"I know you want to laugh at me, so go ahead and laugh. Howard Stark, the greatest scientist, billionaire, and handsomest rich man in New York, can't even find someone who truly loves him. Hahahaha."
After landing, Howard spoke to Deathstroke with a blank expression, though his tone carried an indescribable grief.
"Broken?" Su Ming pinched his chin as if talking to himself.
"Hey, I'm not mentally ill. I just want to ask you, how can I find a wife?" Howard folded his arms and asked with an annoyed eye roll.
Su Ming shook his head and led him up the mountain. "I'm a mercenary, not a psychologist. I don't provide counseling services."
"No, I'm not asking Deathstroke. I'm asking my old friend, Slade." Howard became serious, and even his mustache drooped.
Su Ming turned to glance at him. He wasn't surprised that Howard had figured it out. After all, any intelligent person of this era had to include Howard.
"When did you find out?"
"You never intended to hide it from me. The business card, the phone number, showing up at the right time, the Brotherhood of the Shield—those were all clues. Why?" Howard caught up with him. He had no idea why Deathstroke had brought him out into the wilderness, but he knew he wasn't in any danger.
If all of America was currently in chaos, then Deathstroke's side was instead the safest place to be.
"Maybe because you're smart enough to know what should and shouldn't be said," Su Ming replied blandly.
"No, I'm asking why I can't find a wife." Howard waved him off, seemingly having no interest whatsoever in Deathstroke's true identity as he continued dwelling on his own problem. "I'm almost forty. Why is it so hard to find a woman who isn't with