Vroom!!!
A group of people sat in the vehicle, bobbing their heads like they were on Tonight, Find a Lady, when they heard the deep roar of a powerful engine coming from beside them.
Harley turned to look and saw another pitch-black car, its headlights off as well, pulling up alongside the truck cab.
"Hey, good evening, little Bat." Little Sugar Bean leaned her entire upper body out the window and greeted the other party with a smile. "Where are you headed? Hmm, going after Last Day? Want a drink? We've got beer and fried chicken."
But the Batmobile only drove alongside them briefly. Batwoman had no intention of even rolling down the window for a few words. The booster behind the car spat out a long blue trail of flame, and in an instant, it left the killer squad behind and vanished into the rainy night.
Harley pursed her lips, feeling as though she had made a fool of herself, and pulled herself back inside.
"Stupid Bat, bad Bat. How dare you ignore me, hmph." Hugging her Dorothy hammer, she picked at the dried blood crusted on it and complained to Shakara, "Sis, see that? You should never find a man like that. That's emotional coldness."
"Mm-hmm! Got it. But my husband isn't like that. Wade talks a lot. I'm very happy."
Shakara nodded repeatedly. She felt that this trip to Gotham had really opened her eyes. It was much livelier than New York on Earth-40K.
"But I heard Deathstroke say that Gotham is Batwoman's city. Was that Batwoman just now? Did she come to warn us because we ran over and killed a bunch of parade-goers earlier?"
"What do you mean, her Gotham? Gotham belongs to all of us."
Harley shook her head dismissively, tossed a piece of