"Eek!"
Strangle spat to one side, tossing the empty skull clutched in its little tentacles away. This Alien's frozen brain had been truly awful.
Still, they had gathered intelligence, so the suffering had not been for nothing.
"How was it, Slade?"
Bobo craned his neck to look at Deathstroke's face, eager for the answer. His pipe was clenched tightly in his paw.
Deathstroke rolled his neck and raised his head again.
"There's good news and bad news. Which do you want to hear first?"
"Can we just hear the good news, dear?"
Harley stood off to the side, leaning on her warhammer. Things had been going pretty well lately, so she saw no need to go looking for something upsetting.
Besides, whether they heard it or not, they would run into it eventually, right? Better to stay happy for as long as possible.
"Of course, sugarplum." Su Ming crushed a skull lying atop one of the other crates. "The good news is that this is a Parademon from Multiverse 2. Aside from its hunger for fear, I also saw some things that happened in the past through its mind."
The black-furred detective shook his head. He did not even need to hear the bad news to deduce it. "All right, it seems the Prophet we're looking for is actually another Darkseid from within this Multiverse."
Su Ming patted the ape's head and straightened his deerstalker cap for him.
"Correct. You got it right again. The one we'll be facing next is another Darkseid. More precisely, a Darkseid who lost his home and family, retreated underground beneath Earth's Antarctica, and started building himself back up in secret. This Multiverse has no Kryptonians, no Lantern Corps, no Batman—only Darkseid and the Hand of the Void."
"That makes sense. The Cosmic Tyrant we