Besides the footprints, Bobo searched around some more but found nothing else.
Still, the feeling was deeply unsettling, as if someone had deliberately come here and stepped right on Deathstroke's footprint.
"Heh, was it just a 'so-and-so was here' visit? I don't think it means much." Laughter came from behind Su Ming's mask. He measured the shoeprint with his hand, then stood up. "Maybe someone wanted to pay tribute to me. Look at the Chinese Theatre on Hollywood's Walk of Fame—how many celebrities' handprints get stepped on by tourists every day?"
"You still love making jokes, but experience has taught me that in a Superhero's life, crazed psychopathic fans are the scariest kind."
Donna inspected the magic circle itself. Some of its energy had weakened, but it was not a serious problem. It could still support the world perfectly well, so she continued the conversation, as though recalling some unpleasant experience.
She did not have any particularly notable arch-nemeses herself, but her sister's arch-nemeses were hers as well. When those bastards could not find Diana, they would often come looking for her instead. Only Cheetah remained wholeheartedly devoted to Wonder Woman.
"How many times do I have to say it? I'm not a Superhero."
Speechless, Su Ming shook his head and snapped his fingers to summon everyone closer. It was time to enter the Abyss.
"I think you are."
Donna stood by her opinion, though she still took her sword and shield and moved to the front. After all, her role in the team was that of a tank.
It was best to proceed on foot from here, since they needed to find a dimensional entrance. They could not count on Shazam for that; they had to send out the Cloak to search for energy fluctuations.
After leaving the circular