The Death Knell

Harley couldn't remember how many nights this was her party.

A few days ago, her dearest little pudding sent her a letter from Akamuto. The envelope was messily written with languages ​​and symbols that ordinary people could not understand, and it was also written in red, like blood. There were many lip marks left behind.

But she knew it was true. This was a method of communication that only the two of them could use. It was like a password or secret code, a little secret that belonged to both of them. Every time she thought of this, she felt filled with sweetness.

When the timid prison guard handed the letter to Harley's hand and ran out of the circus screaming, Harley held the thin letter to her chest with joy on her face and walked happily in the room. Spin in a circle.

Rigoletto has been captured by the Bats in Arkham for more than half a year, and Harley misses her very much.

When she received the letter, she recalled the joy of getting a Christmas gift when she was a child, the sweetness of eating chocolate for the first time, and the secret joy of wearing high heels for the first time.

This kind of happiness made her forget about beating the messenger to death with a sledgehammer. Before, she had planned to disguise herself as a prison guard and sneak into Arkham to rescue the Fool.

She gently twisted the ends of her hair with one hand, as shy as a pregnant girl, while with the other hand she took out a kitchen knife from nowhere and eagerly opened the envelope.

Unfortunately, this happiness came to an end after she opened the letter. The words on the letter made her unconsciously say 'Ouch! No! This is not true! "Roaring sounds like that.

This is what the Fool wrote in his letter:

"Dear little pumpkin, how are you doing? I have good news to tell you, that is, the world is going to end and we are all going to die! Are you happy?"

"Oh, death, what a beautiful word, I have changed my clothes and am ready for the appointment!"

"I ate a shriveled roast goose today, what about you?"

"My Mr. Spoon doesn't talk to me much lately."

"Before you die, can you bring Bat to see me? I would rather die with her. You can take a taxi home by yourself."

"Well, that's it, as soon as possible, okay."

Although you can't see Rigoletto's iconic laughter on the page, judging from the scrawled handwriting and the mismatched preface and follow-up content, she is still her.

The crooked fonts are interspersed with strange graffiti she drew casually, which look like her smiling faces. There are also dried marks on the letter paper like snot or saliva. It seems that the Fool was very happy when writing the letter.

But Harley was not happy when she received the letter.

The long-awaited letter actually had such content, which made her very sad.

Although she knew that everyone was going to die, she could appreciate the ultimate chaos when people faced death, which made her a little happy...

All in all, the emotions are mixed.

In the end, the jester is still full of stinky bats. He seems to be a driver or an errand boy. They clearly promised to be each other's snacks. They promised that the little pumpkin and the little pudding will always be together...

Harry, who was laughing maniacally, set fire to and smashed the house, venting his dissatisfaction. But she finally did as the jester said. Who said they were good sisters?

Harley has never doubted her. Isn't it just a small thing like the destruction of the world? It must be true.

Not only herself, but also the circus was sent out to search for traces of bats in Gotham City.

However, the methods that worked well in the past failed. No matter how they caused riots in the city, only the boring police officers came, and Batgirl never appeared.

For three nights in a row, Harry went out to cause trouble as soon as it got dark, just like going to work, and came back with his tired body at dawn, but the bat seemed to be missing, and there was no trace of it from the beginning to the end.

"Maybe I went abroad for vacation. I occasionally want to go to Paris or other places."

Harley left large signs on rooftops and other places where bats often appeared. Cartoon fingers were drawn on each sign, pointing in the direction of her home. She knew that the bat would definitely smell her scent.

Then she came back here, waiting for the bats to arrive every night.

At first, she just read a book and waited, but it was too easy to fall asleep this way. Harley felt that this was not good, because she would not know if the bat came.

So the next day, it became drinking and reading at the same time.

On the third day, it turned into dancing and drinking.

Gradually, she seemed to have forgotten her original purpose, and instead took the carnival every night as a new habit to celebrate the impending destruction of the earth.

But everyone in the circus didn't dare to play with Harley, and they didn't like being hit on the head with a big hammer.

This made Harley feel lonely, so she called her good friends and lived here for a round-the-clock carnival.

However, the jester in the madhouse went crazy while waiting. She didn't know what was going on in the outside world and why Harley hadn't brought the bat yet. She just laughed more hysterically in her room.

A few days later, a mysterious tape was taken out of her room by the prison guards. After several rounds, it was handed over to Deathstroke. Cindy also took over the task of finding bats. This is what happened before Su Ming and Cindy met. go through.

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Harley held the steel pipe, panting and looking at the person on the sofa. Then both of them laughed, and Harley laughed so hard that her legs were weak, and she squirmed towards the sofa, as if she wanted to talk to him. Friends having a rough time.

Just then, she discovered that there was someone else in the room. Under the psychedelic light, she could still clearly see the figure wearing armor, black and yellow, the most well-known warning colors in nature.

