Eugene looked at Ivy, who was also confused by her male identity, and for a moment did not know what to think, so he passed the poison ivy woman, went straight to the sofa, and sat down.
The sofa here is a little dirty, there are a lot of dark red caked, and the dark stain left by the dry wine, these marks in the colored light, make it more like a nightclub, sitting on it, the black and yellow armor and its color is not quite match.
'Let's exchange information, then. What did the jester tell you about the bat hunt? Then I'll tell you about me. '
He looked at Hallie, hoping for some concrete news.
She looked back at him. She was curious that no man had ever been so close to her. But when the question came up, her expression changed, as if she were about to cry.
"Well, then it's a long story...."
Harry agreed, and then, whether Eugene was going to listen or not, she began to talk in a steady stream of mournful tones about her relationship with the jester and the things he had been thinking about her ever since he first saw a bat years ago.
Anyway, in her stories, the pure and kind little Harley also wants to play with them, but is always bullied by the bad bats. As a good friend of Harley, Ms. J doesn't care at all. She even wants to play with the bats alone without Harley.
This makes Harley feel confused and wronged, but she is a strong woman, so she gritted her teeth and persevered.
...
Eugene realized that Harley had a plan of her own. If he hadn't read enough DC comics and movies to realize that Harley Quinn was not only a famous lunatic, but also an expert in torture and psychology, he would have thought he was talking to some princess from a Disney fairy tale.
Pure and beautiful and kind, strong and optimistic and smart, anyway to her mouth, she and the jester is the world's most perfect two women, and Batwoman is hanging upside down under the roof of the stalking pervert female, not only very insidious, but also always move on the jester, eyes are always squint.
In her narration, there is almost no useful information. In addition to letting Eugene know the process of the acquaintance between Harley and the jester in the minus 11 universe, everything else is Harley's memories and opinions on things.
Not only is she telling the story, but she is constantly trying to find synesthesia in the conversation, where Eugene shares her views or perceptions, trying to piece together his personality analysis.
Beneath her wacky exterior, Harlee was never short of wit. The combination of psychiatrist and psychopath makes her doubly happy.
"Well, let me just jump in here and say you don't have to try. I'm the death Knell from PI's parallel universe, so my brain is also much faster than normal, so you can save yourself from profiling me psychologically."
When Eugene sees that Harley is still about to tell him the story of her and the jester playing with the Penguin people, he immediately interrupts her, too much time has passed, and it seems that the stories have no end at all.
He flexes his stiff neck and looks over his shoulder to see that Cindy and Ivy are somehow sitting on the other couch, drinking wine and enjoying themselves.
Well, it seems that even in the feminist world, women's habit of gossiping still exists.
"Oh oh, it's a parallel universe." Without a trace, Haley switches the subject, dropping her mind game: "It's kind of boring.... I thought that was the kind of relationship you had with her in matching outfits."
With that, Harley vaguely stuck out her little finger and ticked it in the air to indicate that it was the one.
"None of you seem surprised to hear about parallel universes. Was the last syndicate invasion such a big deal?"
Eugene didn't pick her up at all, and the previous topic, whether admitted or denied, would be taken away by Harlee, led by a madman who would never get the answer he was looking for.
"Yeah, put on quite a show for us, hee hee." Hallie jumped up lightly, spun in a circle in the air, and made a curtain call like a ballerina. "Even though the main battlefield was Metropolis, the explosion, the fire, the blast, the Gotham, it was so beautiful, I thought I could hear the desperate screams of its inhabitants."
Cindy spreads her hands, which means, look, she's crazy.
Eugene, with no emotion, suddenly said, "So now you're happy to know that the world is going to end?"
"Well, that's right." Harry laughed and nodded like a schoolboy being praised by a teacher. "Why do you think we're celebrating here?"
Eugene smiled in his heart and made a plan. As expected, he got a message from Harley, she knew that the earth was going to be destroyed.
"Wait, you asked me to celebrate this?" Ivy suddenly stood up, looking at Harley in disbelief and wanting to rip her ass off.
"Huh? Haven't I told you? Little Pudding told me the world was going to end, and we were all going to die. '
Harry cocked her head and looked at Ivy, puzzled. Had she really forgotten to say it?
"You just say there is no one at home, ask me to accompany you hi, the result is because the world is destroyed? How do you expect my plants to survive when the earth is gone?"
Ivy cried disapprovingly that she could not care about her own death, but the plant had to live. Harley ran over, distressed, and smiled and touched Ivy's smooth back, smoothing her like a cat's fur:
"Well, we're all going to die anyway, so when you're dead, you won't see the plants die, so you won't be sad, will you?"
Such crazy talk was obviously of little comfort, and Ivy just squinted at her.
Eugene then asks, "Don't you have a spaceship or something? It would be nice to live in outer space."
Among DC's many worlds, there are not only spaceships, but also aliens. The Justice League's space station, also known as Watchtower, is in geosynchronous orbit.
As a result, his question elicits a unanimous response from the three women:
"What's a spaceship?" X3
Although the tone and pitch are different, it is clear that such things do not exist in their cognition.
"emmm... A ship that can take people through the atmosphere to live outside the Earth." Eugene forced a wave of explanation.
Cindy and Ivy looked at him strangely, but Harley's eyes lit up with relief, as if she had met a soulmate.
"I knew it. Ships can fly. Hee hee hee, I'm not crazy!"
What does it say about being passed off as a kindred spirit by a guy who is clearly nuts?
It turns out that in this Amazon-ruled world, everything is still according to their paradise-island, they believe more in the power of the gods, and as for science, it is only a lie to fool the common people.
The earth is the center of the universe, so why leave it? And as long as you cultivate hard, you can fly on your own ability.
Can science make you immortal? Can science keep you young forever? What science can't do, God can.
