"The Spectre, I'm here to make a deal!"
Su Ming paused halfway through cutting people down. After kicking Scylla to the ground, he turned toward the figure in the green Cloak and called out his name.
"The Spectre lives freely among human society. Vengeance belongs to you!" The Spectre did not even glance at Deathstroke. Green light blazed from his eyes, with no pupils visible, yet Su Ming felt his gaze was unfocused. He recited his lines as if sleepwalking: "Rage, vengeance, judgment!"
Deathstroke turned the weapon in his hand into a loudspeaker and shouted again, "Spectre! Where is Corrigan?!"
Arthur, standing on the flying carpet, shook off the blood splattered on him and turned to Bobo. "Who is Corrigan?"
The gorilla, who wanted to prove he was more human than humans yet was treated as a joke, sighed. He packed fresh tobacco into his pipe and answered.
"The Spectre originally could not move freely in the human world. He had to inhabit a human host, and Detective Jim Corrigan was his first host. His soul was bound to the Spectre." The gorilla's black-furred paw skillfully pinched up a little tobacco and gently rolled it into a small ball. "There's nothing enviable about being Detective Corrigan's host. Wrath of God... it's pretty insane."
"Right, Corrigan used to be a detective with the Gotham Police Department. I called him Little Jim because he had the same name as Commissioner Gordon. Heehee."
Harley chimed in. She swayed as she reminisced, while her little hands kept kneading Raven's shoulders, giving the girl a massage. After all, Raven had been casting spells the whole way.
"He'd already died once. While investigating a drug case, he pissed off a bunch of clueless hotheads. They'd just arrived in Gotham and didn't understand the rules of the