Harley liked animals, and she also liked places like amusement parks and zoos. As long as they were lively enough, that was all that mattered.
As the most neutral mage bar, Oblivion Bar had always been lively most of the time. But after adding gorilla waitresses, it had become like a circus that served drinks, which delighted her.
In fact, like Zatanna, she could be considered a ringmaster. Little Zatanna had a magic performance troupe, while Harley had formed an acrobatic circus troupe with the tenants of her apartment.
The troupe included a vegetarian lion, a tiny elephant, a three-foot-seven dwarf serial killer, voluptuous conjoined twins, freakish big-headed dolls, and more.
So the bar used gorillas as waitresses? In her crazy little mind, that was simply perfect.
The last time she had come here, she had thought the decor and furnishings were a little old-fashioned. Who would have thought Bobo was so good at having fun?
Harley swaggered over to the bar, hopped up, and plopped down on the countertop. Rubbing Bobo's chin, she said, "Well, well, little black-furred ape. Haven't seen you in a while, and now you're surrounded by beauties."
The massive figure behind Little Lucky Ape heard herself praised as a beauty and bashfully turned her face aside with a toothy grin. Her laughter sounded like midnight sharpening a knife.
Bobo, whose soul had returned to his body, glanced at Harley and then spotted Deathstroke smiling in the distance.
In an instant, rage rose in his heart and evil sprang from his guts!
He jumped off the barstool, his bare black-furred feet pattering across the waxed wooden floor as he lunged at Deathstroke's thigh and began gnawing on the armor.
Even if he could not bite through it, he would still smear it with a huge patch