They found the place where the skeleton had stayed before. Aside from the footprints and the marks Milkman Superman's butt had left behind, the most noteworthy thing was a huge pile of scraps of cloth.
"Black fabric, cut into pieces." Diana pinched a scrap between her fingers, rubbing it a few times before holding it beneath her nose. "Ordinary cotton fabric. It has a... strange smell. I'm not very familiar with it."
After saying that, she handed the cloth to Kara beside her. Supergirl had already caught the scent, though, and she shook her head to indicate that she didn't know what it was either.
Harley, however, leaned over for a sniff before rubbing her nose and backing away.
"It smells like a mixture of vinegar and MSG. This is Mercury Nitrate Solution. It's toxic and mildly corrosive, commonly used in the pharmaceutical industry as an oxidizing agent. Poisoning can cause neurasthenia and emotional disorders, like being prone to laughter, crying, irritability, and so on. Making clothes out of fabric soaked in this stuff isn't a good idea."
Well, if the skeleton was only making clothes for himself, he had no flesh or skin left to poison.
But if he was making clothes for Superman, being a Kryptonian didn't mean he was immune to chemicals.
"I thought you were just a psychologist. I can't believe you know pharmaceuticals too. That's amazing!" Kara looked at Harley with admiration, taking her hand and shaking it as though a little girl were begging her big sister to buy her something. Except Supergirl wanted her big sister to teach her more.
Kara knew plenty of theoretical knowledge from books, but social experience was not something she could learn from them.
Harley threw back her head and laughed wildly, sticking out her entire tongue in