The universe had come back to life, but Earth remained steeped in a heavy, complicated silence.
Above the ruins of Wakanda, the smoke of war had cleared. The destroyed city had been restored by the immense power of the universe's reboot, as though that brutal final battle had never happened.
The heroes gathered in the throne hall that had once belonged to T'Challa and later been occupied by Link. The atmosphere was almost suffocatingly grim. Had they won? Perhaps. They had driven back Thanos, stopped Apokolips, and even seen the disappearance of the dictator who had single-handedly created a perfect hell.
But at what cost?
They looked up at the empty throne, forged from vibranium and star metal. Upon it lay a still body—Harley Quinn.
She still wore the Battle Suit that [Law Ripper] had pierced in those final moments, but the fatal wound had vanished. She looked as though she were asleep, her face pale and bloodless, her body cold, without any sign of life.
Wonder Woman, Diana, slowly stepped forward, her eyes filled with boundless grief and guilt. She had thrown that godslaying spear. Though her target had been Link, this wild yet pure-hearted woman had ultimately blocked that judgment with her life.
She gently reached out, intending to lift Harley's body and give her a hero's funeral. She believed that, however many crimes Harley had committed, in that final moment she had been worthy of the name "hero."
Yet just as Diana's fingers were about to touch Harley's cheek, something unexpected happened.
A light so faint it was almost imperceptible, seemingly coming from the deepest reaches of the universe across endless space and time, silently passed through Wakanda's dome and fell precisely upon Harley.
The light carried no energy and held no warmth. It was like the