They tied the Chief to the wheelchair Rita had found with several plastic jump ropes. When the study door opened and closed, they happened to see Robotman passing through the corridor, covered in soot, his clothes burned to ashes.
Negative Man checked the back of the Chief's head and confirmed that Deathstroke had not beaten him to death, while Muscle Mystery Man was trying to use his powers to heal the Chief's injuries.
But perhaps the ammonia had irritated his eyes and made him activate the wrong muscles. A suspicious flush suddenly appeared on the unconscious Chief's face, and he looked strangely comfortable.
The others, well, the others could not be much help. Like a crowd of spectators, they kept a safe distance from the source of the piss stench and craned their necks to watch the show.
With everyone watching him, Bobo cleared his throat, clamped his pipe between his teeth, and used both hands and feet to make his way back to Deathstroke's side before continuing to explain his discovery:
"From the very beginning, I've been wondering why the Chief was almost completely naked, yet wearing a pink ballet tutu. Is he a pervert?"
This had originally been a rhetorical question. After raising it, Bobo had intended to answer it himself and lead into the next topic.
But unexpectedly, everyone present reacted faster than he did. Especially the Doom Patrol members—they all nodded at once, exchanged looks, and began chattering in a disorderly fashion.
"Probably? He's always been pretty perverted."
Negative Man rubbed his bandages thoughtfully. The Chief Scientist of the institution that had first used him as an experiment had been Niles. Niles had tortured him until he wished he were dead; he had merely grown a conscience in his old age.
"Mm. I don't know the