Harlee had lost count of the number of nights she was partying.
The other day her dearest little pudding had brought her a letter from Arkhamto. The envelope was cluttered with incomprehensible language and symbols, and there were many lip marks in red, blood-like marks.
But she knew it was true, that it was a way of communication that only they could use, like a code or a secret, a secret that belonged to them, and it filled her with sweetness every time she thought of it.
As the timid prison guard placed the letter in her hands and screamed as she ran out of the circus enclosure, Harley held the thin sheet of paper to her chest with joy on her face and circled the room joyously.
It had been more than half a year since the jester had been captured in Arkham by the bat, and Harry missed her very much.
When the letter arrived, she remembered the joy she had felt as a child when she got Christmas presents, the first time she ate chocolate, the first time she wore high heels.
Such was her joy that she had forgotten that she was going to kill the messenger with a sledgehammer, when she had planned to sneak into Arkham disguised as a prison guard to save the jester.
With one hand she gently twisted the ends of her hair, as shy as a young girl in love, while with the other she took a kitchen knife out of nowhere and eagerly opened the envelope.
Unfortunately, her happiness stopped when she opened the letter. The words on the page made her cry out. No! It's not true!" "Or something like that.
This is what the jester wrote in his letter:
"Dear little pumpkin, how are you? I have good news to tell you. The world is coming to an end. We are all going to die! Are you happy? '
'Oh, death, what a wonderful word! I am dressed and ready for my appointment!'
"I ate a shrivelled roast goose today, and you?"
"My Mr. Ladle hasn't been talking to me much lately."
"Can you bring a bat to visit me before you die? I'd rather die with her. You can take a cab home by yourself."
"Well, that's it, as soon as possible."
Although the paper can not see the jester's signature crazy laughter, but from the sloppy handwriting and the content of the preface does not match the words, she is still her.
The scrawled handwriting is punctuated with bizarre doodles that look like her smiling face, and there are dried-up marks like snot or saliva on the paper, which seem to indicate that the jester is very happy while writing.
But Harley, the recipient of the letter, is not happy.
This was the message she had been waiting for, and it made her sad.
Though she knew we were all going to die, it made her kind of happy that she could appreciate the ultimate chaos in the face of death...
All in all, mixed emotions.
The jester is still full of stinky bats in the end, as if he were a chauffeur or an errand boy, clearly agreed to be each other's snacks, said the little pumpkin and little pudding will always be together...
A giggling Harley lets off some steam by setting fires and smashing objects inside the house. But in the end she did what the jester told her to do. Who said they were good sisters?
Harley had never doubted her for a moment, for a little thing like the end of the world. It must be true.
Not only herself, but also the circus is sent out to look for traces of bats in Gotham City.
However, the usual methods fail, and no matter how much chaos they create in the city, only boring police arrive, but Batgirl never shows up.
For three nights in a row, Harry went out to make trouble as if she were going to work as soon as it got dark. It was only at dawn that she came back tired, but the bat seemed to be missing, and there was no shadow at all.
"Maybe it was a vacation abroad, but I sometimes wanted to go to Paris or somewhere else."
Hallie has left large signs on rooftops and other places where bats are common, each with cartoon fingers pointing in the direction of her home, knowing that the bat will smell her.
Then she came back here and waited every night for the bats to arrive.
At first, it was only a million or a million! Said and so on, but it is too easy to fall asleep, Harry felt that this is not ok, so bats have come to their own do not know.
So the next day, became a drink while one million ~ million \ small! Say.
On the third day, it turned into dancing and drinking.
By and by, she seemed to forget her original purpose, and instead made a new habit of celebrating the coming destruction of the earth by reveling every evening.
The circus people, however, did not dare to play with Harley, nor did they like being hit on the head with a hammer.
This made her feel lonely, so she called her best friends to stay here and party twenty-four hours a day.
The jester in the asylum, however, is frantic in her wait. She doesn't know what's going on outside, why Harley hasn't brought the bat yet, but laughs more hysterically in her room.
