"Then you'd better tell me what you gave my sister to drink first."
Heimdall went around the room picking up his armor. He was not drunk at all; the wine had done no more than redden his cheeks slightly.
Su Ming sat back down on the bench and casually picked up the bottom of a broken bottle, setting it beside him as an ashtray. "Looks like you heard my conversation with the God of Thunder outside. Heh, don't worry. It was just that Sif standing guard there was too unusual, so I tested her a little. There was absolutely nothing wrong with the mushroom wine. If Dog-Headed Humanoids can drink it, humans can drink it. If humans can drink it, so can you."
Heimdall panted heavily, his chest heaving with anger, but he ultimately held it in. After all, Deathstroke had been invited by the queen to solve the case. Perhaps that was simply how he conducted his investigations.
He put on his armor and returned to his usual dazzling Golden Light appearance before speaking. "The reason I left my post was to seal off Asgard." He admitted his motive. "After receiving the queen's secret order, I prepared to pretend to be drunk and had Sif stand guard at the observatory in my place."
Su Ming flicked away some ash, crossed one leg over the other, and continued for him. "Because Sif cannot do your job, the Bifrost has effectively stopped operating. And since the queen kept Odin's disappearance secret, even if someone wanted to accuse you of drinking on duty and neglecting your responsibilities, she could suppress it."
"You are correct." Heimdall found a place to sit as well. "But it seems I have no talent for acting. You saw through me so quickly."
"I'm Deathstroke. Wherever I go,