The purple Cloak fluttered in the wind. Rain streamed down the golden mask, whose funhouse-mirror-like curved surface reflected a blood-red image.
She straightened up, wiped her dagger on her glove, and looked up at the cloud-covered sky.
Gotham seemed to be like this forever.
"Tear it apart."
Bonebreaker carried out Sharice's order without hesitation. She stood 1.9 meters tall and weighed ninety-nine kilograms. She was not fat at all, but for a woman, the massive muscles covering her body made her look especially ferocious.
She strode toward the bloody pile of "stuff" on the ground. It had always been this way. The criminals Miss Sharice had grown tired of playing with were generally left for her big hands to dispose of as garbage.
Before this, the Shame Squad had indeed planned to hunt criminals in Gotham tonight, just as Batwoman had predicted.
But plans could not keep up with changes. They had encountered It-Things as well.
It would have been one thing if they had not seen them, but after running head-on into such monsters on a dark street, they could not simply stand by.
They did not deal with It-Things as easily as Su Ming did, but they still had an easier time than the Teen Titans.
Fallen Knight could be considered a bootleg Batwoman, only weakened in every regard. Sharice did not even need to think about how she should develop herself. She just had to watch the secretly recorded footage of Batwoman fighting and build every toy Batwoman had.
Batmobile? She had the Knightmobile. Batplane? She had the Knightplane. Batarangs with all kinds of functions? She had throwing knives with all kinds of effects.
If she had to say where she was weaker, it was that she was much younger than Batwoman and lacked sufficient experience. She