"You two head back to the Hall of Justice. I'll go find Harley myself."
After leaving the small building, Donna looked at the quiet street before her. Even in the darkness of night, she instinctively tugged at her hood, hiding the expression on her face.
"No way, sis. Why do you sound like you're going to chop up the doctor instead of asking her for help?"
They said beasts had instincts, so Beast Boy, as a Half-Orc, naturally possessed a similar sensitivity. He could feel the intense low pressure radiating from Donna, enough to make the green fur all over his body stand on end.
New York City was not cold at night. What was cold was people's hearts. Wonder Girl had heartlessly abandoned them and was even leaving them on these unfamiliar streets.
"My relationship with Harley is very good. It's not what you think." Donna took a deep breath, and her expression returned to normal. She waved them off as though shooing flies. "The place I'm going is Deathstroke's universe, one he specifically left for Harley to play in. Maybe he won't want other men entering a place like that—unless you really want a sex change."
As she spoke, she formed a pair of scissors with her fingers and silently made a few snipping motions.
"Got it, I get it." Beast Boy grimaced as though he had bitten into something sour. "You mean that universe is basically Deathstroke's harem. Women can enter, but men would be crossing a line, right? Sigh, having power and money really makes people jealous. Damn capitalist society."
He was straightforward that way. If he felt jealous, he said so aloud. That was simply the kind of frank person he was.
Though paired with his pointy, monkey-like face, it looked somewhat comical.
"Actually, there's