While talking to his teammates, Su Ming kept a tight grip on the Nightfall Greatsword. Only after waiting five minutes, once Bobo had finished examining the bodies in the basement, did the Mercenary put away his weapon.
"Looks like God is even more of a bastard than I guessed. He didn't care in the slightest that his own son had been killed." There was a hint of regret in Deathstroke's tone.
Bobo took off his disposable medical gloves, tossed them aside, then pulled out some liquor to wash and disinfect his hands, his face full of disgust.
"This place is too revolting. It has officially surpassed Mazikeen's kinky dungeon and taken first place in my mind as the filthiest, most unclean place. These women have been dead for at least three months, and even after death, they kept being violated by that idiot. You let him die too easily."
"Well, would you look at that? I didn't know this little ape had such a side to him. Are you filled with righteous indignation?" Before Bobo had even finished speaking, his feet left the ground as Harley grabbed him like a doll. "What? You want to be a Vigilante too? I can introduce you to Gotham."
"No, I don't want to go to the madhouse!" the little detective struggled.
With Harley interrupting, Su Ming no longer needed to soothe the ape's sudden emotions. He put away his weapon and looked toward the two angels nearby.
"What do you two think now?"
The skinny one was no longer smiling. Holding his friend's chubby hand, he said seriously, "Maybe we should go to Hell, because Heaven now is no longer the Heaven in our hearts. It harbors filth and corruption, full of decay. There isn't even a trace of kindness to be seen."