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With bloodied eyes, Robin focused his gaze on Wade—or… what looked like Wade. At least, it was supposed to be Wade standing in that corner.
Wade himself was looking at his palms up and down, feeling his body, panicking, not knowing what's happening to him.
What he saw now was not the Wade he knew. It was something sharper, stranger, dissected by layers.
In the instant Robin's eyes turned toward him, he first saw a heap of twitching red muscles, fibers twisting violently as though unsure of their own form, and a bulging eye darting around in confusion. He saw Wade staring at his own hand in shock, mouth open as though trying to scream at what was happening to him.
The next moment, all Robin saw were the veins and blood vessels threading through the body. Then he saw Wade's unique energy channels, the strange traces of elixirs he had consumed before the battle, etched into him like scars of light.
