"Damn it, everyone's asleep, or praising the darkness like idiots, blah blah blah."
At that moment, in a small building in New York, Harley held several cats and was so upset she was nearly in tears.
Not only had the tenants in her building fallen into nightmares, but even her cats had not been spared. The dozens of cats kept in the top-floor room seemed to have collectively fallen into a nightmare. Maybe they were being chased and bitten by dogs? In any case, even while dreaming, their limbs kept twitching.
It made Harley feel lonely, as though everyone in the world had fallen asleep and only she remained awake.
How was that any different from everyone else going mad while only she stayed sane?
"At that point, the sane person is the most abnormal one. That's the story of I Am Legend."
Harley set down the cats in her arms and used her hand to nudge their heads closer to their food bowls. Then she poured in some freeze-dried human meat bought from Gotham. It had been a byproduct from back when Mister Freeze was messing around with his super-freezing cannon.
Back then, one blast had frozen half the city, and some unlucky people had been turned into ice sculptures as well. Batwoman had thawed out the city afterward, but the dead could not be brought back to life.
They should have been sent to the morgue, undergone autopsies, and then been buried. But this was Gotham, and naturally, someone had their eye on every profitable link in the chain.
Since they had died from rapid freezing, their organs could still be removed and sold for money. As for the useless flesh and blood, it could simply be packaged up and sold to sausage makers.
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