Starfire was utterly speechless at the two men, who had looked ready to fight to the death just moments ago but were now huddled together smoking cigars.
It was not as if villains had never switched sides on the spot before, but did they have to become this close so instantly? The world was too crazy.
"Mm, this cigar's pretty good."
Su Ming let the smoke swirl around in his mouth before working his jaw and exhaling it. Circe in the sky seemed to have noticed that everyone else had been defeated.
Papa Midnite stood beside him, watching the sky and smoking. His large gold earrings swayed as he smiled ingratiatingly.
"I had someone smuggle them in from Cuba. Come to my bar next time and I'll give you a whole box. What do you want to ask?"
"Circe said she's Hecate's reincarnation. With your understanding of souls and magic, is that true?"
Su Ming did not stand on ceremony. Since the man had surrendered, there was no need to kill him. Besides, he could ask questions and gather intelligence; Papa Midnite would not dare lie.
The Black man exhaled a puff of smoke and sniffed hard. "It's true. It's difficult for me to describe how it works, but you know that feeling. The feeling she gives off now is that of a Goddess. She seems to be on the verge of transcending the bounds of humanity."
"I see." Su Ming nodded, pondering for a moment. "All right. There's nowhere to hold you in the Hall of Justice right now anyway. Disband these Voodoo Zombies, then go wherever you want."
The Black man froze. Even the gentleman's hat on his head slipped down slightly. He clearly had not expected Deathstroke to let him go so casually.
But he had seen