The not-so-spacious underground room was filled with the scent of cream hot pot, while the fine bubbling from lime reacting with water continued without pause. It was then that an unfamiliar voice suddenly appeared in the room.
"Talking about people behind their backs isn't very nice."
As the words fell, a pitch-black figure stepped out from the darkness in the corner. The two pointed ears atop her head already revealed her identity.
"This room only has one door, and it's about the size of my bedroom. How did you get in?"
Barry, still holding a little plastic fork, was practically speechless. It seemed that Batwoman from any world could appear and disappear without warning.
"Dummy, it works on the same principle as what I said before." Harley turned the ice cream in her hand and naturally blurted out the answer first. "Because she's Batwoman."
Compared to the one from Earth-0, this Batwoman was slightly more hunched, and there was an unmistakable air of age about her. Fortunately, she still appeared agile enough.
She ignored everyone present and instead looked first at Dove, who was eating, before asking, "You seem to be doing fairly well."
A standard Bat-question: asking someone something in the tone of a statement.
"Well... I can't really say whether I'm doing well or not right now, but at least I'm still alive."
That was Dawn's answer. The Dark Knight's gaze made it difficult for her to swallow.
The bat in the darkness nodded, then walked over to the group. Her gaze swept over Lobo, who was reading magazines in the corner, before she extended a hand to Diana. "Diana from the Parallel World, it seems your travel plans picked a poor time."
Breaking free of Harley's octopus-tentacle-like entanglement, Little Dai hid her ice cream behind her back