"Fine, I knew you were crazy enough." Constantine extended two nicotine-yellowed fingers and slowly dragged the sheet of paper across the table, tapping the pattern on it. "Harley talked to me, and I agree with her view. I already know where that transit station is."
Su Ming narrowed his eyes and revealed the Indigo Lantern Corps ring on his hand. "You should know better than to try lying to me at a time like this. Otherwise, I can only happily torture you—for example, burying you in sand, leaving an opening around your head, pouring mercury into it, and using the Indigo Lantern Corps to make you weep bitterly."
"Torture, torture!" Harley immediately egged him on. She had never seen Deathstroke use an Indigo Lantern Corps ring to mess with someone before.
"Hey, I swear on my character." Constantine hurriedly waved his hands, those claws moving so fast they left afterimages. "Everything I say will be the truth."
The deadly Mercenary put away the ring, poured himself a drink instead, and propped his legs up on the coffee table. "You've never had anything like character, so you'd better explain the whole thing to me clearly, so I can analyze the logic behind it."
"Fine, even though that hurts my feelings a little, who told me I'm a despicable, shameless bastard?" Zha Kang felt no shame at all; instead, he smiled proudly. "No one can blame someone else for stating facts. But the information I'm about to share has to stay between us, because it concerns many secrets of our multiverse."
Rarely, he became somewhat serious. Not only did his expression straighten out, but he also furtively checked every window and door.
Su Ming turned his hand, signaling for him to begin. "Look at our team: me, Superboy-Prime, Harley Quinn. Are you