Harley's questions usually revolved around pathological psychology, but they did not seem all that important to the case at hand.
Golden Eagle had gone to Extremis to buy a ring for his godmother. The ladies found it somewhat pathetic, but any normal person knew that was wrong.
"The ring is nice. You and Hawkgirl are a match made in heaven. But Charlie, according to you, you only brought the Zombie Virus into the Hall of Justice. The worldwide spread afterward wasn't your doing, right?"
Su Ming came over, crouched beside him, and smiled as he patted the madman's shoulder.
Bound by the Lasso of Truth, Charlie could not lie. But there were different kinds of truth, and Deathstroke needed to keep him happy so that he would talk more and cooperate as much as possible.
Just as expected, Golden Eagle was delighted to hear one of the wedding guests praise him and his mother as a perfect match instead of that ape. A suspicious flush even rose to his face.
"Thank you. Thank you all for arranging this. I'll make her happy. As for the virus, yes, I was only responsible for bringing it into the Hall of Justice. I wasn't the one who spread it elsewhere. There were many of us, and we agreed on a time to act simultaneously."
His excitement, combined with the wedding setting, sent his imagination running wild again. He thought everyone had prepared this wedding for him. The marriage between his mother and the ape had just been a joke—the real protagonist was him!
Diana was so kind. She must have arranged all this, right? It was pretty interesting. He had been a little angry at first, but now he was very happy.
"Let's keep talking about that. Did your group have a leader?