"Wow, looks like you found me a big one."
In the massive underground prison, Harley stared in amazement at the monster covered in green scales. She clicked her tongue in wonder, then waved at the crocodile man whose entire body was locked down in steel. "To be honest, we're practically hometown folks."
After all, Arkham was full of talent. Both Harley and the crocodile man had studied at Arkham Asylum, so they counted as fellow "alumni."
"Harley?"
Seeing a former schoolmate in this damned place, Killer Croc was clearly delighted. He excitedly shook his body, bared his huge mouth, and shouted, "Quick, Harley! Let's work together and turn this place upside down, then bite off that woman Amanda's head!"
The moment he said that, not only did the nearby soldiers wear strange expressions, even Amanda herself darkened.
Discussing how to kill her right in front of her—this damned Killer Croc really was a brainless idiot.
She warily glanced at Harley, who seemed to be staring blankly at the ceiling with her mind elsewhere. Shaking the remote control in her hand, Amanda said, "I advise you to put out any thoughts you shouldn't be having."
She looked at the soldiers behind her, and they immediately understood, carefully using iron chains to bind Killer Croc's sharp jaws shut.
"And your second teammate, Captain Boomerang."
Amanda clapped her hands. Soon, a man in prison uniform was shoved into the prison hall by two soldiers, looking thoroughly displeased as he grumbled, "I'm at least a second-rate villain. You people won't even give me basic respect? Why didn't you put handcuffs and shackles on me?"
Amanda coldly stared at Captain Boomerang. "No, you don't count as second-rate. At most, you're third-rate."
"Fine, you black bitch, you really know how to hurt a man with words."