Harley, with the little girl in her arms, was grinning happily. She was just about to tell a joke about Deathstroke when, before she could open her mouth, a plane suddenly crashed into the corridor ahead of them.
A violent tremor and blast wave swept through the area. The Doom Patrol members walking in front were immediately knocked off their feet, while Harley, having lagged a few steps behind, cleverly hid behind Raven.
Yes, she had learned her lesson this time. Last time, a skirt had made it inconvenient to move during an explosion, and Donna had not been as tough as expected. Harley would not make the same mistake again.
Although one of her legs was broken and still wrapped in bandages and a splint, she could still manage to sidestep.
Just as expected, a purple energy barrier lit up in front of Raven amid the shock wave, blocking all the flying debris outside. She herself could not even be bothered to dodge.
Compared to Constantine, she had that advantage. Zha Kang still had to tattoo himself, draw Magic Circles inside the lining of his trench coat, and periodically cast protective spells on himself.
Raven did not need any of that. It was difficult for her to die even if she wanted to. Her father, Trigon, was always watching her. That creepy father would make sure that, before he personally played his daughter to death, she would not die in some other accident.
Perhaps Trigon was not the most powerful Interdimensional Demon God. He was roughly on the same level as Neron and Gog, a tier below Lucifer. But if he wanted to protect someone, he had more than enough power to do so.
"Cough, cough! Cough, what was that?" Harley waved her little hand before her face to