"If we'd known it would be this troublesome, we should have gone looking for the Mobius Chair."
Little Superman walked over to where Harley and the other ladies were, folded his arms, and started complaining. A little dust clung to his long black hair, making him look somewhat more mature, but what he said was childish: "If Batwoman can sit in that chair, then so can I. And I can definitely withstand its side effects."
"Hee hee, Wally was the last one to sit in that chair. That thing nearly fried his brain, and nobody knew where the chair flew off to afterward."
Kindhearted Harley pointed at the floor beside her, signaling for Little Superman to sit down and chat. Luthor still had no idea how long he would be busy, so she said, "So instead of looking for that chair, why don't you and I take a trip to the Editorial Department? We can find a few acquaintances and see if we can get some information."
Hearing this topic, Damian, who stood beside Cindy's thigh, narrowed his eyes. He quietly listened in, concealing his presence.
"No need. I went over there before, and the current DC Editorial Department has long since stopped being what you remember."
The long-haired Little Superman sighed. Looking at the back of the Fifth-Dimensional Being, who was also rummaging through cabinets for fun, he sat down and quietly told Harley, "The people there now seem brainwashed. All they think about every day is pushing that so-called correctness. They stopped caring whether the plot makes any sense a long time ago."
"Damn it, I wanted Jim Lee to draw my next solo issue. He always makes my butt look amazing."
Harley frowned, clearly unhappy. But after blowing a bubble, she laughed again. "Still, it doesn't matter.