"It didn't look like he was killed by zombies, and it wasn't suicide either."
Arthur moved slower than anyone else present, but he was always the first to offer an opinion. Seeing the wounds on the corpse's chest, he imitated Batwoman and gave his own deduction.
It was simple. If a trident had killed him, there would be three holes in his chest. If Quindent had been the murder weapon, there should have been five.
After ruling out the Emei piercing needles, ninja grappling hooks, and double-barreled shotguns, the great detective Aquaman determined that this bald boy had not died at the hands of the Kung Fu Zombies.
J'onn had some thoughts, but under the bright lights of the cylindrical hall, he said nothing. He merely looked at Batwoman with his red eyes. After all, the strongest detective in the DC Universe was here. No one else needed to say anything.
The woman in the pitch-black uniform did not refuse. She drifted to the corpse like a dark cloud, first reaching out to measure the spacing between the wounds, then lifting Deadman's eyelids to inspect his pupils. Finally, she noticed the death message on the armrest of the sofa.
Saru's bloodstained hand had been covering that line of bloody writing. Once it was moved aside, a familiar name was revealed—
Darkseid.
No matter how one looked at it, it seemed that the last Great Caste had died at the hands of the Cosmic Tyrant. Yet Batwoman immediately turned and pulled Jason up from where he knelt on the floor, telling everyone:
"This is a frame-up."
After she said that, everyone stared at her expectantly. Yet she kept Jason by the collar and met everyone's eyes expressionlessly.
Though she wore a bat mask, its white lenses hiding her eyes, the Justice