I Want a Breakup!

Meanwhile, Venom found a black Lolita dress and went to the fitting room to change.

When she came out, Venom's mature and sophisticated figure instantly transformed into that of a charming young girl, and her black hair turned into silver twin tails that swayed gently with her movements.

"Brother, is it pretty?"

Venom called out to Kino in a sweet voice, a smile playing on her lips.

"You look beautiful, you're always the most beautiful."

Kino responded with a smile, his eyes full of affection.

"I only give this answer 82 points."

Venom crossed his arms, tilted his head slightly, and said, feigning displeasure.

"What about the remaining 18 points?"

Kino picked up where he left off.

Venom grinned slyly and whispered in Kino's ear, "I'll send it to you tonight in the '666' style."

After saying that, he winked at Kino.

Harley Quinn blinked in confusion, her gaze sweeping over Venom.

"Has that girl shrunk a bit? And her hair color looks a lot like mine."

"Harley, do you really think what you're experiencing is love?" Pamela asked sincerely, with a hint of worry in her eyes.

"Of course, my Little Red, I love the Joker, and the Joker loves me. Otherwise, why would he kill everyone else but not me? So this is love."

Harley's face was filled with a determined and obsessive expression, as if this were an unquestionable truth.

"Will your Joker take you sightseeing and outings? Space, ocean, mountains?"

Pamela looked directly into Harley's eyes, her tone serious.

"We saw the city at night while we were speeding."

Harley's voice softened slightly.

"Will he trust you and let you sit on his throne?"

"Yes, I often sit in his chair."

Harley's eyes began to dart away.

Will they give you money to spend as you please?

"Our relationship cannot be measured in money."

Harley's tone was no longer firm.

Will he protect you when you're in danger?

"... No need to bother him, I can handle all the problems."

Harley's voice grew softer and softer.

"Will I stay by your side and try to cheer you up when you have your period?"

"..."

Harley opened her mouth, but couldn't say a word.

Will he drop everything to come to your side when you need him?

"... That proves nothing. Your Little Pudding has also abandoned you, whining about other women. He doesn't love you."

Harley seemed to have been hit where it hurt, and began to fight back, trying to cover up her inner turmoil.

"But I said he did all those things with me, and... darling."

Pamela called out.

Kino, who was already prepared, appeared beside Pamela in an instant.

"What are your orders, my my Queen!"

Kino gave a slight bow, her eyes filled with tenderness.

Kiss me!

Without hesitation, Kino wrapped his arms around Pamela's waist and gave her a deep kiss. The two embraced tightly, as if everything around them had ceased to exist.

Harley was stunned by the sudden close-up attack, completely dumbfounded and at a loss for what to do.

"Phew... Okay, if you keep kissing me, I'm going to suffocate."

Pamela gently patted Kino and said breathlessly.

Kino smiled and said, "Today's is orange flavored."

Harley Quinn finally snapped out of her daze, her eyes gradually shifting from blank to angry and pained.

She walked silently to a corner, pulled out a baseball bat, and started smashing things like a madwoman.

The clothes racks in the store were smashed and tilted, and the glass windows were shattered, with shards scattered all over the floor.

She smashed things while yelling loudly, as if trying to vent all the grievances and resentment in her heart.

In the midst of this frantic act, Harley Quinn finally began to understand that the Joker did not love her, and tears uncontrollably streamed from her eyes, flowing down her face along with sweat and anger.

The store manager, looking bitter and helpless, hid under the counter, surveying the mess in the store.

Nothing is more important than life; she's gotten used to the chaos in Gotham.

When Harley Quinn finally calmed down and sat on the ground silently shedding tears, Pamela stepped forward and gently hugged her.

"Little Red, that jerk has been playing me for a fool, I want to break up with him!"

Harley Quinn clung to Pamela's waist, sobbing uncontrollably in her arms.

Kino went to the counter and dropped a large gold bar.

His girlfriend bears some responsibility for the store's current state, so she should provide some compensation.

And soon this place will be gone too.

Kino frowned as he looked at Harley Quinn, who was still crying and rubbing against Pamela's arms. He grabbed the collar around her neck and pulled her away.

He remembered a comic book episode where the two got married; he couldn't let Harley Quinn have any such thoughts.

Enraged by the sudden feeling of suffocation, Harley Quinn grabbed a stick, ready to smash whoever it was, regardless of who it was.

"We're going to find some fun, do you want to come along?" Kino said.

"Fun, I like fun."

Harley Quinn suddenly perked up, threw down her stick, and jumped up excitedly.

The sadness of the recent breakup vanished without a trace.

That's Harley Quinn for you—capricious and unpredictable.

The Robin in the car, seeing the three who hadn't appeared for a long time, couldn't help but feel a little anxious.

"I'll go check on the situation."

As Dick spoke, he opened the car door, got out, and casually walked towards the store entrance, pretending to be a passerby.

However, a casual glance caused his pupils to suddenly contract.

A man wearing an owl mask was holding a severed head in his hand; the head bore the face of the mysterious man who had appeared from the manor.

On the ground, two women lay in pools of blood. The gruesome sight made Dick catch his breath, and a chill ran down his spine.

The Owl Man dropped the head he was holding, picked up the knife, and walked towards the corner.

"Stop!"

Dick roared, drew his short stick swiftly, and charged toward the Owl Man.

The two clashed instantly, exchanging blows in close combat, producing a series of crisp impact sounds.

After several rounds, Dick had several cuts on his body, and his clothes were stained with blood.

Dick's short stick struck the Owl Man, who seemed oblivious to the pain and offered no defense.

Soon, Dick was kicked to the ground.

"Dick Grayson, you should have been one of us."

The Owl Man's dry voice rang out, a voice that seemed to come from a deep cave, as if he hadn't spoken in a long time, carrying an eerie dullness.

What do you mean by that?

Dick Grayson glared angrily, enduring the pain.

"You'll find out, Bruce Wayne isn't the first."

The Owl Man raised his knife, the blade gleaming coldly in the dim light.