Zatanna and Harley were on good terms. The two of them went off to chat hand in hand. Whenever the sorceress held a performance in New York, she would stay with the little lunatic, and the pair had solved quite a few problems with Diana as well.
Harley was very clever. Knowing Deathstroke needed to talk to Zha Kang, she unobtrusively led Little Zatanna away to the dressing room on the other side of backstage.
Su Ming glanced behind the stage curtain. Several heads quickly ducked back; they were probably members of Zatanna's troupe, all ordinary people.
He took Zha Kang's cigarette case, pulled one out and lit it for himself, then said:
"Don't try to disgust me with that. I know you came wearing diapers today. Demons' debts aren't so easy to owe. They can't kill you and send you to Heaven, but making you incontinent would be effortless. You wore them so you wouldn't embarrass yourself in front of your ex-girlfriend, you—"
"Whoa, whoa, whoa!!!" Constantine vigilantly looked around, making noise to interrupt Deathstroke. Only after seeing that no one had heard did he sniff hard and say, "Slade, I suspect you're the demon, always peeping on me. Fine, what do you want with me this time? I don't think you can get anything out of this Mushroom Zombie business."
"The Mushroom People have nothing to do with me. I'm here to ask you about Diana. She's missing."
Su Ming blew out a smoke ring and watched it drift away beneath the stage lights, twisting into all kinds of shapes.
Zha Kang gave a sleazy grin and scratched his hair, sending dandruff fluttering down like snowflakes. "Your own girlfriend went missing, and you came asking me? I'm not her lover. By the way, why not try using Tenth