Su Ming couldn't be bothered to correct Barry. After all, it was impossible to make The Flash adopt the air of a domineering CEO.
The Flash was always polite and gentlemanly toward women. That was simply part of his character.
Besides, Rita had once been a star. Her mental resilience was strong enough. Let her cry for a while.
"Come on. Let's go to the living room and talk to the other Doom Patrol members." Deathstroke closed the door and led the two deeper into the house as though he knew the layout well.
"You've been here before?"
Kendra bit her lip. The interior decorations were far too luxurious. Several enormous oil paintings, each seven or eight meters across, hung in the entrance hall, and the crystal chandelier overhead nearly blinded her.
"Never. But Strangle can smell living people. Oh, Strangle is my symbiote. Just think of it as a kind of malleable nanometal mechanical arm." Deathstroke explained to Hawkgirl while leading the way.
"Hehehe." Hawkgirl laughed like a hen and shook her head. "Diana told me about it. Your symbiote is a parasitic organism, not some technological creation. You tricked her back then."
"Eek?"
Strangle was very unhappy. It was a symbiote, not a parasite!
Did most African Americans really have so little education that they couldn't even tell the difference between symbiosis and parasitism?
Walking ahead, Su Ming reached up to stroke the Black Bean Sprout poking out from his shoulder, soothing it.
"Little Dai really is close to you if she even told you that. I thought you two were just colleagues."
"I remember my first life." Kendra raised a hand and tapped her temple. The white lenses of her hawk mask curved slightly. "Back then, I was the Queen of Ancient Egypt, so I understood a