"Such a disappointment. I'm so disappointed."
By the time the two landed, Bobo was already holding his magnifying glass and inspecting the headless corpses smashed into meat patties by the rain. He muttered as he investigated, "What Apokolips Alliance? The name sounds impressive, but their combat power is worse than Bizarro's. That fight wasn't exciting at all."
Deathstroke had dodged fifteen times and blocked roughly seven or eight attacks with his weapons. Dancing through them, he had chopped off every enemy's head and fed them to his pet.
Bobo was rather dissatisfied. He had thought he would get to see some earth-shattering spectacle, quantum shattering, or something equally grand.
"The fake can't become real, and the real can't become fake. You live on Earth-0; the Superheroes there are beyond comparison with Otherworld Variants from any other world, much less these monsters of unknown origin."
Su Ming put away his weapons and processed the vast amount of information Strangle had acquired. He analyzed and compared it all, examining what they had experienced from different angles. "That said, these people really had been doing what Superheroes were supposed to do. They had earnestly upheld the Goddess Law. I originally thought they would be like those Superheroes in The Boys world, pretending to be one thing while being another."
Bobo paused, shook his head, straightened up in the rain, and adjusted the plastic bag shielding his head. "No matter what, the ones you killed were monsters or aliens. There's nothing wrong with that, so there's no chance you killed the wrong people."
Even if they really had killed kind-hearted, good aliens by mistake, then they had made a mistake. The only thing to blame was the victims' bad luck.
"They're already dead, so there's no point talking about that." Diana tugged at the