Joker, Director of Arkham

"Ahhh—"

Watching Harley Quinn roll around on the ground, Russell was utterly puzzled. Why did Harley react like she had seen her father's killer whenever the Joker was mentioned? Had they fallen out?

No way. They had clearly promised to be each other's little demons. How had it fallen apart?

Personality clash, incompatible sizes, family pressure, Joker being too clingy...

Or had Harley discovered that Joker's true love was Batman, and that he had only been playing with her?

Russell did not understand, but he believed someone did. Turning around, he asked, "What kind of crazy episode is this woman having?"

"That's just who she is!"

"Harley Quinn has always been crazy."

"Yeah!"

"She's never been normal!"

"..."

Beating up teammates was every team's hidden skill. They might lack firepower against enemies, but once they aimed their guns at their teammates, they all became godlike. The Suicide Squad was no exception.

"Joker killed her dog, and then they broke up." Deadshot delivered the final word, explaining the crucial detail and clearing up Russell's confusion.

"So that's it!"

Russell nodded silently. Between a man and a dog, the answer to that choice was obvious.

"Ahhh, my leg! My kneecap is shattered!"

Harley Quinn was still rolling on the ground. Russell grabbed her arm and hauled her up. "I remember you used to be a doctor at Arkham Asylum, specializing in psychiatric patients. You must know that place very well."

"Ahhh, my leg!"

"I happen to need a guide. You're it."

"Ahhh, my kneecap!"

"Since you have no objections, it's settled."

Russell made the decision. Harley suddenly drew a large-caliber handgun, pressed it against the eye socket of his helmet, and pulled the trigger without hesitation.

Bang!

After the gunshot, Russell stood where he was with his head tilted back. Everyone held