"Monster, I don't know what you're called, but I can see hatred in your eyes. That's interesting." After giving the higher-level questions a second of thought, Deathstroke turned his attention back to the pinned beast.
Hatred only appeared in animals with self-awareness. It meant the creature could think and had memories.
Unfortunately, its brain had already turned into rotten black water, slowly flowing out of its seven orifices. Strangle had no way to obtain that information by eating its brain.
But Deathstroke had a backup plan.
He took several dozen strange cigars from his belt pouch and stuffed them all into the monster's mouth, having Strangle hold them in place.
"Harley, use the little hammer I gave you to hit its chest."
Cigars had to be drawn on hard to burn quickly, so this needed a little extra help.
Mjolnir in one hand happened to be charged with electricity. All Harley had to do was give it CPR, pound on the monster's chest, and see if she could use it like a bellows.
Su Ming could not use magic himself, but he had Voodoo Mushrooms that could make living creatures obey him.
Harley grinned and rubbed her hands together. Spreading her legs, she twisted her hips and took a golf swing stance. After making a few practice motions beside the monster's chest, she delivered a heavy swing.
She hit so hard that both her feet left the ground.
With a drumlike thud, the monster's chest caved in deeply, like a dent in a balloon.
It let out a scream, but it could not break free of Strangle's restraints. As air rushed in to fill the space within its body, Deathstroke took the opportunity to light the cigars in its mouth.
"How was that? Was it a birdie?" Harley turned toward