Interception! The Queen and the Marauders!

Life on Knowhere was going from novel to a little... boring for Harley Quinn.

Link had become king here, which was cool. Sitting on a towering Throne every day, watching the bizarre-looking aliens below treat her and Link with deference—that was cool, too. Turning a smuggler who had crossed her into a singing puddle of jelly with the Reality Stone? That was downright awesome.

But once it all became routine, once "cool" became normal, the fun wore off fast.

"Puddin'," Harley said, sprawled across the arm of the Throne and swinging her legs as she blew one bubble after another with her gum. "I'm getting moldy. Everyone here takes a detour when they see me now. It's no fun at all."

She missed Earth. She missed Gotham's neon lights and the sound of explosions. She missed finding some new mischief every day.

Link had his eyes closed, feeling the energy flow between the newly forged Infinity Gauntlet and the Reality Stone. He didn't even open them when Harley complained.

"What do you want, then?"

"A fight! An adventure! Or... something to steal!" Harley's eyes gleamed with excitement. "Aren't we pirates? Pirates are supposed to rob people!"

"We're rulers now, sweetheart. When rulers take things, it's called taxation." Link corrected her.

"Then let's go 'collect' some special 'taxes'!" Harley shook his arm, refusing to let it go.

Link finally opened his eyes. One look at the let me cause trouble written all over her face made him laugh. He knew keeping Harley cooped up somewhere peaceful was worse than killing her.

As it happened, that "package" coming their way needed the right "courier" to receive it.

"All right, Your Majesty." Link sat up straight, his tone turning serious. "I do have an important 'tax collection' assignment for you."

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