No one was in the small building. Peering through the glass doors, they found not even a security guard on duty. The reception desk held only a potted flower, its leaves drooping lifelessly.
They could have seen it from the street outside, really. The building was completely dark, and there was no sign anyone was inside.
"Looks like something happened today and the company gave everyone an emergency day off. Otherwise, people in the comics business basically never got off work on time."
Deathstroke pulled a Batarang from his belt pouch and skillfully picked the lock, while having Strangle stealthily disable the security systems.
"I'm a little nervous now." The ape squatted on his shoulder and rubbed his paws together. "Do you think my story will get its own solo comic? I wonder how well it'll sell."
"Uh, no solo title. You can only look forward to the Justice League Dark team book." Mindy was looking forward to it too, and she eagerly answered first. "But I think you're the smartest one in Justice League Dark. Man-Bat is nowhere close to you."
"Man-Bat is a chemist and a novice wizard. I'm a detective. We're not even in the same lane." Bobo had learned humility, though his paws still adjusted his collar as he lifted his chin. "Ahem, don't stop. Tell me, who's smarter, Constantine or me?"
"Constantine," Mindy answered with complete sincerity. Then she tried to soften the blow. "But it doesn't matter how smart he is. I don't like him anyway. He always betrays his friends, and that's wrong."
The girl acted more like an Anti-Hero, and Anti-Heroes often had one defining trait: loyalty.
She admitted that Hellblazer was indeed capable, but that scumbag's way of doing things was clearly not something a normal person should do. If it