"Don't eat the sour radish!"
"Motherfucker!"
Harley Quinn shouted curses, but the crowd wasn't angry. They were even more excited.
"She looks so much like the real Harley Quinn!"
A fan screamed.
"What do you mean, 'looks like'? I am the real one!"
Harley Quinn shouted.
"Right, right, you are! Can we take a picture together?"
"No!"
Harley Quinn was furious.
No matter what she did, she couldn't prove she was the real one.
The main problem was that she wasn't like Kara. Kara could fly.
So when Kara took off in her Supergirl suit, everyone believed she was the real Supergirl.
Harley Quinn was different.
Everyone thought she was cosplaying.
In the end, Poison Ivy came to the rescue.
Her fans weren't nearly as crazy, but Poison Ivy realized someone was trying to grope her!
Furious, she took control of some plants and promptly hoisted the idiot into the air.
Only then did people realize this might actually be real, not cosplay!
But just as the crowd grew even more excited, S.H.I.E.L.D. arrived.
A group of agents quickly dispersed the crowd, then someone came down from above.
"We're with S.H.I.E.L.D. Sir, ladies, please come somewhere else so we can talk."
Ever since Gwen had returned, they'd changed their name to S.H.I.E.L.D. It was easier to remember.
Coulson, who looked like an honest man, said, "We've already contacted Gwen."
His eyes were on the only man there—the one calling the shots, Li Ang.
Anyone could see Li Ang was the one who mattered.
Li Ang looked at his goddaughters.
They exchanged a few words. "Then we'll meet Gwen and leave."
They didn't like being treated with such solemnity.
Although S.H.I.E.L.D. seemed to take them seriously, they knew what kind of organization it was.
In the comics they'd read, S.H.I.E.L.D. was