A few days later, a mysterious tape is taken from her room by a prison guard and handed over to Deathstroke, and Cindy is tasked with finding the bat. This is what happened before Eugene and Cindy met.
...
Holding the pole, Hallie breathlessly locked eyes with the person on the couch. Then they both laughed. Hallie's legs went limp with laughter and she threw herself awkwardly toward the couch, as if she wanted to have a rough time with her friend.
It was then that she realized there was someone else in the room, still visible in the psychedelic light, dressed in armor and black and yellow, nature's most recognizable warning colors.
The figure had been watching them in the dark, the red eye on his helmet reflecting ominously, when even Harry blurted out:
"Uh-oh..."
True, as a world-renowned assassin, Deathstroke's presence in no one's house is a good thing.
"Deathstroke? Why are you in my house? '
Hallie shook her head, her face flushed and she looked like she'd had a lot to drink.
"I need an answer to a question. Maybe you'll know it." Cindy didn't cut her any favors. She asked, "I need a bat. Where is she?"
"You have to look for bats, what's so good about stinky bats..." Harry didn't answer, but ran to the sofa and hugged the other person, as if seeking comfort.
Eugene stepped out from behind Cindy and whispered, "Looks like the jester sent her looking for him, just like us."
"Can't we just go down to Arkham and find out?" Cindy frowned under her mask. If you think the jester knows, you might as well go and find out.
"No, the jester doesn't know. I made a mistake in judgment." Eugene calmly overthrows his previous thoughts and watches Harley roll around on the couch from a distance. "If the task you were given was vague, or you couldn't understand it, then the jester may have done it on purpose. But Harley is someone she trusts, and now even Harley doesn't know, which means that the jester gave her the same task as us -- to find the needle in the haystack."
Cindy nodded slightly. "So that's why you came to Harley first, to see if the jester knew about the bat? Indeed, Harley knows better than the jester."
This praise did not flatter Eugene, for things were now at an impasse.
In the comics that Eugene had seen, there was no such thing as the disappearance of Brieswein. Instead, she was seen hiding in a hidden base, watching the Sea Queen land on a large screen to negotiate peace. She then concluded that the negotiations were a sham and ambushed Queen Arthur, setting off a chain reaction.
But Cindy had already been to the Batcave. If it wasn't there, where could this secret base be?
I don't have a clue, but Batgirl is far more cunning than rabbit.
By the time Bliss jumps out on her own, it will be too late. Eugene has no idea how Bliss got to Arthur's side in the army of millions and successfully killed her.
In other words, even if he knows that Atlantis will attack Paradise Island, but he does not know when and how it will be, the only way to stop Batgirl is in Gotham.
His prescience is limited, and the scenes in the comics are too general to be a clue.
Harlee then remembered that she had Death Knell to deal with. She got up, her hair matted, and cried:
"I don't know where the bat is, you've got the wrong place! ... Er, wait, why are there two death knells?" Harley looked down and rubbed her eyes, then looked up again, but there were two more, causing her little mouth to open wide: "I either had too little or too much... Damn, I forgot Ms. J told me to look for bats. She's going to hate me!"
As if suddenly sober, Harley remembered what she had been waiting for all these days, not to eat and drink and wait for the end, not to wait for the chaos of the human drama, but to wait for the bats to come to her.
"emmm... Have the bats ever come?...."
She cradles her chin and tilts her little head to try to remember, but it's been so much fun these days that when she spins around the dance floor like a top, how can she even notice if Batgirl has been there?
"Hey, you didn't even bother to remind me," she said. After thinking fruitlessly, Harry raised her hand and slapped the man on the sofa as if she were angry.
"You never told me about this. How can I remind you?"
The person on the couch may not sound laughing or crying, but from the voice and tone of voice, she must be a very hot beauty, and even she usually speaks with charm and sweetness.
Cindy then leaned into Eugene's ear and whispered, "If things get ugly, get ready to go. I didn't bring any weed killer this time."