18, So the world, even there is no airplane, really want to fly.... A magic flying carpet?
For Eugene, the news makes people toothache, no wonder the earth minus 11 finally perished in the tsunami, all this is in the calculation of Barbatos, he must be looking for there is no aircraft here, for Labris into the dark, the world as a catalyst.
Eugene they are now trying to cut off the fuse that ignited the explosive pack, but there is no clue at present, as the key Bliss does not know where to go, all planning is in vain.
"No, I can't just sit back and do nothing. The earth is destroyed and the plants are dead. I have to do something."
Instead of indulging in Hallie's sweet talk and joining her in a beautiful, warm death, Ivy decides she's going to struggle.
"By the way, you say you're from a parallel universe, can you go back? Take me and the plants there to hide."
"That's a good idea, but I can't even go back myself."
Eugene said the dilemma quickly, if he could run, he would have persuaded Cindy to run away together, the earth minus 11 is his bird matter? Now the problem is that he can't get off the ship that will sink.
Ivy's hopes faded and she thought hard again. She looked over her shoulder at Harley, who was idly playing with her hair, as if what everyone was saying had nothing to do with her.
"By the way, did the jester tell you how this destruction came about?"
'No, but she was serious, so it must have been true.'
I don't know how Harley could tell from the jester's messy letter that she was serious. Anyway, she knew about the Earth Pill, but how, she didn't know.
'Because of the war, I suppose? Those underwater terrorists have been at war with the Amazonian Council for a long time. ' Ivy leaned on Harlee, the world's most famous environmental terrorist. She was a little unnerved. "This kind of war is not something we can stop. Using weapons of mass destruction will destroy the world. The jester must have foreseen this."
Harley touches her head with satisfaction, picks up a leaf from Ivy's hair, and tries to put it on her own head, but no matter how it matches, it is not very harmonious, and it does not have the beauty of nature. Instead, it is like a leaf falling on her head:
"I guess so, but anyway, I'm curious about what it's like to be dead. I want to experience it."
Eugene shook his head as the two of them began to play again.
"You guys have fun. We're going. By the way, it's the flood that kills the world."
With that, he grabbed Cindy, grabbed a bag of chips from the table, and Shiran left, waiting until tomorrow when they were sober, maybe a little more serious when they were dealing with the mutilated bodies downstairs.
Cindy, clutching her helmet, was dragged along for a few steps, Harley and Ivy whispering behind her.
"The Great Flood, is it Apocalypse? "Ivy asked.
"Uh-huh, the one Noah paddled on." "Hallie replied, befuddled.
"It's the ark, silly." Ivy.
"Hum, I'm not stupid, bite you." Harlee.
The two of them are laughing and joking on the sofa again. Harry doesn't care if it's dead, while Ivy relakes because she knows it's going to be a flood. Technically, seaweed and seaweed are plants, and as long as there are plants, she doesn't care if she dies.
Cindy sighed and walked back into the hallway with Eugene, frustrated that the music was still blaring behind her:
"What are we gonna do now? There really isn't a clue left."
Eugene took out a rope and tied it to a pipe next to him. Testing its strength, he pulled the rope and jumped out the window. The cold rain made his blood cold again.
In fact, the red and green environment is just a hypnosis of her own, and the threat of death is always wrapped around their heads.
The car is destroyed, and the two can only walk and talk.
"You said you went to the Batcave, but did you go to Wayne's House?" Eugene asked Cindy, looking around for any transportation he could find.
"Of course, it's not just her. Her old housekeeper is gone, too."
'Could she have been kidnapped?
'No, security is still intact. All the rooms are in perfect order. There's no sign of a struggle. She left on her own, with her housekeeper.'
"In her Batcave, there's a system for monitoring all of Gotham. Ever try it?"
"Then we'll need two of her eyes and one of her palms to activate the system."
They had walked a long way, and were getting closer and closer to getting out of the circus territory, but there was still no good idea. Just then Eugene finds a way to get around.
It was a pile of unicycles, piled up against the wall in the rain, their cold metal glowing.
They were presumably the property of the circus, probably owned by the same lunatics that Eugene and his men had killed when they arrived, not far from the encounter.
No matter what world the clown gang is in, these people like to do something fancy when they kill, like riding a unicycle and spraying the crowd with apples on their heads.
"You know how to ride one of these?" Eugene pulls two out of the metal pile, one in each hand.
Cindy took it and gave it a try. It wobbled at first, but she soon got over it. With Deathstroke's physical fitness and mental balance, learning to ride a unicycle takes only a dozen seconds.
Eugene soon realized the same thing. Not only did it move very smoothly, but now even if you gave him a few little balls or apples, he could throw a ball at the same time.
The unicycle, driven by the extraordinary strength of the two men, moved not much slower than the car, its only drawback being that it had no windshield and the rain was pouring down on both of them.
Skin feels the coldness of the armor, and the thick, promethium metal is ever so reliable, but the black-and-yellow armor is also constantly sucking his temperature, as if it's meant to change him from the inside into an icy person.
"Now can we talk about your destination? If so, you don't know our way here." Cindy walked alongside him, reminding him now.
"Uh, you're right." Eugene, of course, doesn't know the roads of Gotham, and he can't even tell where Batgirl's home and business are: "We now know that Bliss has run off with Alfred, which means he has plans to take his family and friends with him, but one of these people is definitely not going with him."
"You mean....?" Cindy nodded slightly, her mask's red one-eye glinting under the streetlight.
Confirming her conjecture, Eugene looked at the shrinking black figures in the alley beside the road and pulled out his gun to scare them. "We're going to find him right now, and then we're going to make a big story and force the bats to come out and rescue them."
"Oh, I like this plan, the previous move is too small man, here, follow me."