202 Chapter 183 : Sister Angel?

In the world of the DCEU!

Bruce grimaced at Joker's maniacal laughter, his expression twisted with disgust!

He couldn't shake off the thought: the gas stone and fear toxin were undoubtedly meant for Superman!

He could vividly imagine the horrifying scenario of Superman weakened and succumbing to the fear-inducing gas!

It would spell absolute disaster!

Joker's eyes gleamed with a sinister light as he, in his own twisted way, formulated a plan.

Perhaps, he mused, after capturing Lois, Clark would be lured into a trap, and then the gas stone would render Superman immune to fear gas!

"A stroke of genius, if I may say so myself!" the Clown Prince of Crime chuckled, his mind already wandering into darker territories.

What monstrous visions would plague Superman's mind once he's under the influence of the gas?

Would it be Darkseid, or Doomsday, or maybe even Batman?

The possibilities were tantalizing!

"I've decided to pay a visit to Arkham tonight to free the Scarecrow!" Joker declared, dismissing Harley Quinn from his thoughts with disdain.

Meanwhile, at Kamar-Taj!

Deadpool, patting his chest, remarked with a shiver, "Truly, DC is the epitome of darkness, wrapping up with a grim finale!"

"In this lifetime, I'd rather face Marvel's odds than meet my end here!" he quipped, echoing the sentiments of many viewers who found the pervasive darkness of the DC world overwhelming.

Just then, an ethereal voice echoed from afar,

"[Reward Distribution: Initiate alternate time streams - Clark basks under the yellow sun for 20 years!]"

"[Reward Distribution: Eligible for reincarnation tattoo!]"

These words sent shockwaves through the masses!

While the meaning of the latter remained unclear, its occurrence was familiar, happening with every such proclamation.

"What kind of reward is this former!?" Lex exclaimed, his voice tinged with frustration. "This is nothing short of punishment! How can anyone endure the sun's relentless rays?" 

In the DC main universe, Lucifer's envy was palpable. He understood the implications all too well. In his estimation, among all the rewards allocated to individuals, none matched up to Superman's.

"Darkseid, this is downright miserable," he muttered under his breath.

Lucifer entertained wicked thoughts, a sly grin creeping onto his face.

Meanwhile, in the DCEU world, a golden light flashed across Clark's body, disappearing in the blink of an eye, only to reappear moments later. He stood there, naked, his eyes bearing a newfound intensity. 

Every breath exuded a terrifying aura, causing the surrounding space to tremble. Yet, within moments, Clark regained composure, the abnormalities vanishing. He swiftly donned his attire and vanished from his abode.

Moments later, a sudden breeze swept through the enclosed bat cave. Bruce glanced up, startled, as Clark materialized before him, holding an incapacitated Barry Allen like a fragile bird.

"Hello, Batman!" Clark greeted with a smile. "I believe we have much to discuss."

In an underground base in Ohio, a man clad in yellow and red armor, with a helmet split between black and red, followed a soldier into an elevator. After a brief descent, he was ushered into an office.

Before him sat a diminutive black woman engrossed in paperwork. "Do you mind waiting? I'll be finished in a few minutes," she remarked without looking up.

The man in armor settled into a chair nonchalantly. A metallic voice resonated from within his helmet, "Of course not. $1,000 a minute suits me just fine. Let's make it official."

"Slade Joseph Wilson, the world's premier mercenary, renowned tactician, charging fees higher than presidential speeches," the woman remarked, swiftly signing her name before fixing her piercing gaze upon him, eyes sharp as an eagle's.

Hope you can live up to the price you've mentioned," Deathstroke remarked, leaning his hands on the table nonchalantly.

"Tell me, Amanda, what's the mission this time?" he continued.

With a sneer, he added, "And just a friendly reminder, I don't handle alien matters."

Amanda's expression remained cold and constipated, as usual. "I didn't expect you to deal with Superman or Darkseid either," she retorted sharply. "I called you here because I need your assistance alone."

"Who?" Deathstroke suddenly became intrigued.

"Lex Luthor," Amanda replied firmly. "He's seriously jeopardizing world safety."

Deathstroke nodded knowingly. "Ah, not much of a surprise. But to be honest, he's elusive. It might take me some time to track him down."

Amanda tossed a document across the table to Deathstroke. "Don't worry about the logistics. To ensure the mission's success, I'll assign you some assistance this time."

Deathstroke glanced at the document, noting a prominent heading at the top:

Suicide Squad!

Prospective members:

1. Chato Santana (El Diablo)!

2. Harley Quinn (Harley Quinn)!

3. June Moone (Enchantress)!

4...

In a secluded corner of the city, a portal suddenly materialized, and a man in a disheveled yellow trench coat emerged, cigarette dangling from his lips.

He swiftly made his way toward the Daily Planet building, only to find it surrounded by water, thronged with people eager for news about Superman or gossip about Clark Kent.

Especially with glasses!

How is it that people in the public eye are fooled day and night by a mere pair of spectacles!

Ah, taste,

The man flicked away his cigarette, a helpless sigh escaping his lips before he departed from the scene.

Shortly after, the man arrived at a rather inconspicuous, diminutive church.

Pushing open the door, he found only a few candles casting feeble light upon the depiction of Jesus on the cross.

The man's gaze fell upon the woman nestled in the corner, her eyes shut, a cigarette dangling from her fingers. He grinned exaggeratedly as he remarked:

"Ha! Who would have thought our esteemed archangel would dwell in such a humble abode? Quite the revelation!"

The woman furrowed her brow, still keeping her eyes shut, and retorted with disdain:

"Constantine, I can detect your odor from ten kilometers away!"

"Leave before I lose my patience!"

"Don't test me, Gabriel. The angel you've vexed isn't me."

But Constantine merely shrugged, neither departing nor ceasing his brazen words:

"Sister Angel, could you do me a favor? I have a longing to meet Satan."

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