The Doom Patrol members stared blankly at Deathstroke and the other two. The logs in the fireplace crackled, and the flames danced as though they were alive.
They had never seen this side of the Justice League members. Who would have thought that two of the Seven Leaders would discuss their teammate's paint job with Deathstroke? Turning green was already miserable enough, so why were they being so unserious?
This had to be a joke, right? It had to be.
Yet Deathstroke, who was clearly in charge, was in no hurry. After thanking Emily, he picked up the hot tea she had poured for him:
"Ah." He took a light sip and smiled in satisfaction. "Oh, you're very good at making tea. Better than quite a few British people. If you ever stop being a Superhero, maybe you could open an afternoon tea shop in Britain."
"Really?" Element Woman was delighted. A broad smile appeared on her beautiful, sculpture-like metal face as she refilled Deathstroke's cup. "Is there less discrimination against freaks like us in Britain?"
In some ways, the Doom Patrol resembled the X-Men. Both followed the same pattern: a freak teacher leading freak students.
Their leader was an old man in a wheelchair. The students were all social outcasts discriminated against for their appearances and abilities. Another group of crazy freaks opposed them, while the government wanted to capture them for experiments.
It could not merely be called similar. It was exactly the same.
According to information Su Ming knew from his previous life, the first issue of Doom Patrol had been published in June 1963, while the first issue of X-MEN had come out in September 1963. As for the tricks of the comic industry, those who knew, knew.
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