From the very beginning, since he had joined halfway through and knew little about this world, the chimp had only a vague grasp of Deathstroke's plan. Out of habit, he had simply gone with the flow.
Put simply, he had given up thinking. Whatever Deathstroke said went, and all he had to do was tag along as a chimp.
But he was a detective, after all. Thinking was a biological instinct. Even if he wanted to keep his mind blank, it was difficult, because his brain kept running on its own.
After the enhancement injection, when he saw Deathstroke impersonating Batwoman yet encouraging the girl to kill, he had once thought it was the man's twisted sense of humor. He wanted to use Batman's face and identity to do something naughty.
No doubt about it—Deathstroke had really done things like that before. For example, he had impersonated Batwoman and taken Little Dai to Penguin's restaurant for a free meal. He had hung Riddler from a streetlamp and stripped off his pants. He had also impersonated Batwoman and acted as a Vigilante in Gotham.
His most excessive prank had probably been impersonating Damian's biological father, leaving that poor child treating Batwoman as his adoptive father instead.
This Dark Man might do things that looked absurd to outsiders for the sake of some twisted amusement, but now that Bobo saw him stop the girl from continuing her slaughter, he suddenly understood something.
Deathstroke had never encouraged killing.
For a Mercenary, killing was merely one of the means to achieve his goals. It was never the goal itself. He would not kill for the sake of killing.
If a mission could be completed without killing, Deathstroke did not enjoy taking lives for no benefit at all. It was simply too much trouble for