"The taste hadn't changed. It had just gone from hard liquor to hard liquor ice cream." Harley sniffed, breathing deeply of Gotham's scent. Then she pulled a Santa hat from her pocket and put it on her head. "This is a Happy Journey. I don't want to catch a cold, hee hee."
On the rooftop of Wayne Tower, Deathstroke and Harley stood on solid ice, looking toward the distant island.
That was where Arkham Asylum had once stood. On this Earth, however, that gloomy villa had been demolished, its materials assembled into a gigantic frozen cannon aimed at the remaining half of Gotham.
You never knew what Gotham's villains were capable of. Their creativity rivaled the Greenskins'.
"Do you want to meet Dr. Quinzel? The Otherworld Variant of you in this world."
Su Ming was not amused by Harley's deliberately clownish performance. He asked the woman beside him with great seriousness.
Harley grabbed the white pom-pom on her hat. The smile had yet to fade from her face, but her eyes looked somewhat aggrieved, and her tone was no longer cheerful.
"Why would I go see her? Do you think I'm not good enough?"
"Of course not. She has value." Deathstroke lowered his head to light a cigarette, gazing at the city clad in silver and white. With his eyesight, he could clearly see the people frozen into ice sculptures. "Pale Knight is the insurance policy I brought in to prevent Earth-0's Batwoman from losing control. Pairing him with Batwoman is like having a milder, more rational Batman Who Laughs. But what's even more valuable is the medicine Dr. Quinzel invented. It can turn a mad Joker back into an ordinary person. I think it should also suppress Batwoman's madness now."
Harley immediately perked up, and both her pigtails sprang