On Earth-12 at a certain Time Point, nineteen days had passed since the outbreak of the Black Lantern Crisis.
Vast areas of Earth had fallen under the rule of Black Lantern Zombies. The living could only survive cautiously underground or in remote places, lest the zombified Superheroes find them.
Yet at that moment, a battle was taking place inside the Titans Tower out at sea. A Mercenary was protecting his employer as they struggled to find someone.
"Fuck you! There are so many places in this world to go, so many people to eat, yet you just had to block my fucking path! Pah!"
The iron-gray-skinned Mercenary swung the Iron Chain in his hand, knocking the zombified Nightwing to the ground. He stomped his head flat, then spat a wad of phlegm into the corpse's foul, rotting brains.
The crisis had broken out in summer. There was no need to elaborate on what someone dead for over ten days smelled like. In any case, it certainly would not put a living person in a good mood.
"Nightwing!"
The zombie's companions cried out in alarm. They still retained the memories from when they were alive, but aside from that, all they had left was hatred for the living.
Black Lantern Zombies possessed an extremely powerful Healing Factor, but with his brain crushed, it was hard to say whether he could continue to exist.
The Mercenary burst into laughter and kicked Nightwing's mangled remains aside. Watching the Teen Titans suffer put him in a fantastic mood.
"You 'Teen Shitans' have always made me sick. Now you've turned into stinking, nausea-inducing freaks too. What a perfect match. But even so, little weak bird, you'll still have to pay me more!"
He was speaking to Dawn, the Dove. The girl was desperately dodging attacks