As soon as they got the borrowed equipment back, they put it to use, "roasting" Poison Ivy in Harley's living room-slash-bedroom. The red light and thermal radiation made the whole room gleam.
Harley bit her finger and paced around anxiously. As Ivy warmed up, she began to give off a sweet, nectar-like scent.
"Sweetie, when will she be done roasting?"
"We're saving someone, not grilling meat, remember?" Su Ming took out some liquor from his waist pouch, sat in a nearby chair, and waited patiently.
Only then did the little madwoman blink and come to her senses. Right—Little Red was the one being roasted to a delicious aroma under the Red Sun, not a honey cake.
"Ah! This is so annoying! Why is it snowing so heavily outside? I got sick of making snowmen after just a few days! I want to go shopping! I want to eat at fancy restaurants!"
She sat on the edge of the bed, kicking her legs against the floor in a coquettish tantrum while shooting Su Ming meaningful looks.
"I asked Luthor just now. He said with the science he knows, it's impossible to make it snow across the entire globe at once. In other words, even technology at Perpetua's level wouldn't be enough."
Deathstroke rose and walked to the bed, flipping Poison Ivy over like an omelet to ensure she heated evenly.
"So this seemingly endless blizzard was most likely caused by magic. I'll investigate in a bit and try to end all this within a day or two."
The boiler had been repaired, the heating was running, and with the ultraviolet radiation from the Red Sun Generator, the room almost felt like a sunbathing chamber.
Feeling sleepy, Harley stretched and simply lay down beside Little Red, pulling the sheets over herself.
"Magic?