The Death Knell

"The taste hasn't changed, it's just changed from the old liquor to liquor ice cream." Harley sniffed and breathed in the breath of Gotham hard, then took out a Santa hat from her pocket and put it on on his head: "This is a happy trip, I don't want to catch a cold, hehe."

On the rooftop of Wayne Tower, Deathstroke and Harley were stepping on the solid ice, looking at the island in the distance.

There is the ruins of Arkham Asylum, but on this earth, that gloomy villa has been demolished, and its materials have been used to build a frozen cannon, facing the remaining half of Gotham. city.

You never know what Gotham's villains are capable of, and their creativity rivals that of the Greenskins.

"Do you want to meet Dr. Quinzel? Another you in this world."

Su Ming was not amused by Harley's deliberate comedy. He asked the woman next to him very seriously.

Harley grabbed the white pom-pom on the hat with her hand, with a smile on her face that didn't fade away in time, but her eyes looked a little aggrieved and her tone was no longer cheerful:

"Why do you want to see her? Do you think I'm not good enough?"

"Of course not, because she is valuable." Deathstroke lowered his head and lit a cigarette, looking at the city covered in silver. With his eyesight, he could clearly see the people who were frozen into popsicles: "The Pale Knight is me Find the insurance that prevents Batman from going out of control on Earth 0, and combine him with Batman, which is equivalent to a milder and more rational Laughter. But what is more valuable is the drug invented by Dr. Quinzel, which can make crazy people laugh. The Joker has turned back into an ordinary person, and I think it should also have an inhibitory effect on today's Batman's madness."

Harley was immediately happy, and her ponytails became tangled: "So in the movie we saw before, was the drug Batman put into the Joker's mouth a foreshadowing? Was everything her plan? Wait, She can also make medicine? Why can't I?"

For some reason, Harley's focus went astray again, and she once again looked like a wounded animal.

"The biggest difference between her and you is the incident back then, when the Joker killed Jason Todd." Su Ming calmly held a cigarette in his mouth and answered Harley's question: "This Dr. Quinzel is... At that time, he chose to break with the Joker and voluntarily surrendered to jail. In the following days, he taught himself clinical medicine and chemistry, and lived in seclusion in Gotham after being paroled."

"So you think she is a real doctor and I am a fake doctor?" Harley took out a red and black handkerchief and bit it in her mouth, tears welling up in her eyes: "You still think I'm not as good as her, ugh!"

"No, little jelly beans, your killing skills and cold joke ideas are much better than hers." Su Ming hugged her, patted her back, and smoothed her hair: "It's useless for me to ask for a doctor, but I can use it." A Harley Quinn who can look out for me when I kill people."

"Hehehehe... you were fooled by me! In fact, I'm not sad at all." Harley immediately burst into laughter, her shoulders twitched, she raised her face and kissed Deathstroke: " If you need it, I can also help you hold down the victim’s hands so that you can more smoothly take out their internal organs. I’m the best choice!”

Deathstroke smiled and nodded: "Yes, you are the best. Now I need the drug formula in the hands of Dr. Quinzel. Harley, as her counterpart from another world, can you help me get the stuff? Don't use it. For violence, it’s better to use some empathy or tears.”

The moonlight hid behind the dense clouds, and acid rain fell into the city again. After contact with the frost on the ground, they turned into a crispy thin layer of frost, which was then broken by subsequent raindrops.

A rustling sound reached their ears, and the evening breeze on the rooftop seemed to have become much colder.

"Oh, you are so dark...but I like it, ha!" Harley put the warhammer [Biquge www.biqugexx.biz] back into the small bag given to her by Deathstroke, and patted it with her palm: "Then send me to her. Two psychiatrists, or two myself, will be very interesting to talk to. By the way, can I really not rob her? According to you, she should be beaten But mine.”

"At this point in time, Dr. Quinzel should prepare their actions at home and hold her for a long chat." Su Ming pulled off the cloak behind him and let it send Harley over. As for Dr. Quinzel's The address, he had already deduced from the scene played by Gideon before: "I need the Pale Knight to go on a business trip with me, and don't arbitrarily ruin my plan."

Harley nodded repeatedly, made an OK gesture, and climbed up on the flying carpet on her hands and knees: "I'll go find you when I finish it, sweetheart. Now I have to think about my mental weaknesses on the way."

Before she finished speaking, the magic floating cloak took away Harry like a ray of light. It was not known whether she had enough time to think.

There was no one around him, rain mixed with snow hit Deathstroke's shoulder armor, the black and yellow mask seeped out from under the skin, and the red eyepiece suddenly lit up.

He was silent for a while, looking at the streets below that were no longer white in the rain. The sewage falling from the sky destroyed the beautiful white paper, but this is Gotham.

He was waiting for the signal from Batman in the city to start taking action, and then implanted a wrong impression in the hearts of the people of Gotham.

"Strangulation."

"Hey."

The symbiote says it understands, but does it really mean that?

"Just follow the one from Earth minus 11." Su Ming confirmed the plan in his heart again: "It means to dress up as a woman. Batman also has a weakness, that is, he is particularly interested in mysterious women. I want to kill the female clown after After that, he completely misled the direction of his investigation."

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"Harry's not here yet."

Ten minutes later, Batman stood next to his tank, his black cape dragging on the ground, creating an obvious dividing line on the ice.

Jack was very pleased. He put on a bulletproof vest, moved his shoulders, took the purple suit handed over and put it on:

"She was right not to come. It's too dangerous here. I don't want her to be killed or kill others."

"It's hard to believe that such words would come out of your mouth." Batman opened the car door, and the 'Batwings' were raised high on both sides of the car: "But just for once, I agree with your point of view."

Director Gordon, who was standing aside, checked the assault rifle in his hand. The cigarette in his mouth had been wiped out by the rain, and what he smoked was only sour and moist:

He shook his head with some emotion. The streetlight cast his shadow on the wall. Was the shaking of his head even more obvious? A large number of police officers behind him were busy, and each of them was assigned a Batmobile. They were getting familiar with it. various functions.

But Gordon was more concerned about that. He looked at the sky with some emotion, as if talking to himself or talking to Batman:

"God, I never thought I'd be fighting alongside the Joker."

"It's not the Joker." Jack answered first. He calmly jumped into Batman's car and smiled at the director: "It's the Pale Knight of Gotham. Give me a little trust and I will save this city at all costs. cost......"

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