Jason had always been a very awkward person. Su Ming had known that for a long time. Maybe he was just tsundere?
Even though there were plenty of materials in the room for him to choose from, he still firmly refused to let Deathstroke make him a set of dentures.
To prove it, he claimed that he liked eating with his gums and even demonstrated his gum-grinding skills on a piece of beef for everyone.
How should one put it? He could not chew it at all. A strip of beef tenderloin practically slid straight down his throat, and the spicy red oil soup clinging to it made his face twist even more bitterly as he coughed without stopping.
Who would have thought he would be so contrary over something this trivial? It was only a set of dentures. Jason seemed terribly bad at accepting other people's kindness, though that was normal. The Bat-Family was like that. They would only think your friendly gestures meant you were plotting something.
"Fine, if you don't want them, then don't. But stop looking like you're about to cry." Su Ming tossed away the handful of teeth in his hand. Strangle had carefully selected them from countless corpses just moments ago; every one was white and shiny. "Go ahead and keep eating. I'll check some information online first, then we'll set out."
"Mmgh!" Jason wiped away the tears brought on by coughing, tried to choose things like tofu to eat, and fell silent.
Diana had originally wanted to ask him why he had killed so many innocent civilians, but after learning that Jason had lost his memories while in a crazed state, she decided there was no need to ask.
Harley, however, saw what she was thinking and answered with a smile.
"Actually, Little