While the two bantered, Harley had already successfully gotten Gin and Diana to stop fighting. Looking smug, she came strutting back with quick steps, swaying like a Victoria's Secret Angel.
She planted the massive hammer on the ground, clapped her hands, and reported her success as if expecting Deathstroke's praise. "Done."
Seeing Gin and Diana returning side by side behind her, though they kept a fist's distance between them and moved somewhat awkwardly, Su Ming was a little curious.
"How did you talk them into it?"
"I'm the best psychology expert." Harley looked as if it had been a piece of cake. "They actually have something in common, and the reason they fought was because of you. Once you see that, there are as many solutions as you want."
"Oh?" Su Ming glanced at Bobo and Wade behind him. Listen to that, just that simple.
Harley raised one finger and fanned herself by tugging at her sequined jacket with the other. With Fire Pits and thick fog in this room, the humidity was so high that it felt a little hot.
"I just told them you and Illyana were getting married, and they stopped fighting."
Deadpool's eyes widened as he slammed a fist into his palm. "Brilliant! This is what psychology calls—if I can't have it, nobody else can either, right? What was it called again? That theory where unsatisfied sexual desire causes psychological disorders?"
"Pfft!"
Strangle expertly pulled the Owl Dagger from Deadpool's belly, then wiped it on him.
Wade looked down at himself and said resentfully:
"Why? Why has Strangle learned to let things slip too? What has it learned from you?"
The black tentacle put the dagger back into its host's waist pouch, melted into the armor, and vanished. Before disappearing, though, it gave a little wiggle,