"Oh, sure, that glowing green rock." Harley Quinn whistled, her gaze wandering over the ruins. "If you find it, could you grab a burger too? Or a rat? I'm starving."
"Shh."
Bruce suddenly raised a fist, signaling her to stop.
It was too quiet.
"Ambush."
Batman's instincts had been honed through countless brushes with death. He spun, grabbed Harley Quinn by the collar, and dragged her down to the side.
Boom!
A high-explosive round punched through the wall they had been leaning against, blasting the concrete apart.
"Enemy contact! Twelve o'clock!"
Bruce rolled across the ground, came up on one knee, and fired his rifle into the shadows.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Specialized explosive rounds burst in the darkness, lighting up the ambushers.
A squad of Superman Assault Squad soldiers advanced in formation, clad in black armor with red "S" armbands. They carried energy rifles modified with alien technology.
Above them, dozens of winged Parademons shrieked and swooped down.
"Ha! That's more like it! Now this is a party!"
Far from frightened, Harley Quinn let out a shrill, manic laugh. She sprang to her feet, shouldered her huge grenade launcher, and fired at the oncoming soldiers.
"Have a Quinn special, assholes!"
The grenade exploded among the soldiers, but the Anti-Life Equation had stripped them of fear. They kept advancing through the flames.
"Shit! These guys are more rabid than EM fans!" Harley Quinn cursed, tossed aside the empty launcher, and pulled out the baseball bat on her back.
"We have to fall back! Harley, run for the subway station!" Bruce threw a smoke grenade, trying to block the Parademons' view.
"Fall back? That's not in my dictionary! I've only got 'kick ass' and 'kick ass harder'!"
"Ahahaha! Come on, you flying cockroaches!"
Harley Quinn laughed wildly and swung her bat in