In the firelit hall, there was only the sound of two people drinking. Su Ming was thinking, while Harley stared at his face like a curious child. One moment she was squatting beside the throne, the next she was propping herself up and taking tiny steps farther away to look at him. It was utterly baffling.
Su Ming could not be bothered with what she was thinking. As long as her condition was stable now, that was enough. But he could not just jump into the pit Constantine had dug.
Diana was someone he needed to save, and Little Lucky Ape was too. Zha Kang had even tricked his ex-girlfriend Zatanna into going to Maia. That was ruthless.
If anything went wrong then, he could use the excuse, "Little Zatanna went in too. I love her so much. I didn't want this either, boo-hoo-hoo," then turn around and lock both allies and enemies in the Outer Planes while keeping his own hands clean.
Of course, the plan itself was dark and brilliant. If they could really trade Deathstroke, two women, and an ape for the Legion of Doom, plus Circe and the Batman Who Laughs, it would be a massive profit no matter how he looked at it.
The people they had left in the Main World could then deal with Perpetua. At the very least, they would be able to plot without distraction for several more months, and Constantine's Hell Magic would be nearly unbeatable.
The problem was that he understood Su Ming far too little. Judging Su Ming through the lens of other Deathstrokes meant he was destined to misjudge him.
Deathstrokes really did love rescuing hostages. If someone close to a Deathstroke was in danger or captured, he would go rescue them at once.
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