The stairwell was sticky with every step. Before these corpses had been dragged up from downstairs into the cats' Wonder House, they had clearly bled an enormous amount.
This could no longer be called an apartment building. To the ape who had just played Escape Room, it felt more like a Haunted House.
Unable to suppress his habitual commentary, after passing a large patch of human skin fragments stuck to the wall, he twisted his mouth and remarked:
"They actually hammered people so hard they stuck to the wall. That's way too anti-human. One-star review."
The moment he finished speaking, a vine dangling from the ceiling grabbed his ear. The trumpet flower at its forked tip spun rapidly. Poison Ivy had clearly heard his complaint and was standing up for Harley.
But it had only been horseplay, so there was no need to tear the ape's ear off. After playing with him for a while, the vines wove themselves into brooms and mops and began cleaning the stairs.
That was how the three of them arrived outside Harley's suite. She had not even closed the door, much less gone to sleep. The three women, dressed like farmwives, were cleaning up the battlefield in the room.
It seemed the attackers had ambushed everyone here. Much of the decor and furniture had been smashed to pieces. Cleaning up the bloodstains alone was a massive undertaking, and the job would not be finished even after daybreak.
Harley held a red rag as she crouched near the doorway, scrubbing the floor. The Power Hammer, crackling with electricity, leaned against the wall beside her.
Hearing them arrive, Harley turned and saw Deathstroke. Her little mouth drooped into Batwoman's signature angle, and she tossed aside the rag before rushing over with a whimper. Throwing herself into