"Ladies and gentlemen, do you know what the funniest joke I've ever heard is?"
Harley Quinn, dressed in a women's suit with heavy foundation caked onto her face, lipstick painted on her left hand, and a microphone in her right, paced across the stage as she watched the lively scene below.
The prisoners in orange uniforms had bound all the police officers into tape-wrapped caterpillars.
Then they had hauled them up to the ceiling with ropes and stuck several colorful balloons onto them.
This was Gotham Police Headquarters. Of course, the scene here looked more like a Gothic cathedral from a movie, only darker, as though filtered through a grim lens.
After Harley Quinn drove a car through Blackgate Prison.
Gotham erupted into chaos. In this restless city lived nothing but restless people.
In barely an hour, the Gotham Police Department had fallen, City Hall had been bombed, Gotham's streets were filled with looters, and this place had become Harley Quinn's party venue.
The person organizing the party was Penguin Woman. Dressed in a black trench coat with a cigar clenched between her teeth, she directed the young gang girls as they decorated the venue. One look at her delighted expression—
And anyone could tell just how happy she was. Stepping on those troublesome, obstructive people felt even better than making money or watching gorgeous young men perform stripteases.
Of course, what she liked even more was the messenger hanging from the doorway. God, whenever she thought about her merchandise and the money she had lost for nothing, Penguin Woman felt a tight pain in her chest.
"Cheers!"
A rough voice rang out, accompanied by the thud of something heavy hitting the floor. Penguin Woman turned to look.
It was Crocodile Woman, wearing a string bikini with rough scales covering