The secret meeting room Big Daddy had chosen before was converted from an abandoned steel factory not far from here, so there was no need to return to the Safehouse for the motorcycles. They could simply walk back.
As they passed the truck previously used for the rescue, Hit-Girl stopped to warn the villains. She said she was letting them go today, but if they committed evil again, she would make them wish they were dead.
Yet the thugs who had been so vicious before now all looked utterly bewildered. They seemed to have no idea why they were here, why they had provoked Hit-Girl, or why they had been hugging a group of police officers.
Clearly, their earlier frenzied attack had been controlled by those gods, turning them into "nourishment" for raising the World Protagonist.
Now that they had come to their senses—or at least recovered part of their memories—they were naturally confused and much better behaved.
"Bleurgh."
Detective Chimp had emptied his stomach and was now back to dry heaving. But just in case, Batwoman still had to carry him along by the hand, lest he vomit on someone's shoulder.
Even so, Bobo struggled to give the girl a thumbs-up, praising and approving of her decision.
Using fear and pain to establish deterrence meant she had grasped the basics of Batwoman's no-killing philosophy. The rest would depend on spending more time putting it into practice. That was up to her.
Of course, if this had not been Deathstroke's plan but an attempt to train her specifically, Bobo figured Slade would probably have preferred to see a little girl skilled at killing rather than the spread of some no-killing philosophy.
Bobo also understood that sometimes the no-killing philosophy did not work. Erasing an enemy's physical existence was one of