"Then do you know him?"
Hawkgirl also looked at the dead man's face, rubbing her nose with an uncomfortable expression. Victor's lifeless single eye happened to be staring wide open in her direction.
Ever thoughtful, Su Ming was gentle enough to nudge Deadman's Head with his toe, turning it toward the scorched ground, then crushing it flat as if stomping on an aluminum can.
Crack!
Though the Symbiotes were absent, Deathstroke was a user of Cosmic Energy and an all-spectrum Lantern who exercised regularly. Outputting tens of millions of tons of force was effortless for him. He might not have been able to push the Earth like Superman, but crushing a metal can was more than enough.
Only after Kendra's shock replaced her grief did he continue examining the wreckage and say, "It's precisely because I don't know him that I said that. If there were a Cyborg with a neck over a meter long in our Multiverse or the Dark Multiverse, do you think I wouldn't remember?"
"That's true." Barry thought it over and found it quite reasonable. After catching his breath, he relaxed. "Maybe it's just an ordinary robot with the face of an elderly Cyborg made from silicone. Those molded silicone products are commonly used in laboratories too, to reconstruct the faces of the deceased. I—"
As he spoke, he crouched down again, turned over the head that had been stomped into a metal pancake, and reached out to pull at the dead man's face.
Riiip!
"...Bleurgh!"
He had really torn off the man's face. His real face.
That rough action showed that Barry had overestimated how sturdy human facial skin remained after being bombed, and blood splattered all over his own face.
The Flash froze for a moment with the face in his hand, then turned