"You made that bad joke again. Whew." Harley pinched her nose and leaned over for a look at the constantly changing mask, but showed little interest. She had played plenty of inkblot tests before. "Let's get out of here. This place smells worse than Gotham's sewers. After taking just a few steps in here, I feel like my skin's gotten worse."
The sewers were actually not too bad, since the water flowed. Here, though, a huge pile of garbage had been left to rot like compost, giving off the stench of filth fermenting.
A lot of people could accept tofu but not stinky tofu. That was the power of fermentation.
"Fine. We've got what we came for, so it's time to move. Batwoman's being chased all over the place to buy us time; we should appreciate her hard work." Su Ming chuckled. He had a high tolerance for foul smells himself, then carefully put away the mask. "Adjutant, did Luthor reply?"
"He did. Though he was curious how you knew The Time Machine was hidden there, he said you could take it and use it as you pleased. He also provided the authorization password. Since it is a 125-digit electronic password, I will not repeat it. I can enter it for you when the time comes."
This time, the Adjutant did not send over a projection, only a voice.
"That works. Teleport us. Destination: the small town in Kansas where Superman grew up."
Su Ming removed the Cloak from his back, wrapped his teammates in it, and vanished in a flash of blue light.
The very next second after everyone left, another gunshot rang out near the dark alley. Someone else had committed suicide, as though seeing them off.
They had departed from Metropolis, and their destination was rural Kansas.