The Fastest Finishing Joker

As strange phenomena appeared in the sky, it seemed as if some moment had arrived.

"Now," the old man's voice turned shrill, "focus all your will! Think of him! Think of Joker! Think of his laugh, his madness, every expression, every moment you spent together! Pour your desire, your love, your madness, all of it into this connection!"

"You are the bridge! You are the fuse! Let his existence follow your thoughts and your blood into a new

dwelling!" he roared at Harley Quinn.

"Okay!"

Harley knelt at the edge of the ritual array and squeezed her eyes shut, ignoring the stinging in her palm and the increasingly thick stench in the air, like sulfur mixed with rotting flesh.

She threw herself into it completely, until only Joker remained in her mind.

Joker's twisted smile, his mad dance, the cold fingers on her shoulder when he held her, the heart-stopping look in his eyes when he turned back to her in the firelight of an explosion—

All those memories, all those emotions, all that mad attachment turned into a blazing, chaotic torrent that surged out of her.

Following that invisible connection, it pounced toward the center of the ritual array.

The temperature in the basement plunged. Candle flames swayed wildly, casting layers of ghostly shadows. The peeling murals on the walls seemed to come alive, twisting and writhing. The unconscious vagrant began convulsing violently, foaming at the mouth, strange clicking sounds coming from his throat. Joker's corpse, however, remained cold and stiff, without the slightest movement.

"Not enough! It's still not enough!" Worm Prophet screamed, his eyes flashing with an inhuman light in the candle glow. "Deeper! Stronger! Abandon all boundaries! Let him become you, and let you become him!"

Harley let out a hoarse roar, as if she were