The appearance of this bizarre woman was like flipping a switch. One second, the street had been empty and silent; the next, it was bustling with noise and activity.
A skeleton in fishnet stockings was beating up a living intestine. An angel crossing the street had been hit by Rhino so hard it had shat itself all over the ground. Six Goblins were having a group romp in a car by the roadside, and the battered Volkswagen's chassis slammed against the pavement like a steel rolling mill.
Gaudy, exaggerated, and rotten things filled the entire dimension. Looking closely at the sludge along the roadside, where mushrooms and bizarre plants grew, one could make out different human faces. They were probably piles of bloated corpses.
Superboy-Prime sighed and looked at Deathstroke beside him. "You and Constantine said that madness is the eternal constant of the Magic World, but this is too insane. It's like someone dumped garbage from every dimension here and made a gigantic stew out of it."
"Ah, magic, monsters, light shows! I think this place is pretty nice." Harley had been staring at the baby carriage, wanting to know what kind of child the finger woman was pushing.
"There's a dead dog in the carriage. No need to look." Little Superman pointed to his eyes. The dusty little cart, which was missing a wheel, had no magical protection. He easily saw through it and gave them the answer.
Harley pouted. "I thought there'd be a finger baby inside, the kind that keeps playing rock-paper-scissors with itself. Who told you to reveal the truth? You owe me my beautiful dream."
"Beautiful dream? This is the Nightmare Dimension. Anyway, I can't compensate you for your fantasy, but I can find you some sleeping pills."
Superboy-Prime was somewhat helpless. Harley was