Just then, she noticed there was someone else in the room. Under the hallucinatory lights, she could still make out the silhouette clad in armor, a striking combination of black and yellow—the most famous warning colors in nature.
The person kept watching them from the darkness, the single red eye on the helmet reflecting a sinister glow. Even Harley couldn't help but blurt out:
"Uh-oh..."
Indeed, having Deathstroke, a world-renowned assassin, show up at anyone's home is never a good thing.
"Deathstroke? Why are you in my house?"
Harley shook her head, her face flushed, looking like she had drunk quite a bit.
"I need the answer to a question, and maybe you know it." Cindy didn't bother with pleasantries, directly stating her demand: "I'm looking for the Bat. Where is she?"
"Everyone's looking for the Bat. What's so great about that annoying Bat..." Harley didn't answer but ran to the couch to embrace another person, as if seeking comfort.
Su Ming stepped out from behind Cindy and quietly said, "It seems the Jester sent her to look too, likely in the same situation as us."
"Can't we just storm into Arkham to find out directly?" Cindy frowned beneath her mask. Since they thought the Jester knew, why not just ask clearly?
"No need. The Jester doesn't know; my previous judgment was wrong." Su Ming calmly overturned his previous thought, watching Harley rolling around on the couch from afar: "If the task you received was vague or incomprehensible, perhaps the Jester intended it that way. But Harley is someone she trusts, and even she doesn't know now, indicating the Jester gave her the same needle-in-a-haystack task as ours."
Cindy nodded slightly: "So that's why you sought out Harley first, to determine if the Jester knows about the Bat? Indeed, Harley is easier to figure out than the Jester."
Such praise wouldn't make Su Ming smug, as the situation was at an impasse.
In a comic Su Ming had read, there was no part about Briss Vane's disappearance. The comic scene just depicted her hiding in a secret base, watching the Sea Queen land for peace talks through a big screen, then concluding the talks were a guise and going to ambush Queen Arthur, causing a series of chain reactions.
But Cindy had already been to the Bat Cave, and it wasn't there. Where could this secret base be?
No clues, they say a clever rabbit has three burrows, but Batwoman is much slyer than a rabbit.
If they waited for Briss to show herself, it would be too late. Su Ming had no idea how Briss mingled with Arthur amidst millions of troops and managed to kill her smoothly.
Even knowing Atlantis would attack Paradise Island, he didn't know when or how; the best chance was to intercept Batwoman in Gotham.
His foresight was limited; the comic scenes were too vague to be clues.
Only then did Harley remember she had to deal with Deathstroke. She got up, shouting with her hair all messy:
"I don't know where the Bat is, you're looking in the wrong place! Uh, wait, why are there two Deathstrokes?" Harley rubbed her eyes and looked up again, still seeing two, making her mouth gape widely: "Either I drank too little, or I drank too much… Oh no, I forgot Ms. J asked me to find the Bat, she'll hate me!"
It was as if she sobered up suddenly, remembering what she had been waiting for all these days—not to indulge waiting for the world's end, not for the chaos in the human world, but for the Bat to find her.
"Emmm... Did the Bat come or not..."
She propped her chin, tilting her head, trying hard to recall, but had been partying too hard these days, spinning like a top on the dance floor, how could she have noticed if Batwoman had been there?
"Hey, couldn't you remind me or something?" Thinking for a long time with no result, Harley smacked the sofa person, feigning anger.
"You never told me about it, how could I remind you?"
The voice on the sofa sounded both amused and exasperated, but the tone suggested she was a very lively beauty, her words always tinged with charm and sweetness.
Cindy leaned in to Su Ming's ear and whispered: "If things go south, be ready to retreat, I didn't bring herbicide this time."
However, the person on the sofa leapt up as if electrified, turned Harley around, and stared at the two by the door with a blank face.
Now Su Ming saw her attire clearly. Specifically, she wore nothing but leaves, with green leaves and vines covering her private parts, the semi-revealed posture like nature itself had only dressed her in underwear.
Slender arms, slim thighs, flat belly, and a smooth back all exposed. The purple, glossy eyeshadow and lip gloss, plus the flower-adorned, naturally tousled red wavy hair, kept her exuding an alluring vibe.
It was Poison Ivy, Harley's good friend, a renowned botanist, a fervent environmentalist, and a big problem in Gotham City.
Calling her an environmentalist, it's more like a plant protectionist. She doesn't care how dirty the air is, as long as it doesn't hinder photosynthesis; doesn't care how dirtied the water is, as long as it doesn't affect her watering flowers. In short, even if Gotham had a nuclear explosion, as long as it didn't harm her precious plants, it wouldn't matter.