"We're here. This is the place."
After hiding out in the wilderness until nightfall, Batwoman and her group finally returned to Gotham, which was still a fishing town at this point.
She had to avoid any possibility of exposing herself. In this era, using violent infiltration tactics or injuring anyone could cause uncontrollable deviations in Earth-16's future.
The best approach was to do things quietly, then leave just as quietly.
"Ugh, after spending so long in the woods, the mosquitoes practically drained me dry. You know, for someone whose skin is rotting away, mosquitoes are a real pain. Once they bite you, do you scratch or not? If you don't, you itch deep down inside. But if you do scratch, then—'ka-cha'—a huge chunk of skin comes right off."
Deadpool followed behind Batwoman. His stealthy movements resembled someone sneaking into a village to steal dogs, yet he was still muttering quietly about the past two hours.
To him, the 19th Century was no different from primitive society, especially since Batwoman had gone out on a mission without even bringing mahjong or playing cards in her Bat-Belt.
She was nowhere near as good as his Cousin. She was the very definition of all work and no play. Batman might not have become stupid, but he had definitely gone insane.
Diana, bringing up the rear, did not understand what that "ka-cha" sound from her cousin-in-law was supposed to mean. She merely asked, "But if you tear off the skin the mosquito bit, wouldn't it stop itching?"
Theoretically, that was correct. The mosquito bite was on a particular patch of skin. Once that skin left the body and its nerves completely died or were severed, it naturally could no longer transmit the sensation of itching.
"No, sister-in-law, have you ever heard of something called