The Death Knell

"Well, her accommodation conditions are obviously not as good as mine."

Going back in time, Harley was thrown by the cloak in front of an old apartment building. The structure of this building is somewhat like a red brick house in Brooklyn, New York. One step leads to a narrow door, and each floor has a It is a small hall, generally divided into three floors and a basement.

This time she found her advantage again, that is, she was obviously richer than herself.

"It would be nice if the kitten was here." She bit her tongue with the corner of her lips and took out a hairpin to pick the lock. She did know a little bit about this skill, but it was obviously not as good as the professional thief Catwoman.

Thinking of the appearance of Catwoman's corpse, Harley sighed gracefully, and then began to imitate Catwoman's expression when she used to pick the lock. Her eyes were as wide as bells, and she put her ears against the door to listen carefully.

The friction sound of the lock spring and the locking teeth was quite clear, and she opened the door smoothly. Then, after thanking the kitten in her heart for the blessing, she slipped into the house with a smile.

The room was pitch dark. She even looked up at the doorframe and curled her lips in disappointment when she found that there was no bomb or flour bag.

"What, I'm so boring. I didn't even set up a trap at the door. Is this still Harley?" She began to comment to herself. From the layout of the room to the taste in choosing furniture, she was criticized. Read it again.

At this time, she heard breathing on the stairs, and when she looked up, she found four green bright spots staring at her in the darkness.

That breathing sound was very heavy, and it didn't sound like it belonged to a human being, unless it was the two dwarf versions of Bane, or else...

The shadow rushed towards Harley from the darkness, but she was not surprised, instead she laughed and opened her arms.

It turned out that they were two hyenas, exactly the same as the ones Harley raised herself. Not only the color of their fur or the distribution of spots on their bodies, but even their breaths were the same.

"Good child, come to mom." She was thrown to the ground by the dogs. The two dogs did not attack her, but made a huffing sound and licked her face with their rough and wet tongues: "Hehe , Haha, it’s so itchy, you guys are such good dogs.”

Harley likes small animals, at least compared to the simple Gotham people, animals are more reliable. She is not just a cat or dog person, but likes most furry animals except orangutans.

So she started playing with the hyenas, forgetting the mission given to her by the death knell, and her mind was filled with the smiling faces of cute dogs.

No matter how dangerous the hyenas themselves are, they have very funny faces and look like they are smiling a lot of the time, which always makes for a good mood.

"You are not their mother, I am." At this moment, a woman in a red and black uniform walked down the stairs. It was Harley's old clown tights. She pointed a gun at the people in the room. Another self: "Who the hell are you?"

"I'm just another you, but I'm younger than you and have bigger breasts." Harley bounced up from the floor, shook her red and blue ponytails, and took out her own breasts from her sequined jacket with a smile. The gun pointed back: "The important thing is that the gun is bigger, haha!"

The two hyenas next to her were confused. They couldn't tell the difference between the two owners because their smells were exactly the same, so they whined in panic.

The two women pointed guns at each other.

Dr. Quinzel wore round glasses and had his hair cut short, and his face was serious at this time. And Harley dressed fashionably, chewed bubble gum in her mouth, and had a crazy smile on her face.

But their faces are exactly the same.

"Another me? I'm sure I'm not hallucinating, then you are real." Dr. Quinzel sighed, and opened the hammer with her thumb: "A fan of plastic surgery? But I'm sorry, I I am no longer the same person I used to be. Now I have something to do. If you want to sign autographs and take photos, I’ll do it next time. Now get out of my house.”

"Snapped!"

The bubble gum in Harley's mouth popped. Generally speaking, in such a tense moment, making such a sound would easily cause a fire, but she was not afraid at all.

Smiling and licking the candy back into her mouth with her little tongue, Harley tilted her head:

"You really dare to say that, do you think anyone will admire you now? Don't be delusional, we all know that people always like to see the crazy and cute Harley Quinn! And you are not me, Not anymore, your presence is nothing more than a tribute to me.”

Dr. Quinzel frowned. She was not sure who the woman in front of her was. This woman was crazy but calm, just like... her past self, her self after she woke up.

"Let's put down the guns together. I don't think you broke into my house and bought my dog ​​just to kill me, right?"

"It's my dog!"

Harley simply put down the gun, squatted down and hugged the two big dogs in her arms, looking at Dr. Quinzel warily, as if she was worried that she would take away the dogs.

The doctor rolled his eyes. She didn't wear the old uniform today just to use it as pajamas. Batman and Jack were still waiting for her. How could she have time to waste with the crazy woman?

"Tell me, what do you want to let me go on my errands? Except the dog."

Of course, Harley knew that these two dogs were not hers, but she knew one thing, if she loved her dogs very much, then her other self must also do the same.

The asking price has been completed, and the rest is to pay back the money on the spot.

She was anxious to leave so she could make an offer.

At the same time, Harley discovered that this woman was pregnant and had a bulge in her lower abdomen. The doctor would never dare to take the risk and do it herself, because she was like a young woman looking in the mirror, and her intuition would tell her that she could do everything she knew. .

That's why she was alert and sent out temptations.

Or maybe she thought Jack had turned back into a clown and she was another spare tire he found?

hehe......

She had done a good job, but her intelligence was still too limited to make effective judgments, and she was wrong from the beginning.

Harley had the psychological warfare advantage.

It's a bit complicated to analyze, but in fact all kinds of thoughts of the two women were racing in their minds.

"I want to chat with you, talk about prenatal education, and I also want to negotiate a condition with you." Harley held the collars of the two dogs, held them as 'dog hostage', and sat down on the sofa carelessly. , while stroking his fur, he said: "My boyfriend went to save your boyfriend, so I came here to advise you that you'd better not get in the way."

"Who?" The female doctor's face darkened. She instantly thought that a third party had intervened, and it was impossible to distinguish between friend and foe.

"Death knell." Harley twisted her body shyly a few times, but she looked a little pretentious and blinked rapidly.

The doctor had never heard of that code name, at least there was no such person in Gotham, so she asked:

"Who is that?"

"Oh, poor other me, you are so primitive that you don't even know the death knell."

Harley glanced at her other self with contempt, and then felt a little pitiful for him, but at the same time, she remembered the mission given to her by Deathstroke.

She had to hold herself back from this world and then trick her into getting the prescription.

So the lovely Harley unzipped her jacket, revealing the explosives and remote-controlled detonators wrapped around her waist, and smiled friendly at the doctor:

"Now sit down next to me and tell me your story? I like to hear stories, but it's best not to be too sad. Cyclone explosives are not very stable. If I cry until I hiccup, the cheap heartbeat monitor will have sensing problems. Then...bang! The two of us and the dogs went to heaven together! Hahahahaha!!!!"

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