Before the secretary could react, Luthor's thick armored arm reached out from behind her head.
He tore off the security chain, grabbed the man outside by the neck, and flung him backward into the living room in one smooth motion.
The gaudily colored figure flew through the air and crashed into the wall, sending dust cascading from the ceiling. Like a madman, Luthor pounced on him and hammered the white face with massive metal fists, producing a sound like a pile driver at a construction site.
Thud, thud, thud.
That was the sound of the green-haired head colliding with the floor. Blood quickly spread into a large pool.
"Ha ha ha ha! Hee hee hee hee! Again, again!"
The person being beaten was laughing. It was as though he felt no pain at all; instead, the beating seemed to make him feel good, drawing strange laughter from him.
"Sigh, my Mr. J said before coming that Luthor must still be angry with him. Sure enough." The woman dragging two corpses by their arms outside shrugged and smiled at the secretary. "By the way, may I come in? I need to borrow your bathroom to dispose of the bodies. Of course, it would be even better if you could prepare me a chocolate milkshake to drink while I dismember them. Hee hee."
The woman wore a skintight outfit split between red and black, making her look like a Harlequin from a deck of cards. Her face was equally pale, with distinctive makeup around her eyes: a diamond painted around one and a club around the other.
Though she phrased it as a question, she had already dragged the bodies through the open door. She even thoughtfully closed it behind her and lightly patted the lock.
"That's... Joker?" Mercy did not know