Goth chorus girl? Now she really had no business criticizing his fashion choices, even if that was a fairly useful trick--oh, it did things, too. Wasn't that Zatanna's gimmick? Once his brain came back he'd have to go update himself on the superhero who's who.

"But what shall we do?" the cultist begged. Billy looked down on them. So tiny, the lot of them, pleading for control in the one moment where he was in no mood to give it. He kicked a bit of dust at her. "Go home. Get a job. Start a band in your garage. Stop following random weirdos around."

Billy leaned on Ragdoll again, letting his own weirdo guide him where he would.