"Actually, during the conversation, Old Vic believed he held the upper hand." Harley walked along with light steps as she explained her tactics to Diana and Kara. "This was his turf. He saw himself as the doctor here and us as outside guests. He had home-field advantage."
"But you went too far. He was only a patient." Diana sighed, unable to do much about Harley. Exhibitionism was indeed disgusting, but Old Vic had actually helped them. He had told them about Reggie Long and even produced the medical records.
Yet just because he had refused to lead the way, Harley had destroyed him with psychological warfare. It did seem a little cruel.
"No, Little Dai. Precisely because he believed he had the upper hand and thought we wouldn't dare lie to him, he would completely believe what I said. That would send him into a process of self-doubt, self-denial, self-awareness, and self-reconstruction. In psychology, that's a type of shock therapy. By giving him the maximum possible mental stimulation, the goal is to cure him."
Lifting the hem of her red dress, Harley spun around and leaned against Deathstroke's shoulder with a smile. She said airily:
"I think I cured him. It's just that his psychosexual disorder still remains, and he might not be able to perform in bed in the future..."
"That is not something a lady should discuss in public." Diana patted the Lasso of Truth at her waist in warning. "That's enough. I don't want to hear any more. If you keep talking nonsense like that, I'll tie you up."
"I was never a lady. As for tying me up, sadly, dawn's almost here. How about we play tonight instead?" Harley was utterly unafraid. Instead, she leaned close to Wonder Woman and blew into her ear. "Then the