The gorilla went to rummage through the raiding party's clothes, while Su Ming negotiated with the cats, trading ham sausages and canned fish for several Deadman's Heads they had been playing with.
By now, the heads had been chewed into pitted, uneven shapes. Every face looked like Wade's, making it impossible to tell what they had looked like in life.
But that did not matter. Who they were did not matter either. What mattered was where they had come from, so Strangle could have a taste.
"Eek."
Strangle said farm-raised ones did not taste as good as wild ones.
Translated into normal human language, these guys were all Clones. Their memories only went back a few hours, so there was not much useful intelligence.
The owner of this head had opened his eyes for the first time and seen a blue-gray-skinned freak with a leering smile standing beside a tank, releasing them one by one from nutrient fluid. Then he had used a strange device to implant subconscious commands compelling them to be loyal to Darkseid before sending them out on their mission.
But Harley had gotten one thing wrong. These people had not come for her.
Their real target had been Poison Ivy, and they had brought some kind of super herbicide as their trump card.
Unfortunately, whoever had issued their orders had underestimated Harley's combat ability and had not known that she possessed a heavy Power Hammer Su Ming had given her.
Harley did not need professional training to wield Mjolnir with ease. This was the bug she had found by chatting with the editor: as long as it was a hammer, no matter how heavy it was, she could pick it up and play with it, while delivering blows strong enough to crack Batwoman's or Superman's skull.