Hum.
The ambushing Zombie Thor hurled Mjolnir straight at him.
Wayne just tilted his head, watching the hammer crawl toward him at a snail’s pace with a completely speechless look.
He didn’t actually think this would work, did he?
In an instant Wayne’s black eyes lit up brilliant crimson.
The head of Mjolnir melted into glowing slag in the time it took to blink.
Divine power gone with the hammer, Zombie Thor barely had time to register the loss before Wayne was already in front of him, one hand clamped around his skull.
“Alright, blonde.
Time to close your eyes and go to sleep.”
Pop.
Zombie Thor’s head burst like an overripe melon in Wayne’s grip.
“How rude.
I nicely put him to bed early and he still managed to get shit on my hand.”
Wayne shook the gore off his palm and turned a handsome, dangerous grin on the Zombie Hulk standing off to the side.
“Don’t you think so?”
Roar!
Zombie Hulk took the look as pure disrespect.
Every muscle on his rotting green frame locked tight, veins bulging as he piled every ounce of power he had into his legs.
The meteorite under his feet, tens of meters across, shattered like glass.
He rocketed at Wayne like a living missile.
Then the big bastard’s eyes went wide with pure disbelief.
Wayne had casually raised one index finger and stopped the fist cold.
“Big guy, you think being huge means you get a free pass on being a loli?”
Wayne curled his lip in pure disdain.
“At best you’re just a big-titted loli.”
Silence.
Zombie Hulk froze for half a second, then pure murder flooded his face.
He roared without sound, throat working uselessly.
“Quit screaming.
Even if you shred what’s left of your throat you’re still not bigger than me.”
Wayne flicked his left finger.
Zombie Hulk’s entire upper body detonated into a red mist of bone and rotten meat.
The other zombies stared.
Wayne caught the looks and realized the line had come out a little wrong.
“What?
You think I meant the other kind of size?
I was talking about strength.”
In the space of a blink both Zombie Hulk and Zombie Thor were paste.
Zombie Sentry was still flying back from the first hit and would probably get the same treatment the second he showed up.
The remaining undead finally stopped treating Wayne like a tasty snack that had wandered in from another universe.
Zombie Strange slammed both hands forward.
Dozens of blood-red mystic chains lashed out and wrapped around Wayne.
At the same time the sorcerer linked every remaining zombie mind together.
[This bastard didn’t even go all-out just now!
Nobody take him head-on!]
[The fuck you mean ‘didn’t go all-out’?
You throw Sentry through a solar system without trying and then come lecture me.
You try popping Hulk’s torso with a finger flick on casual mode!]
[Hard to swallow, but it’s true.]
“What are you idiots whispering about?”
Wayne grabbed the chains and yanked.
Zombie Strange shot forward like a hooked fish.
Before the sorcerer could even react, Wayne’s hand was locked around his rotting skull.
“Chatting behind a guest’s back isn’t very polite for a wizard who gets booked for birthday parties, right?
Be a role model for those kids!”
Zombie Strange’s maggot-filled eyes locked on Wayne in pure shock.
This guy could hear the mental link?
There hadn’t been the slightest flicker of magic from him.
How the hell was he eavesdropping?
“Curious?
Want to ask?”
Wayne lifted the zombie sorcerer until they were face to face.
“Too bad you can’t talk right now.
You clearly never brush those teeth, so that mouth’s got to be crawling with bacteria.”
“Don’t worry.
I’ll help you disinfect.”
Disinfect?
What kind of disinfectant?
How exactly?
A very bad feeling crawled up what was left of Zombie Strange’s spine.
Wayne took off, still holding the sorcerer by the head, and crossed several light-years in a heartbeat, heading straight for the nearest star.
“No need to thank me.
Superman’s always happy to help.”
Zombie Strange thrashed, trying every spell he knew to break free or teleport.
Nothing worked.
The magic simply refused to answer.
All he could do was watch, helpless, as Wayne dragged him toward the roaring heart of the star.
With no other choice left, Zombie Strange could only watch as Wayne dragged him straight into the star.
Wayne punched through the star like a needle.
The whole thing went up in a blinding explosion.
Not a scratch on Wayne.
His combat suit didn’t even get dirty thanks to the Bio-force field.
Zombie Strange, on the other hand, was gone.
Not even ash left in Wayne’s hand.
Wayne glanced at his empty palm and shrugged.
“At least it’s disinfected.”
The next second a golden torrent of energy slammed into him from every direction.
Wayne stood right in the middle of it, hands behind his back, letting the blast wash over him like it was nothing more than a strong breeze.
His Super Vision cut straight through the energy storm and locked onto Zombie Captain Marvel.
Still keeping his hands behind his back, Wayne walked against the current until he was face to face with her.
“Sweetheart, you gotta scrub harder than that.
Otherwise I’d never pick you at the bathhouse.”
Zombie Captain Marvel’s rotting eyes went wide with pure terror the second she saw the crimson glow in his.
Before she could even think about running, she dropped like a puppet with its strings cut.
Right on cue, Zombie Sentry finally made it back from the first ride Wayne had given him.
He came in roaring, fist cocked.
Wayne backhanded him once.
Head gone.
That was the last of the zombies that had surrounded him.
He was just about to leave when space itself started rippling.
Warships poured out of portals by the dozens.
Wayne swept his gaze across them, expression flat.
Zombie Thanos.
Zombie Iron Man.
Zombie Motherfucker Man iykyk… they really threw the whole damn roster in together.
He was already bored.
“Sorry, I’ve got class later.
Kinda in a hurry.”
The crimson light in his eyes flared brighter.
A solid beam of Heat Vision erupted.
Every warship in front of it vaporized before they could even close the distance.
The beam kept going.
The nearest star evaporated.
A black hole tried to get in the way and got sliced clean in half like warm butter.
The Heat Vision was pure high-dimensional energy; light-speed limits meant nothing to it.
In the space of a heartbeat it crossed tens of thousands of light-years, carving a burning scar straight through the galaxy.
Stars, planets, everything in its path just ceased to exist.
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Again, he gets more power when trash-talking, as explained in the 1st ch, if you’re wondering why he’s smack-talking them lol