At the Court of Owls meeting, the members wore masks of every kind: Crow, Owlman, Raven...
Behind every mask hid a pair of calculating eyes, all fixed on the chair at the head of the table.
Someone new occupied it.
Harley Quinn wore a fiery red mask, its color as wild as she was.
She planted both hands on the table and leaned forward slightly, her tone solemn yet mocking:
"Ladies and gentlemen... for everyone's long-term interests, I look forward to hearing bolder ideas at our upcoming meetings. The crazier, the better-
After all, we in the Court of Owls don't do boring."
Applause broke out around the table.
Those powerful elites didn't care who sat at the head of the table.
All they cared about was whether that person could bring them greater profits and indulge the hidden desires they could never admit in public.
Harley clapped her hands and declared the meeting over.
The holographic projection shut off, and the lights came on.
Harley took off her mask, tossed it onto the table, and turned toward the sofa against the wall.
Ririko lounged against the sofa's armrest, holding a glass of chilled amber whiskey.
She wore a burgundy velvet blazer over a black camisole, her long legs crossed on the sofa cushions, a high heel dangling from her toes.
Harley plopped down beside her, snatched her glass, and tipped her head back for a drink.
"I'm the one running around doing everything now... while you're enjoying yourself on the sidelines."
Ririko propped her cheek on her hand and gave her a seductive smile:
"I only handle the money. You can do whatever you want with everything else. You're far more creative than those old men anyway."
She traced a finger along Harley's slender neck. "We're a match made