Jason mentally cursed as he died once more on the patronizing game. As he clicked out of the app, a black, futuristic screen meeting him, he was suddenly bombarded with the thousands of voices of the people he had killed. They had their own little, shitty city inside of his mind, and immediately, he mentally organized them, making sure that he could only hear the voices of the relatively 'sane' residents he had killed. There was a German scientists voice - a man he had killed whilst snooping through a rather shady underground base.
'Zat girl,' the Scientists murmured, immediately hushing the voices from others, 'Ze one with ze 'eadphones. Ze must have zomethin' to do wit' sound. And zat one - the bathroom one. She must have zomethin' to do wit' Zpiderman; her outfit zays it all. Gaudy 'tings, zuper'ero ou-'
Even though the information was useful, Jason already knew these things; his tentacle eye, which had just sunk back into his jacket, had already been busy sending information about these people to his main brain. Yes, technically, Jason had dozens of brains, but only one - his 'main' one, was flesh. The other brains were the prolonged, stasis brains of his victims. As the scientist's voice faded away into grumbling complaints about the gaudiness of superhero costumes, Jason sat his phone on the table and finally looked up, his blue eyes nearly glowing in the light. His first glance was at the sound girl a table away, and then to the 'spider-chick', and finally to the other two nondescript teenagers. This was supposed to be his team?
He smirked, looking back down at his phone, his elongated canines briefly on display. Yeah, right. They were prey.