The second after it left, the prison gates opened again. Batwoman hurried into the prison from the pitch-black corridor, dragging her black Cloak behind her like a dark cloud drifting in the night.
She immediately looked at Joker in the cell, then began inspecting the pile of ash in the hall. Afterward, she straightened up without a word.
"Bruce, you called for me?"
A red-and-blue figure appeared behind her. Superman had arrived in a hurry.
He had been dealing with some leftover problems caused by The Batman Who Laughs on the other side of the world, but he had rushed back the moment he heard Batwoman's call.
"Something bad happened. We lost sixty Defense Robots. Joker is dead, and Red Tornado was destroyed as well." Batwoman kept it brief and stated the situation directly. She did not offer her own analysis, instead wanting to hear Superman's thoughts.
What thoughts could Superman possibly have? With Batwoman around, everyone else usually gave up thinking as a matter of course.
He fell silent for several seconds and sniffed hard, but he could not smell anything. Nor was he particularly sad.
Red Tornado was a robot. His body could be rebuilt, and as long as the program backup at the base remained, this was not the end.
As for the death of one of the Jokers... Clark did not know what expression to make. He could not understand the strange relationship between Batwoman and Joker, so naturally, he did not know whether he should breathe a sigh of relief or offer his teammate condolences.
So he stiffly changed the subject.
"Uh, do you know who did it? Deathstroke?"
Superman was just guessing wildly. Batwoman had been silently staring at him, demanding an answer.
There was no helping it. Bruce had said he was going