Another new day dawned over Gotham beneath thick clouds. When the Pale Knight and Dr. Quinzel arrived at Arkham Island again, Deathstroke was waiting for them outside the Waverider's hatch.
Arkham had been razed before the freezing incident, and Batwoman's destruction of the giant cannon yesterday had left an even bigger mess behind. Countless construction crews were clearing the ruins now, but fortunately, the ship could float on the river.
Even without any sun, the man had somehow set up a lounge chair. Holding a bottle of orange soda, he looked like he was enjoying a vacation.
"Morning, Jack." He lowered his sunglasses to the tip of his nose and greeted him with a smile.
"Morning to you too, Slade." Jack's smile was a little strained. Not long ago, he had learned that Batwoman would not be accompanying them to Earth-0 in another multiverse. The voice in his head had raised absolute hell, forcing him to increase his dosage.
Deathstroke sat up and looked behind the Pale Knight. A brief look of confusion crossed his face as he asked, "Where's Batwoman? Did she still decide not to come with us?"
"She's staying in Gotham. You know how it is." Jack rubbed his hair, feeling his scalp itch. "The Court of Owls is still hiding in the shadows without a single clue, and another bizarre murder took place in the city last night. She said Gotham can't do without her."
"Oh? A murder?" Deathstroke showed some interest and took a huge gulp of soda. "What kind of case could hold Batwoman back? Want me to help? The gorilla and I are both pretty good detectives, actually."
Dr. Quinzel shook her head and looked the ship over from top to bottom. "Batwoman doesn't like others interfering with her investigations. You're outsiders, after