she had to determine which universe's Anti-Monitor he was, or whether he was the true Multiversal-level entity.
Finally, she needed to deduce his plan and formulate a countermeasure in advance, lest something went wrong after the Anti-Monitor lost control.
"What a perfect match."
Harley chatted with Catwoman's corpse for a while. When she left the cold storage, she saw two expressionless people staring each other down and could not help but remark.
After saying that, she hurriedly rubbed her arms with both hands. Maybe the cold storage was too cold, or maybe her own joke had disgusted her.
Batwoman's cold storage really did have everything. Aside from Catwoman and Joker's corpses, there were over a hundred coffins containing dormant Talons. In one corner of the cold storage stood a Bat-Riot mech.
There was also all manner of food, such as canned goods and emergency rations, piled on shelves not far from the corpses.
"Finished chatting?"
Su Ming floated over and handed her a bottle of beer.
"Gulp gulp gulp! Yep, all done. If she didn't have a huge hole in her stomach, kitty would look just like she was asleep, hee hee." Harley drained half the bottle in one go and let out a satisfied sound. "But since Little Blue is here, I think Batwoman can let him look after the cat. His cryogenic technology is more reliable, after all."
"Thank you for recognizing my technical expertise, but my name is not Little Blue."
Mister Freeze