The group continued onward, and they never saw another living Parademon on the way.
They had all been flattened and pasted onto the walls, posed like Egyptian dancers. There were even quite a few such murals, and when Deathstroke drew near, he could see that they were still dripping blood.
Doctor Bedlam had only been shown once, yet he had learned it. To make up for the maze's lackluster decor, he had killed all the Parademons in the maze before Deathstroke could and plastered them up as wallpaper.
But this earned him no praise. Instead, the professional critic Mister Bobo mocked him, tossing out a single word:
"Plagiarism. Pah!"
Since the "Parademon meat-patty Ancient Egyptian-style wallpaper" had been invented by Deathstroke, Doctor Bedlam copying it was undoubtedly plagiarism and theft. The ape made it clear that he looked down on such behavior.
For the rest of the maze journey, it was Bobo's time to shine. Since he was the smallest and weakest, it was all the more infuriating when he was the one launching the mockery and disdain.
For example, as they walked along—
"This is supposed to be a maze game, yet there are no treasure chests. There's no sense of reward or satisfaction, no mental stimulation. Bad review."
The corners of Little Lucky Ape's mouth drooped as he imitated Batwoman's way of speaking.
The moment he finished, Doctor Bedlam arranged a treasure chest around the next corner. There was even some money inside, enough to buy things from the vending machines that were everywhere.
But the ape immediately changed his tune, his mouth twisting to one side. "The times have changed. Who still uses wooden treasure chests these days? At least give us a safe. A maze that can't keep up with the times gets an even worse