"Let me leave. I want to return to the battlefield."
In the central hall where Sepulk, the Fire Pits, and the Anti-Mother Box were located, red-and-black Omega Flames bathed everything in the same glow. Diana was negotiating with an active Doll.
The Adjutant now wore a Gothic-style long dress, her white hair cascading over her shoulders. Aside from her expressionless face, everything about her looked exquisitely refined.
She drifted among the many instruments and devices in the hall, occasionally communicating with Brainiac 21 as she worked on the task the "Sheriff" had assigned her: constructing a teleportation system to the CW Multiverse and the Black Label Multiverse as quickly as possible.
"Your examination results are normal for the moment, but the uncertainty of the Witch's Imprint could produce changes at any time. My personal calculations recommend that you remain in this safe rear area. Of course, this is merely a recommendation, not house arrest. You may leave at any time, Diana. Here, you possess the same authority as Gin, second only to my good friend himself."
The Doll's little mouth moved as she responded in a pleasant voice.
Wonder Woman rubbed the bump on the back of her head. Hearing the Adjutant put it that way, she did not know whether to be pleased or angry. Fury, relief, and countless other emotions flooded her mind, eventually becoming a sigh.
"Fine. Where is Deathstroke? Teleport me to his side."
"My apologies. Only the Sheriff and Earth-40K Deadpool have the authority to activate spacetime teleportation."
The Adjutant floated beneath an Anti-Mother Box, extending countless metallic tentacles from her palms to connect with the device. Data streamed rapidly through her eyes as she spoke in a sweet, businesslike tone.
Wonder Woman twisted her mouth. The thought of that black-and-red freak made acid rise