Was Batman crazy?
Lynn thought so.
After all, instead of being a perfectly good capitalist, the guy had chosen to put on a black bodysuit and fight criminals in the streets with his own personal brand of violence.
And he didn't even get paid!
What else could he be but crazy?
Seemingly noticing Lynn's speechlessness, Harley hurriedly explained, "Not crazy like he used to be, but... Old Bat seems like a completely different person now. He's become just like..."
"Like Joker, you know?"
Lynn raised an eyebrow slightly.
Batman had become like Joker?
Was he about to become The Batman Who Laughs?
He was more than familiar with that Batman from the Dark Multiverse, the one for whom "everything is going according to plan."
If Bat-Faker really turned into The Batman Who Laughs, they would be fucking screwed.
"What exactly is going on?" Lynn asked in confusion. "What happened over the last few days?"
As he spoke, he pushed aside the streetwalker blocking his way.
She wore a sequined slip dress that barely covered the tops of her thighs, its hem fluttering as she walked to reveal a pair of fair, shapely legs.
But Lynn still had no interest in them at all and pushed the streetwalker straight aside.
Right now, he only wanted to find out what new events had spawned while he had been away from the Gotham map.
"A lot has happened in Gotham while you were away," Harley hurriedly said.
"So many exciting things. Let me calm down, honey. I feel like I'm about to explode right now! Ohohoho..."
Lynn: "Nice."
Has she been snorting Pamela's Aphrodisiac Powder like meth?
While Harley continued panting, a familiar female voice came from the other end.
"Is that Lynn?"
It was Pamela's voice.
"It's me. What exactly happened in