Spider-Man and the other two found Harley at the children's shelter.
By then, Harley had grown plump and rosy-cheeked. Tilting up her flushed little face, she said to the director, "Please, Mr. Pence, don't find me another adoptive family. I really can't stand them!"
"That couple who came yesterday squawked like parrots. The two ladies from the day before loved telling terrible jokes, and one family already had five children but still wanted to adopt. Why don't you just send me back to where I used to live?"
Director Pence said, "People want to adopt you because they like how clever you are."
"Oh, please. It's because I'm the fattest. They don't like those skinny little kids. But have they considered that if I could put on thirty pounds in the Slums, can they really handle me?"
Director Pence sighed as well. He patted Harley's head and said, "I've been wondering how you managed it too. The children who came in at the same time as you run whenever they see you, as though you might eat them."
Harley rolled her eyes and said nothing. Then she turned and spotted Spider-Man's group. At a glance, she recognized Damian, whom she had spent the most time with. Almost no one could imitate that gloomy aura around him.
Harley immediately rushed over, planted her hands on her hips, and raised her voice. "The shelter workers said they were going out to sweep the streets today. I was wondering which unlucky idiots had been picked up this time. So it was you guys."
Then she clicked her tongue a few times, looked Spider-Man and the others up and down, and said, "How did you starve yourselves into this state? Don't tell me you were hanging around those streets in the east? There's nothing