Before the plan had even officially begun, the thing in the sky had already heard what Deadpool said and reacted immediately.
First, thunder began to appear frequently on the horizon. Lightning even came crashing down toward them, as if it intended to burn Deadpool into charcoal.
But unfortunately, it was useless. This was open wilderness, and the tallest structure was the largest circus tent in the amusement park. The red-and-white roof had a Lightning Rod, so the electric bolts curved through the air and were diverted into the ground.
"Oho, pretty impatient, aren't you?" Deadpool laughed as he drew Katana from his back and performed a few flourishes. Then he cursed at the sky, "You scared the hell out of me! Come down here if you've got the guts! If I don't beat you so hard your shit sprays out of your mouths, then I'll say you wiped clean!"
That was only the beginning. Next, Wade simply pulled out an electric megaphone and began repeatedly spewing fragrant little phrases.
They were all words that couldn't be broadcast on television, each sentence more fragrant than the last. Just hearing them felt like ear pollution, and they were especially hard for Superheroes to accept.
Only Batwoman was unaffected. She folded her arms, watched the lightning in the sky, and narrowed her eyes.
The Gods of Oblivion could understand English, so Deadpool's insults had meaning. Besides, even in Gotham, those words counted among the filthiest of filthy language. She did not think a god like Amo could endure them.
Back at the Hall of Justice, Batwoman had not spoken directly with the god called Amo. Otherwise, they would not have suffered that loss.
But according to the intelligence gathered afterward, he was an extremely proud god. Though no one knew why he was