"Uh, wasn't that a little too much force?"
Detective Chimp pulled out a handkerchief and wiped off his little outfit. He was not actually that particular about cleanliness; it was mainly because he ran a bar now, which counted as part of the food and beverage industry. If he looked too slovenly, customers would not stand for it.
Since he had inherited the bar from his friend, Bobo was determined to keep it running—and run it even better than before. Otherwise, would he not be letting Master Night down?
Well, in theory, he should have inherited that codename too, but he refused to acknowledge it. He believed only his deceased friend had the right to be called Master Night.
"There are still several bugs in this medicine box. Try again." Batwoman reached out and tore open the box, revealing a dense mass of writhing maggots inside.
It turned out to be an empty medicine box. The medicine had run out at some point, and Hit-Girl had stuffed it with rotting flesh she had cut away during surgery.
That was how Battlefield First Aid worked. While treating a wound, cutting away some scorched flesh could actually help it heal faster and effectively prevent the infection from spreading.
It was just that Mindy had a somewhat filthy sense of humor. She had put some of the rotten flesh she cut off into the little box, perhaps intending to throw it away after the operation. But then the anesthetic hit her, and she fell asleep as soon as the surgery was over, only to forget about it the next day.
So the little medicine box became a breeding ground for maggots. After all, this Safehouse was in the sewers. A few flies occasionally getting in whenever the door opened and closed was perfectly