Link dealt with the "incorrigible" crystal people. In the end, he had not killed them; he had merely sealed them and their planet inside a pocket dimension where time stood still. He returned to Wakanda feeling faintly irritated.
The moment he arrived, he sensed another source of discord.
Harley Quinn.
His queen lounged on a floating diamond sofa she had created with the Reality Stone, tossing a piece of Kryptonite up and down as though it were an apple.
The Soul Stone told Link that Harley's soul fire had dimmed like a candle about to burn out.
She was unhappy.
What is it this time? I gave her the whole universe as a playground. What more could she want?
Link felt a headache coming on. He was discovering that ruling the universe was far more complicated than conquering it, especially when one of his subjects was a madwoman who never did what anyone expected.
"Darling, what's wrong?" Link teleported to Harley's side, took the Kryptonite from her hand, and casually turned it into a bouquet of blue roses that would never wilt.
"Boring." Harley took the flowers and tossed them aside without even smelling them. She curled up on the sofa like a cat that had lost its spark. "Puddin', everything here is so boring. No explosions, no screaming, not even a bank to rob. I feel like I'm about to grow mold."
Rob a bank... Is that really what she wants?
Link was helpless, but he coaxed her patiently. "Come on. Once I've stabilized this universe, I'll take you to other dimensions. I promise they'll be ten thousand times more exciting than Gotham."
"Other dimensions? How long will that take?" Harley pouted. Then her eyes darted sideways, and a sly smile appeared on her face. "Puddin', I've got an