When they took the small elevator down to the basement, they found that everyone who was supposed to be there was already waiting.
The Batcave was still pitch-black, cold, and damp. Now and then, pairs of tiny green eyes could be seen in the darkness, hanging from the ceiling of the cavern like stars.
But there was also an extra stranger, currently being treated by Dr. Quinzel as she reclined on a medical chair nearby.
She was a strong, dark-skinned woman clad in golden ancient armor. There was a bloody hole in the front of her breastplate, as though someone had really had a heart-to-heart talk with her.
Yet she was still alive. She apparently had a Healing Factor and was talking to Batwoman without caring in the slightest that two lower hemispheres were exposed through the hole.
As if he had eyes in the back of his head, Batwoman turned around in his chair the instant the elevator doors opened. He still wore that expressionless poker face.
"Deathstroke."
He merely nodded to everyone else, skipping even the courtesy of a greeting.
"Batwoman, you've been looking much better lately." Su Ming smiled as he stepped out of the elevator and headed toward the injured woman. He shook hands with the Pale Knight and the doctor. "This is why you called us here?"
"Originally, I only called for Diana." Batwoman rose to his feet, drifting over like a lump of black cloud. "This lady has said some things. I believe they are connected to the matter Justice League Dark is investigating."
With that, he tilted his head toward the woman sitting on the operating table, signaling for her to speak for herself.
The woman was somewhat agitated. She struggled down from the operating table, swept her gaze over the group, and