Beneath the dark red sky, the air reeked of blood. Diana, Barry, and the others were utterly confused, because Deadpool and Batwoman sounded like they were speaking in code.
But they were seasoned Superheroes, after all, and they could more or less guess. If Batwoman was unwilling to act personally and instead had a Mercenary do it, then someone was probably going to die.
They still did not know what the exact dark plan was, and they felt that killing might not be ideal, but after seeing those ape-men that looked like baboons and gorillas alike, they had no objections.
Ape-men did not really count as people. At most, they were animals with a little intelligence, perhaps about as clever as horses or cattle?
Some horses were especially smart. A whistle was all it took to summon a ride, while these ape-men could not even manage that.
Even after Chaos had brainwashed them and granted them some form of evolution, the Chaos Ape-men seemed to have evolved in physique and strength, while their brains had somehow become even worse.
Diana pursed her lips, then went back to licking her ice cream with her little tongue. She had never been an animal rights advocate. On the contrary, Amazon Female Warriors were the most hunting-loving group on Earth, bar none.
Barry cared even less. Perhaps he might once have been softhearted, but after joining Deathstroke on so many operations, he had gained a profound understanding of the dialectical complexity of life and death.
Simply put, some people sounded like they had been killed and smelled like they had been killed, but as long as he did not see it himself, they could be considered to exist in a superposition of life and death.
Deathstroke had taught him that long ago. Though Barry