She explained the situation to Deadpool in the simplest terms, at least not with the kind of seemingly omnipotent, catch-all answer Batwoman would give.
Deadpool, meanwhile, was already teary-eyed. The diamond-shaped lenses on his mask now looked like spinning fried eggs hanging on his face, and he sniffled as he spoke.
"Boohoo, I'm touched. So touched. Harley, starting today, you've officially risen to first place on my cousin's girlfriend rankings. From now on, I'll be your nodding general."
Temporarily, Deadpool added in his heart.
If Gin or Diana had been standing before him, he definitely would not have put it that way. Of course, compared to Wonder Woman, Wade still found crazy Harley easier to deal with and more approachable.
"Shut up, you stinking piece of shit! Hahaha!" Harley laughed and kicked him, shaking her head as she pulled out a remote and dimmed the lights in the room. "I don't care about any stupid rankings. I'm an independent, self-reliant modern woman. I've never considered relying on men for anything other than money."
Yes, she had deliberately turned the lights in the room up as bright as possible just to mess with Deadpool. Seeing Batwoman appear in such glaring light had surely shocked him, right?
And it had. Deadpool's expression just now, with his eyes and mouth stretched as wide as they could go, had already been captured on her phone.
"Uh, so that's how it is, right?" Deadpool rubbed his butt and nodded with satisfaction. Since both Batwoman and Harley were here, the Pal%Ai beside them was probably trustworthy. "By the way, how many days have you been here? It isn't one hundred and fifty million years, is it?"
"We arrived three hours ago," Batwoman answered. Then, perhaps feeling that was not precise enough, she added, "Three hours here."