Harley nodded repeatedly, while Little Dai kept shaking her head. One wanted to enjoy the gruesome sight of the corpses, while the other had no interest in tragic events, so their emotions were entirely different.
Kara, on the other hand, tipped her head back and took a big swig of liquor. She bared her teeth to ease the burning sensation in her nose as the evening breeze lifted her long hair. A thoughtful expression appeared on her round little face. "Why would they rather kill themselves than leave this place? I rarely left International City before, but I'd heard that Gotham was practically a paradise for anyone with nowhere else to go."
Supergirl was, after all, a pure-blooded Kryptonian with Super Intellect. Though she often failed to think things through, just like her cousin Clark, there was never any doubt about the speed of her mind.
"Because this place offers a false hope."
Deathstroke, seated at the very front of the flying carpet, answered her. The wind made his voice sound somewhat distant. "Although Luthor only occasionally holds charity events, handing out food, clothes, and money, it still leaves the people here with hope. They wait to be given something each time, growing weaker and weaker within that hope until they gradually break down. They cannot get what they want, nor can they wait for it. In the end, all that remains is the deepest despair."
People often said that pitiable people must have something hateful about them. Su Ming did not really agree with such a binary view, since nothing was absolute.
But most of the people living in Suicide Slum really did make one feel frustrated at their refusal to improve.
They often had all sorts of problems—laziness, cowardice, apathy, addiction, and so on. Even with perfectly able