"Alright, everyone, wake up." Su Ming got to his feet on the stairs, shook his head, and clapped his hands to get everyone alert. "Let's go back to the shop first. These stairs are too narrow to do much here."
This time, he did not need to carry anyone himself. Diana reached out and dragged Luthor's body along. Every time they went up a step, his bald head knocked against it, sounding in the darkness like the heavy footsteps of some creature.
Lex's brain was not currently inside his head, or he might have been cursing in his sleep.
Still, Su Ming knew Diana had not exactly been eager to save Luthor. She was only doing it out of Justice League responsibility. She hated that bald man enough that roughing him up a little counted as venting her frustration.
Many people had not forgotten what Luthor had done. Too many people had died because of him, directly or indirectly. There was no evidence proving that he had personally killed them, but Diana did not need evidence to act.
Among superheroes, the one most concerned with evidence was that lunatic Batwoman. The others generally preferred to go with their instincts.
After being dragged up the stairs, Luthor's body was brought back into the shop. Diana threw him onto a relatively clean patch of floor, then let go and walked away, signaling for her boyfriend to handle the rest.
To everyone else, the so-called treatment process looked utterly ordinary. Su Ming merely extended a hand and placed it on Luthor's bald head. Then, the darkness around them seemed to churn like black sesame paste, gathering toward his palm.
Next, the seemingly tangible Black Matter twisted and burrowed into Luthor's seven orifices like tentacles. Almost exactly three seconds later, the bald man's eyes