Harley's idea was unnecessary. How could the phone book in the Batcave possibly be ordinary? Batman had obviously given it special treatment. Forget waterproofing, acid resistance, and corrosion resistance—even if it were bulletproof, radiation-proof, or could be used directly as an anti-Superman weapon, Su Ming would not have found it strange.
After explaining the special nature of the big book to her, Su Ming took the woman on a tour of the Batcave—or rather, pried open Batman's storage rooms to see what fun things were inside.
Jason upstairs would definitely be crying for a while longer anyway. Since they had nothing better to do, they might as well take some loot.
Batman really did have good stuff: massive quantities of Artificial Kryptonite, weapons made from Nth Metal and Promethium, and plenty of mementos related to Gotham's lunatics.
For example, Mister Freeze's diamond freeze gun MK1 from his debut, the scalpel Hush had used to give himself plastic surgery, and Two-Face's favorite rigged coin—the one with numbers on both sides.
There was a whole heap of things like that here, including the revolver Harley had used when she first started out, the one that fired oversized corks.
It was really just a large air-gun toy. It looked like a revolver, but the cork could only be fitted over the muzzle. Pulling the trigger launched a nonlethal attack.
But these corks were not the size of wine-bottle stoppers. They were the size of thermos stoppers. Harley was a good shot; when she used this thing to hit people in the nose, the least they suffered was a broken nasal bone and tears streaming down their faces.
"Ah, my baby! So you were here!"
The moment Harley saw her gun, she reached out and picked it up, hugged it to her chest, and