At Batman's shout, Charles breathed a sigh of relief.
Calculate ballistic trajectories? I can't do that! I don't even know how to use that communicator you made. Which button starts it?!
"Polka dots could very well affect the bomb," Batman said. "Nothing can touch the bomb. We can't risk it exploding!"
He stepped forward. "Listen, Miss Quinn, we can talk this out. If you detonate the bomb here, you won't be able to survive either..."
"Nawinawi!" Amanda's furious roar came through the earpiece. "Take down that damned lunatic!"
Batman couldn't take it anymore. He tore off his earpiece and hurled it to the ground, then shouted at Shark King, "Don't go over there! That's a bomb!"
Shark King had already assumed a charging stance. Harley had been about to run, but when she heard the word "bomb," she seemed to remember something and stopped.
"Me, roar roar roar! Bomb, BOOM! Us, ahhh, right?" Shark King said, gesturing as he spoke.
"Exactly right!" Pamela extended a Vines tendril around Shark King's shoulders and handed him a baobab fruit. The vine even patted his head as though soothing a child.
Good thing he didn't charge over there, Pamela thought in relief. Harley doesn't stand a chance against Shark King. And he can't be reasoned with, nor would he hold back like Batman. If he really charged over, wouldn't Harley get swallowed whole?
"Hehe! Shark, tree-tree, good good!" Shark King called out with a wide grin.
But Pamela soon realized she had relaxed too early. Amanda's voice sounded through the earpiece again:
"Revenge Demon! Use your power against her!"
The moment those words came out, everyone was stunned—playing with fire in front of a bomb two stories tall?!
Damn it, now it really was the Suicide Squad!
The crucial thing was that Harley