In Su Ming's memory, there was nothing particularly noteworthy about Massachusetts. Its most famous place was Harvard University, and its specialty was not masked heroes or villains, but Cape Cod cranberries—pretty little red berries.
"Let me go! What are you doing?!"
Maze was still struggling after they arrived through the teleportation. She was clearly unhappy about being carried out of the nightclub by Deathstroke. Even the skinless half of her face had puffed up, and her jaw muscles kept twitching.
"Relax. Lucifer told you not to leave the club, but you disobeyed him. If he sees you, he'll definitely punish you severely. You'll love it."
Su Ming set her down and comforted her with a promise.
She only liked being tortured by Lucifer, or torturing others herself. That was simply how the Queen of pain was; she did not accept pain from anyone else.
Strictly speaking, Maze could also be considered love-struck. Other than thinking about how to take care of Hell for Lucifer, all she thought about was how to please him in exchange for his love.
That was why she disliked humans. Even if humans did nothing at all, Lucifer still deeply loved them. That love filled her with envy, jealousy, and hatred.
But none of that mattered. She was a capable fighter, and keeping her around was another layer of insurance for Batwoman. Why not?
Sure enough, after hearing Deathstroke's explanation, Maze's face suspiciously reddened. She was no longer angry. Instead, she rubbed her butt and revealed a somewhat expectant expression.
"What remarkable love." Hela had initially thought Maze was somewhat like herself, but now only admiration remained on the Goddess of the Underworld's face. "I don't know who Lucifer is, but it sounds like you love him very much. Does being abused by the person you