But the man on the couch jumps up as if he's been electrocuted, turns around with his arms around Harley, and stares blankly at the door.
Eugene could see what she was wearing. To be exact, she was wearing nothing but leaves. The green leaves and vines covered her vital parts in a half-naked manner, as if nature had only clothed her in her underwear.
Her slender arms, slender thighs, flat stomach and smooth back are all exposed to the air. Her purple, dewy eyeshadow and lip gloss, and her long red wavy hair, which was naturally draped with flowers, made her seductive at all times.
Ivy the Poison Ivy, Harley's best friend, famous botanist, avid environmentalist, and a major problem for Gotham City.
Call her an environmentalist rather a plant conservationist, who doesn't care how dirty the air is as long as it doesn't interfere with plant photosynthesis; Or how dirty the water is, as long as it doesn't affect her watering the flowers. Anyway, if there's a nuclear bomb going off in Gotham, it doesn't matter as long as it doesn't affect her precious plants.
Unlike other psychopaths, Poison Ivy Woman is a true metahuman who can create, spawn, and command any plant to do her bidding, from summoning giant vines to tear up buildings, to seeding a city full of flowers with deadly poison, to infecting people with tiny, deadly spores.
On top of that, she's highly intelligent, holds multiple doctorates, and all of her bodily fluids are poisonous, with varying effects, and can control people's minds, drive them crazy, and even cause them to die in sweet dreams.
She has been modified by plants and toxins to become a rapid regenerative, and even if mortally wounded, she can sprout and grow again by burying her in earth and watering her with water.
In the comic book world, even the parallel worlds of Superman are under her control, and the only one of the worlds known to be immune to this mind-controlling venom is the New 52 Batman.
Batman's firm will makes him not be manipulated, but his mortal body is not immune to other toxins. Many times in the comics, Batman is poisoned by poison Ivy woman, and his life is on the brink of death, only to be saved by Butler Chivalrous and Robin to create an antidote.
Without preparation, Cindy will certainly feel bad when she suddenly encounters Poison Ivy Woman such a real superpower, and it is better to leave quickly.
And when Cindy said herbicide, it was like pointing at a monk and yelling bald donkey, hitting her in the face.
"How was it heard?" Cindy was surprised and moved her hand slowly toward the weapon.
"All the lighting effects here, the lights around our heads, are controlled by the vines, and the poison ivy woman can rely on them to conduct tiny vibrations and hear everything we say."
Eugene, however, did not touch the weapon. Instead, he stood in Cindy's way, explaining to her by opening his palms to the Poison Ivy and Harlee to show no hostility.
"The other Deathstroke was right. Sound is a kind of vibration."
The Poison ivy woman relaxed a little, several small snake-like vines retracted over her, and she did not want to fight Deathstroke if she could help it, let alone two.
"Our employer is also Ms. J, so we're all looking for bats for the same reason, so why don't we sit down and have something to eat together?"
Actually, Eugene and Cindy's search for bats now has nothing to do with Jester's mission and everything to do with saving Earth-11, but there's no need to talk to Harley and her friends about that.
His brain races, then he takes off his helmet.
Because Hallie is not his opponent, the threat is only from the poison ivy woman, and her attack methods are not helmet can defend against, it is better to take off the face to identify people, divert their attention, but also ease the current tense situation.
Because this is Earth minus 11, the male super villain, probably only himself.
"Male? !"
'A man?
As he had expected, Harlee and Ivy, the poison Ivy woman, both cried out when he showed his true colors.
"HMMMM." Cindy snorted cold, also took off the helmet, walked to Eugene's side, in addition to the gender is different, different looks, the two are exactly the same.
The same blind eye, the same armor and weapons, the same aesthetic level.
Except the style of doing things is different.
Hallie plopped down on the couch and looked from Cindy to Eugene, her big eyes full of curiosity.
"Well, now we're interested in your story, and as for finding bats, we can't find them, can we? I can't squeeze one out of Plasticine and send it to Ms. J?"