The Queen's Rampage: Bombs and Baseball Bats!

New York, Manhattan.

The former financial capital of the world had become a sea of fire. Parademon aircraft wove between skyscrapers, spewing destructive energy at will. Explosions rang out one after another.

A red whirlwind—The Flash—raced through the streets, carrying thousands of civilians to temporary shelters set up by the military. But he was only one man, and against monsters that blotted out the sky, his rescue efforts barely made a dent.

A squad of Parademons broke through the defensive line and dove toward a subway entrance packed with women and children. Then came the approaching roar of an engine, mixed with blaring rock music and a woman's wild laughter.

"Yee-haw! Come on, babies! Your queen's here to play!"

A Chaos Direction V-22 transport, covered in Joker graffiti and painted with outrageous flair, smashed through several Parademons and hovered over the battlefield.

The hatch opened. The figures that charged out were no ordinary soldiers.

They were... monsters.

They had human bodies, but modified Parademon wings gleamed with metal on their backs, and they carried vicious-looking Gauss rifles. They were Harley Quinn's pride and joy: the Joker Task Force, born from Gotham's madmen and the biotechnology of Chaos Guidance Company.

The moment they appeared, they brought an even stranger kind of chaos to the desperate battlefield.

Several smiley-face bombs rained down. They did not explode when they hit the ground. Instead, they went poof, releasing thick clouds of purple and green smoke.

"Heh, heh, heh... Ha ha ha ha!"

The Parademons caught in the smoke abruptly stopped attacking. They began to twitch, then turned on their own kind in a frenzy, tearing at them with claws and teeth.

Joker Venom did not discriminate against creatures with a basic nervous system.

"Nice work, kids!"

A figure leaped from the transport on a