The call connected at once, and the strange pointy-eared figure appeared in the projection, wearing that classic suspicious expression.
"Deathstroke. And another Deathstroke."
Even seeing two Deathstrokes standing together, Batwoman remained calm, merely waiting for Su Ming to speak first.
"I'll keep it short. I found some people who seem to be Brutus's kin, but I can't reach Superman and the others right now. Can you figure something out?" Su Ming explained the situation as he led everyone toward the shelter.
"Evidence." Batwoman was still attending Gotham's barbecue festival, with flames soaring behind her. She was using an electrified Batarang to cook a Liquid Robot, clearly not in a position to talk much.
Su Ming understood Batwoman's deeply buried joy very well. Gotham was probably a little chaotic right now, but that was how the city was supposed to be.
The Gotham she had built with her own hands had returned. Its simple folkways awakened beautiful memories—the joy of beating people until their bones and tendons broke beneath the night sky, again and again.
Warmed by those memories, she seemed to have completely moved on from her fiancée's betrayal, immersing herself in a new round of the game.
"Does this count?" Su Ming had Strangle fish a Deadman's head up from the roadside. It had curved horns and red paint on its face. "What do you think? Doesn't it look a lot like the style of dress you described for Brutus?"
To keep Batwoman from thinking a single case was too flimsy, Su Ming had Strangle scoop up another woman's head of the same type. Holding one in each hand, he showed them both to Batwoman.
At the same time, he used the heads for a puppet show, first shaking the man's head around wildly. "Ah, horns grew on my