In the warmly lit room with a fireplace still burning, Negative Man was still processing Deathstroke's words. But the Mercenary gave him no time to react, directly taking control of the conversation.
"Come on, Larry. Introduce the new friends to us. I'll help you take a look at the Chief's condition."
The Chief's condition was extremely strange. Just as Robotman had said before, the Old Man looked as though he had been possessed by an evil spirit.
He was squatting upside down in a corner of the ceiling, bare-chested and wearing a pink ballet tutu. He licked the back of his hand over and over like a feline, his gleaming green eyes fixed on the group that had just entered.
More precisely, he was wearing nothing but that fluffy tutu, and nothing else. One could imagine just how devastating the visual effect was.
The Doom Patrol had tried to restrain him, but he clawed and scratched at everyone, even spraying urine on the team members. There was nothing they could do.
It was not that there was truly no way to deal with him. It was just that no one wanted to get soaked in urine. Robotman was especially afraid of water, so he had simply gone outside to hide.
And Guy's supposed loss of control was probably just because the Old Man had turned into a perverted Exhibitionist, frightening the "baby" personality that had been controlling the body at the time.
See? Hadn't that brought out a worldly old-lady personality? Everyone else turned away rather than look at the upside-down Chief, but this old woman personality stared fixedly at the Old Man's body, her eyes practically glowing. Su Ming even noticed that she seemed to be swallowing.
If this had not been Earth-0 of the DC Multiverse, but some