"It'll work."
Miaomiao, who had been quietly using Illusion Song to sustain Harley's illusion all this time, suddenly spoke.
"This time, with all of us working together, it'll definitely work."
Miaomiao's eyes were clear and pure, yet shone with unwavering conviction.
Pamela smiled gently at Miaomiao. Noticing the girl's slightly dry lips, she got up and handed her a glass of water.
"Thank you, Pamela."
Miaomiao smiled and obediently finished the water, but it seemed to offer only a little relief.
Pamela frowned slightly. "What's wrong? Have you been using too much power?"
"I'm okay. This is normal," Miaomiao said. "Right now, the illusion is mainly taking shape through Harley's own fixation. I'm only keeping it going. Her own mind is actually building all the details inside, so it's not too tiring."
Yes, the real illusion had begun gradually unfolding as early as the moment Harley saw that Joker balloon.
The people of Gotham had suffered at the Joker's hands for so long that practically everyone had "Joker Phobia," let alone any desire to play with Joker balloons during a holiday. Even though everyone's efforts to diminish the traces of his presence were going well, the lingering terror he had left over the years could not be completely erased in such a short time.
When the sight of the Joker balloon stirred Harley's emotions, Miaomiao's Illusion Song had already spread unnoticed and enveloped her.
Harley thought she had returned to Pamela's apartment, pretended to sleep, then controlled Pamela to make her escape. That and everything that followed had all happened within the illusion Miaomiao had prepared for her.
In reality, once Harley returned to Pamela's apartment, her body had already fallen into a deep sleep under the hypnosis of Miaomiao's Illusion Song-the kind not even thunder could disturb.
At that