"Huh?" Harley Quinn froze, clearly not expecting to be turned down like that. "...Fair enough. Looking like this... I must be pretty hard to look at."
Even at death's door, the woman still had a deadly charm.
Homelander smiled and gently shook his head.
"Sorry, sweetheart."
"Tempting as your offer is."
"But..." He reached out and brushed a finger across Harley Quinn's nose.
"Your face looks like a rotten tomato someone just stepped on."
Harley Quinn stared at him blankly, then burst out laughing.
"Haha... a rotten tomato... cough, cough... You're the first man who's ever called me that..."
"You... have a wicked mouth..."
"But I like it... cough, cough... I'd love to go on a date with you, but I won't get the chance..."
Harley Quinn's eyes slowly closed. The flame of her life was about to go out.
"Who says you won't?" Homelander leaned close to her ear and whispered, "...Our date's happening after you wash your face and put on a pretty dress."
With that, Homelander turned his palm over.
A purple-and-white metal ball appeared in his hand.
"Mr. Bat, step back," Homelander told Bruce. "Give me some room."
Bruce frowned, but he still took two steps back.
"I choose you, Ego."
Homelander casually tossed the ball onto the ground.
An energy brain glowing with eerie blue light appeared out of nowhere above the ruins.
"What is that?!"
Even Bruce Wayne, the widely traveled Dark Knight, could not help widening his eyes.
He took a wary half step back, his hand moving to his belt.
"Relax. He's my personal physician."
Homelander pointed to Harley Quinn on the ground.
"Heal her, Ego. Don't let my beautiful girl scar."
"As you command, Master."
A psychic ripple emanated from Ego's brain.
Several blue energy tendrils extended from the brain and