Hawkgirl did not like Harley. Their personalities meant they were destined not to get along. What Kendra hated most were women who were always grinning and acting frivolous.
So while Harlequin was still setting the mood, Hawkgirl walked over and yanked away the red cloth, revealing a vehicle made of pink balloons underneath.
That thing did not look like a little swan at all. It was a fat duck—no, one of those common duck pedal boats found in parks.
Harlequin had placed the four car seats Deathstroke provided inside the boat and painted them pink. No one had seen when she did it.
"You really don't understand romance at all. Circus hates guests like you most." The girl dropped her smile, her little mouth twisting to one side as she spoke in a mocking tone. "Are you an orphan, winged woman? Did nobody ever give you gifts when you were little?"
Kendra lowered her head, clutching the red cloth in her hand. "So what if I'm an orphan?"
"Then it's fine, hehe. I like orphans, so your impression score in my heart is positive again." Harlequin suddenly changed her expression as if her prank had succeeded, smiling once more. She casually pulled a small red flower from her pocket and tucked it by Hawkgirl's temple. "How did your parents die? Why are you so serious? Oh!"
She suddenly let out a coquettish cry. Deathstroke had knocked her on the head.
"And don't imitate Joker."
"Fine, then I'll just be myself, hehe." The girl covered the swelling on her head and used one hand to help open the pedal boat's door. "Please board. Of course, The Flash gets the driver's seat."
Barry circled the pink Duck Boat suspiciously, yet could not figure out where the driver's seat was. In the end,