When Constantine, wearing Deathstroke's appearance, realized something was wrong, it was already too late. Something seemed to crash into his body with a boom, and then he found his consciousness growing hazy.
It felt like falling into a well, except the descent was endlessly long. The view before him was like the well's mouth receding farther and farther away, the visible world shrinking ever smaller.
"No, get out of here!"
That was all he had time to say before he lost control of his body, as if he had been locked inside the Dark Room.
And outside? Zatanna only saw her ex-boyfriend stagger and say something incomprehensible.
"What's wrong? Did you find something?" She was still playing Diana. She did not know how her friend and Deathstroke got along in private, but she knew Little Dai was straightforward. If she had a question, she would ask it openly.
Besides, Wonder Woman did not understand romance at all. Things like kissing, hugging, and lifting someone up while talking were not something she would do. She would probably only spar with Deathstroke, using swords, shields, and blades.
"Hehe, hahahaha, it's nothing. I'm fine." The man with his head lowered let out a suspicious laugh. He first hopped in place, then felt his chest and belly. Next, he extended a hand and slowly clenched it into a fist, seemingly sensing the strength brought by the flesh.
But his smile soon vanished, as though he was dissatisfied with the body's physical strength. He then ignored the woman beside him and instead stared endlessly at the nearby tombstone.
"Stare."
"Stare harder."
"Stare even harder."
He stared for a long time, but he could not make flowers bloom from the tombstone. The heavy gray stone monument remained exactly as it had been.
No Quantum Concepts, no