"Sounds like you know Miss Quinn well? But I heard she's mentally ill."
The Latina beauty with poor social skills asked in confusion. She didn't know many people, but veterans who had debuted early, like Harley, had some notoriety—just a bad reputation, that was all.
"Mm, I never care whether the women I find have problems. No matter what, none of them are sicker than I am."
The shadowy Su Ming took a drag from his cigarette, looking over the quiet Central City at night as he considered how to stuff Mina into Barry's new home. The best method would probably be to act first and explain later.
"There's nothing wrong with being a little crazy. I get psychological pressure too. Being with a woman who loves to laugh is more relaxing."
Someone who had vanished into the Speed Force Plane suddenly reappeared one night more than a decade later and returned to her Lightning Rod's side—meaning Barry's bed. That was perfectly normal, right?
"Oh, I see. Then she's pretty lucky." Mina scratched her head and revealed a gentle smile. "You're Barry's friend, so you must be a good person. It's really touching that you can love Harley without caring about her past mistakes."
"Duang!"
Who knew what Mina was thinking, or what she was getting all worked up over? In any case, Deathstroke, holding the Golden Frying Pan, knocked her out with a single blow while she was completely off guard. He caught her soft body, gently rested her against a bench, and only then spoke to the unconscious woman.
"I think I'm a good person too. You really have an eye for people."
"Whoosh!"
The sound of soles scraping across the ground came from nearby, and a red streak suddenly appeared. The newcomer reached out, then immediately pulled