Watching Deathstroke hand out gifts to everyone, Diana felt a small surge of pride. Though she had always advocated that women should be independent, seeing her teammates' approval of and trust in her boyfriend made her happy as well.
Still, she did not quite understand. Today was not a holiday, and defeating Insomnia had been such an obvious victory for Deathstroke that there was nothing worth celebrating. Why was he giving everyone little gifts?
Could the celebration for defeating Old Man God have arrived a little late?
But this was not the first time she had failed to understand Deathstroke's behavior. Perhaps it was like Slade had once joked: secrets made men more manly. She thought men being like this was quite nice. There were indeed some things she did not need to know.
Feeling somewhat tired, she leaned against the corridor wall. Deathstroke's arrival reassured her greatly, but it also inevitably brought the fatigue rushing back.
"This sharkskin is for you, darling." There were not many people present, so the gifts were distributed quickly. Su Ming carried over a huge roll of sharkskin and came to her side, just in time to see her resting with her eyes closed. "Is something troublesome going on at Paradise Island? Did those dead old hags from the Amazon Council give you trouble again?"
Paradise Island's political system somewhat resembled ancient Sparta's. Though the Queen was ostensibly the leader and could basically be considered a dictator, the existence of the Council of Elders was likewise an important check on individual power.
Those old women never did any proper work. Sitting around on the island all day, seeing the world through a well, was what they did best. Whenever something happened, they nitpicked and found fault in everything. If Little Dai had not pleaded