Doom lift his forearm as the bo staff was swung, the robotic armor making it so it moved hardly at all at the violent swing.
"Doom does not have time for you." He gave her a glare before looking to the woman's 'husband'. The gauntlet flexed swiftly.
It was a disgusting sound, a fleshy crunch as the armor crushed the neck. Death happened in seconds, and then so did the change.
Tim Drake's face turned into something else entirely, green with a lined chin. Large pointed ears sprouted. The hair became longer, though still black. The frame lengthened some, but not by much. Its shape shifted as well, becoming athletically curved.