"Ah-ha, what do we have here?"
Sitting on the sofa in the wrecked apartment, Harley Quinn tilted her head as she looked at the message on her phone.
[The final carnival of Gotham. Who is the only candidate worthy of judging Batwoman? Kill him!]
The message contained a poster: a photograph of Batwoman bound to a cross with iron chains, with a bounty notice beneath it.
Not money, nor an amount, but a contest for ownership of Batwoman. Kill that person, and Batwoman would be yours...
"Oh, this is so interesting."
Harley Quinn immediately brightened up. Of course, that excitement lasted less than two seconds before it turned into an angry expression.
"This kind of prize-ticket exchange game is completely ridiculous. But why should I go looking for the winning ticket?"
Harley Quinn's eyes shifted, and a smile spread across her face. She leaped off the sofa and headed outside.
"That awful host has been eliminated. Next up—Joker takes the stage! Hahahahahaha!"
Harley Quinn's laughter echoed through the surroundings. For someone like her, who loved fun—especially fun involving Batwoman—
this bounty was very interesting.
But asking her to obediently find a man and kill him? She was already sick of that rotten old game.
Killing people was a boring game, but driving people insane? That would definitely be a fun new game.
"I can hardly wait."
Harley Quinn's voice drifted back from far away.
A short message and a special poster appeared throughout Gotham's streets and alleys. Even television screens that had lost power displayed the photo of that wanted notice.
That included the Bat Base.
Having just finished caring for Balin, Mrs. Alfred returned to the Batcomputer to resume her watch. When she saw the wanted notice and poster pop up on the screen, she covered her mouth in