Pushing open the stone chamber's door, Su Ming returned to the hall. Harley was idly playing Snake on her phone, chewing gum with her little mouth.
"Humph! Liar! You said you were taking me out to kill people for fun, and that we'd drink and dance, but there's nothing here! Those dead brats aren't here anymore either."
Seeing Deathstroke return, she complained with an unhappy expression.
She wasn't afraid of trouble; she was afraid of this loneliness after the party had ended. The empty hall was too quiet, so quiet it was driving her mad. Only the monotonous electronic sound whenever the snake ate a dot gave her a little comfort.
"Heh. Shut up."
Su Ming took her phone, fiddled with it a few times, and set it aside. Then he grabbed her hand and led her toward the center of the vast, spacious hall.
Deathstroke pressed her hand against his back, then hooked an arm around her waist from behind and pulled hard. She was pressed against his chest.
Yet at some point, the hard armor had turned into a black suit. Several black tentacles lit every brazier in the hall.
Harley was a little dazed. She did not know what Deathstroke intended to do, but when she raised her head and saw his face, and when the music of "Por Una Cabeza" began playing from the phone, she understood.
"You bumped me and it hurt, but tango? You know how?" she asked with a smile.
"Why not give it a try and find out?"
Su Ming nodded to her. Then, following the beat, he turned and angled his body, leading her into their first step.
His expression was solemn, his movements powerful and crisp. His steps were steady, their pauses perfectly timed, motion and stillness interwoven into an