"I can find you human souls, but not dogs."
Death tilted her head and gave her answer. Smiling, she rested her head on Deathstroke's shoulder and led him onward, explaining as she went, "God is very fond of dogs. When dogs die, they all go to Heaven. Some say their loyalty makes them material for reincarnated Angels. You should ask Lucifer about the specifics. But from a human perspective, I think the process is very cruel."
"Hmm, that works. At worst, I can ask Big Cat for help later. Thanks, Death."
Su Ming suddenly recalled how, in a certain Parallel World, that God always dressed as a Dalmatian.
But if he could not find the dog's soul, so be it. The human witnesses were the ones he could communicate with anyway. Maybe there was no need to interview the dead dog.
Someone had captured a dog and injected it with Nanomachines-infused Clayface Plasma, allowing the dog's remaining body to transform into Krypto.
The original dog had been the victim.
The old woman who had gone to the Gotham police station to report the crime had been the same. They might both have witnessed the murderer's true appearance.
Yes, after being killed again, they had both turned back into puddles of mud, as if someone had destroyed the evidence.
But their souls were intact. He could still get information from them.
As long as he knew what the true culprit looked like, with Adjutant's help, Su Ming could scrape the suspect right off Earth in minutes.
He even had a backup plan: find somewhere to rest and keep a close eye on Batwoman and Superman.
The enemy's first wave of attacks had consisted of three conspiracies, and only half of one had succeeded: they had driven Diana away.
They had not