Link stood atop the highest point in Wakanda's ruins, holding Harley Quinn's cold body in his arms.
A fragile alliance had been forged. Heroes and soldiers moved through the ruins, tending to the wounded and gathering supplies, preparing for the inevitable, even more desperate war to come. Everyone deliberately avoided that solitary figure, out of both reverence and fear.
He was still the most powerful God King in this universe.
Yet never had he seemed so much like a mortal who had lost his entire world.
The power of the [Law Ripper] spread relentlessly through the depths of Harley's soul, like a wound at the conceptual level that could never heal. Even after exhausting the powers of the Time Stone and the Soul Stone, Link could barely keep the flame of her soul from going out completely.
He knew there was little time left.
Link closed his eyes and sank his entire will, along with the power of the Soul Stone, into Harley's fading sea of consciousness.
The scene around him changed in an instant.
The ruins of Wakanda were gone. In their place stood the cramped isolation cell in Arkham Asylum where they had first met.
Harley Quinn sat on the table in her familiar red-and-white bodysuit, swinging her legs and idly tracing circles on its surface with one finger. She looked completely unharmed, her face wearing that signature smile, innocent and mad all at once.
"You're here, Lil' Puddin'." Her eyes lit up when she saw Link. She hopped off the table and fluttered into his arms like a butterfly.
Link held her tightly, feeling the warmth and reality of her touch within this mental space. For a moment, he could not speak.
"What's wrong?" Harley looked up and poked his cheek. "Why the long face? Have you