Outside the door came the soft trickle of water—the sewage flowing through the sewers, adding a touch of life to the quiet underground Safehouse.
Japanese people especially loved the sound of flowing water in their own courtyards; it seemed to create more atmosphere. So perhaps Hit-Girl, who used a Katana, had grasped that aesthetic as well and arranged the Safehouse here.
Her gaze kept shifting among the three test tubes, one finger between her teeth as though she could not decide which one was better. She had seen the effects of Deathstroke's and Captain America's Serums in comics, but that last one...
She had watched the movies and played the games in the Biohazard Crisis genre. She knew something about all the worlds Batwoman had mentioned.
Although she did not know how Batwoman and his friends had ended up there, she did not find it strange at all. As DC Comics' golden child, it was perfectly normal for this man's solo series to crossover with any other work.
Batwoman in Raccoon City? She had never seen it, but if she came across the corresponding comic someday, she would not be surprised in the slightest. She would only happily open it and savor it.
That was right—Batwoman's comics needed to be savored. Sometimes, if you did not think carefully about the things he did, you would not understand them at the time.
So this third virus had piqued the girl's curiosity. She had already guessed that Batwoman could not possibly have taken it out for no reason, and that the so-called risks should have been within his expectations.
But what did those words of his mean?
After thinking for a moment, she raised her head, looked at the expressionless man, and asked tentatively:
"Can I... have them all?"
Dark Man remained