"Did it work?"
Diana sadly wiped the corpse dust from her body. Though the skin had been donated by a former Superhero, it made the victory feel completely devoid of honor.
She had never imagined that one day she would wear human skin like a costume and ambush an enemy from behind. She did not feel disgusted, only a complicated mix of helplessness and sorrow filling her heart.
For the sake of victory, everyone had become unlike their former selves.
The battlefield was in chaos. The Batman Who Laughs's fall had left the Dark Knights without a leader. Every one of them was Batwoman; without a leader, they fought separately and became a scattered rabble.
Wonder Woman held sword and shield at the ready. Howling winds swept across the battlefield, carrying the rotten stench of the rainforest. More Black Lantern Zombies charged in with the abilities they had possessed in life, separating the two of them from their enemies.
The two downturned-mouthed Batwomen looked at the limp corpse before them. Another kind of green liquid sprayed from their hands and feet, dissolving the pink solid into powder and freeing them from the awkward position of being connected hand-to-foot with The Batman Who Laughs's headless corpse like dancers.
He shook his wrist, ignoring the many fractures he had suffered while fighting The Batman Who Laughs. "His corpse has to be destroyed. Last time, Deathstroke cut off his head, and he still came back alive to cause us so much trouble."
Wonder Woman lowered her eyes to the still-smiling head and stepped on it.
With a crisp bang, the head burst open like a watermelon. Red and white matter splattered everywhere, leaving only a layer of skin and the cowl holding some scraps, like an emptied black leather bag.
She raised her