When they arrived at the backstage dressing room, Harley was sitting before the vanity, touching up her makeup with Little Zatanna's cosmetics.
It was the kind of dressing table that had been popular on Broadway back in the day, with a ring of little bulbs around the large mirror, making her face look deathly pale.
She did not seem to mind at all. Instead, she kept making faces at herself in the mirror, laughing and squealing, while Zatanna stood nearby in speechless frustration, heartbroken over her cosmetics.
There was no other reason. Harley simply used far too much lipstick. She applied layer after layer as if coloring with crayons, turning her little mouth into a frightening shade of red.
"Hi, ladies. Mind if I come in?"
Su Ming leaned against the doorframe and knocked with one hand, while the other dangled two bottles of soda.
"Slade, are you done talking with John?" Zatanna tilted her head and gestured for Deathstroke to make himself at home. "Thanks for the soda, and for pointing out the flaw in the Violet Light Formation. I never noticed that guy had been cutting corners there too."
"Straw, straw, straw." Harley grabbed a soda bottle and began rummaging through the room. As a little fairy, she absolutely had to drink soda through a straw.
So she ran into the wardrobe, weaving through Zatanna's various revealing stage outfits.
"I think he had prepared for that. As long as he stays by your side, even if zombies get in, he can take you away by rerouting through the House of Mystery." Su Ming took a handgun from his belt pouch and unloaded it, then pressed it flat between his hands into a metal disc. "But if that happens, your coworkers in the theater will probably have to be