"Beautiful! Click, click, click, click."
"Hee-hee!"
"Even prettier! Click, click, click!"
"Haha!"
Harley's phone even had a burst mode. When Su Ming found her, Little Sugar Bean was riding the bone dragon hanging from the ceiling of Justice League Dark headquarters while Tracy snapped photos like crazy.
Little Bartender had always been Harley's fangirl. Now that she could take pictures of her idol, she was beyond excited. Even the coma caused by vomiting seemed trivial. She just kept praising Harley's beauty while frantically pressing the shutter button.
The phone emitted electronically simulated shutter sounds, and they sounded pretty convincing.
The dark surroundings, the eerie bone dragon, the flickering Firefly illumination—all of it gave the photos an intensely Gothic feel.
Come to think of it, Harley's skin was so pale that she really did look a little like a vampire.
"Strange. Where did everyone go today?" Diana stepped out of the elevator with a speechless look, surveying her Justice League Dark space. "And how did Harley get in? She shouldn't have been able to use this elevator. It has an identity-verification Electronic Lock."
Su Ming did not answer that question. Forget an elevator door in the Hall of Justice—even an elevator in the Batcave could not stop Harley.
"It's normal that Man-Bat hasn't recovered from the aftereffects of vomiting. I just thought Deadman would be here. The others probably went home to sleep." Deathstroke stood with his arms folded against the stair railing, watching Sugar Bean swing back and forth in midair. "But it doesn't matter. Only Zatanna and Constantine from Justice League Dark can take part in an incident of this level anyway. The others are no use."
"I thought you would bring Bobo."
Diana looked at Harley's dress and thought it was beautiful. She had some very high-end evening