Things happened so quickly that only the speedsters saw how it unfolded.
When Amo charged at them with a sword stuck in his head, leading the Red-haired Monkeys in a furious rush, Barry put Batwoman's plan into action.
Then the man who called himself a god vomited on the spot. He shot everyone a vicious glare before vanishing from sight in an instant, apparently unable to withstand such intense stimulation.
As for those strange little red-haired monkeys, they charged in like mad, but Diana and Batwoman quickly killed them all. Batman did not kill people, but he was not an animal rights activist either. Aliens and beasts were fair game.
"Work's done. Sigh, it's lonely at the top." Deadpool snatched his mask back from Barry and put it on again, then began doing a victorious tap dance on the spot. "I'm just too strong. Just thinking about it makes me feel terrifyingly powerful. Hisss~~~"
Though he said it was terrifying, he grinned and winked at everyone, clearly hoping someone would praise him.
In a situation like this, only an honest person like Barry would oblige him. Although the young Flash's eyes could barely stay open from Deadpool's powerful body odor, he still gave him a thumbs-up and smiled approvingly.
The Flash had no idea why Deadpool could run so fast, but vigorous exercise had clearly made his body odor even more pungent.
Off to the side, Batwoman quietly kept her distance from Deadpool and reached out to pat Jay on the back.
"Old friend, can you still run?"
"Heh, of course I can. I'm the Flash, after all."
Covered in sweat, Jay wiped his forehead, straightened up with some difficulty, and cracked a Batwoman-style joke. He had always had a good sense of humor.
Unfortunately, this Gotham native had no