Harley's "Vacation"!

"A vacation? Lil' Puddin', you finally came around?"

When Link announced an interstellar trip for "just the two of them," Harley Quinn was idly poking Kraglin's head with an energy baton. Looking utterly done with life, he was playing "Whac-A-Mole" with Her Majesty.

At Link's suggestion, Harley's blue eyes lit up with a brilliance rivaling a supernova. She tossed the energy baton aside and clung to Link like a koala, shrieking with excitement. "I knew it! You workaholic, you finally saw the light! Where are we going? The sunny beaches of Xandar? Or the Kree Empire's antigravity waterfalls? I heard all the men there are blue. We could catch one and bring him home as a pet!"

Link smiled helplessly, letting her rub herself against him. He didn't tell her that their destination was somewhere even more hopeless than the fiery abyss of Apokolips.

"Somewhere... very special. I guarantee you've never seen anything like it."

Harley showed unprecedented enthusiasm for this "vacation." She dug through the interstellar travel catalogs of the universe's finest luxury brands, seized from the Collector, and eventually picked out a bright pink spaceflight suit with an extravagant cut. Two small, purely decorative devil wings adorned its back, and on her feet she wore magnetic boots that could shoot out multicolored flames.

As she put it, when the queen went on tour, she had to go all out.

Rather than take his flagship, the Jokester, Link chose a luxurious little spacecraft from the Marauders' fleet, modified to the limit by Cyborg—the Sweetheart Bomb, a name Harley had chosen.

Inside, it was less a starship than a mobile luxury suite. Soft carpets, panoramic viewports that could simulate the environment of any planet, and a bar stocked with drinks in every flavor the universe had to offer.

Link piloted