It was Joker who killed them. Zorn had only served as bait throughout the entire plan.
He had not violated the principles he shared with Bruce. Everything had unfolded just as Joker said it would—naturally.
Standing beneath the lights did not feel great, but when the bombs detonated in sequence and sent the entire force down another level, the flames illuminated Batwoman's face. The blast wave whipped up her cloak, yet she could still watch without expression every detail of the mad Norse Warriors being hurled through the air.
Batwoman was currently in the underground parking garage of a New York building. Below it lay New York's sewers, where Joker had long prepared a gift for the pursuers.
A massive amount of sewage laced with laughing gas.
The explosions were not the trump card. The laughing gas was. Joker had merely persuaded some people to build a dam of garbage in the sewers like beavers, then waited for the pursuers to walk into the trap.
If Batwoman killed people, she would have used methods like this long ago. But she did not kill.
The floor of the underground parking garage exploded, and the pursuers fell alongside heaps of construction debris into the green abyss. They collectively plunged into the bubbling green water. In the blink of an eye, their blue skin turned deathly pale, and rigid, uncontrollable smiles spread across every face.
"Look, Batwoman, did you see that?" Joker raised a hand to fan away the smoke and dust, covered his nose and mouth with a little handkerchief, and walked over to the gaping hole in the shattered floor. He looked down at the fish below. "Ah, what a beautiful sight. This is the beauty of the world, what we wish to protect—the smiles on people's faces! Hahahaha!"
These blue-skinned