This man had been watching them in the darkness, the red single eye on his helmet reflecting an ominous light. Even Harley couldn't help but blurt out at this scene:

"Oh..."

Yes, as a world-famous assassin, it is not a good thing for Deathstroke to appear in anyone's home.

"Deathstroke? Why are you in my house?"

Harley shook her head, her face was crimson and she looked like she had drank a lot.

"I need an answer to a question, maybe you will know it." Cindy was not polite to her, and made a request directly: "I want to find the bat, where is she?"

"You have to look for bats, what's so good about stinky bats..." Harley didn't answer, but ran to the sofa and hugged another person, as if seeking comfort.

Su Ming walked out from behind Cindy and whispered: "It seems that the Fool has also sent her to look for her. She is probably in the same situation as us."

"Can't we just go to Arkham and ask for details?" Cindy frowned under her mask. Since you think the Fool knows, you might as well go and find out.

"No need, Fool, she doesn't know. My judgment was wrong before." Su Ming calmly overturned his previous thoughts and watched Harley rolling around on the sofa from a distance: "If you only received If the task is vague, or you can't understand it, then it may be intentional by the Fool. But Harley is someone she trusts, and even Harley doesn't know about it now, which means that the task given to her by the Fool is just like us, it's like finding a needle in a haystack. .”

Cindy nodded slightly: "So that's why you came to Harley first, to determine whether the Fool knew about the bat? Indeed, Harley is much more understanding than the Fool."

This kind of praise will not make Su Ming proud, because now things have reached a deadlock.

In the comics Su Ming had read, there was no such thing as Bliss Vayne disappearing. The picture in the comics was just her hiding in a hidden base, watching the Sea Queen land for peace negotiations through the big screen. Then she concluded that the so-called negotiation was just a cover, so she went to ambush Queen Arthur, causing a series of chain reactions.

But Cindy has already been to the Batcave. If not there, where could this secret base be?

I don’t have any clue, they say a cunning rabbit has three holes, but Batgirl is much more cunning than a rabbit.

If Bliss had waited until Bliss jumped out on her own, it would have been too late. Su Ming didn't know how Bliss managed to sneak into Arthur's side among the millions of soldiers and kill her smoothly.

In other words, even though he knew that Atlantis would attack Paradise Island, he didn't know when or what form it would take. He was most sure of stopping Batgirl in Gotham.

His foresight is also limited. The scenes in the comics are too general and not enough to serve as clues.

Harley then remembered that she had a death knell to deal with. She got up and yelled with messy hair:

"I don't know where the bat is, you're looking in the wrong place!...Uh, wait, why are there two death knells?" Harley lowered her head and rubbed her eyes, then raised her head again, but there were still two, which made her The little mouth opened wide: "I either drank too little or drank too much... Oops, I forgot about Ms. J asking me to find bats, she will hate me!"

As if suddenly sober, Harley recalled what she had been waiting for these days. It was not eating, drinking and having fun waiting for the end of the world, not waiting for the chaotic human drama, but waiting for the bats to come to her.

"Emm...Have the bats been here?..."

She held her chin and tilted her head to try to remember, but she was having too much fun these days. When she was spinning like a top on the dance floor, how could she notice whether Batgirl had come?

"Hey, you didn't even mention reminding me." After thinking for a long time to no avail, Harley raised her hand and slapped the person on the sofa, as if she was angry.

"You've never told me about this, how can I remind you?"

The person on the sofa sounded dumbfounded, but judging from her voice and tone, she must be a very hot beauty, even her usual words were charming and sweet.

At this time, Cindy came close to Su Ming's ear and whispered: "If the situation is not good, prepare to evacuate. I didn't bring herbicide this time."

However, the person on the sofa jumped up as if he had been electrocuted, hugged Harley and turned around, staring at the two people at the door with expressionless faces.

Now Su Ming could clearly see what the other party was wearing. To be precise, she was wearing nothing but leaves. The green leaves and vines covered her important parts. This half-exposed posture was like nature only wore underwear for her.

Slender arms, slender thighs, flat belly, and smooth back are all exposed to the air. Purple moist eye shadow and lip gloss, and long red wavy hair that is naturally loose and decorated with flowers, all make her full of temptation at all times.

It's Poison Ivy, Harley's best friend, a famous botanist, an avid environmentalist, and a big trouble in Gotham City.

She is an environmentalist rather than a plant protectionist. She doesn't care how dirty the air is, as long as it doesn't affect plant photosynthesis; she doesn't care how dirty the water is, as long as it doesn't affect her watering the flowers. In short, even if a nuclear bomb explodes in Gotham, it doesn't matter as long as it doesn't affect her precious plants.

Unlike other mental patients, Poison Ivy can be said to be a real superpower. She can create, spawn and command any plant to serve her, such as summoning huge vines to smash buildings, and letting flowers all over the city spread deadly poisonous gas. , or parasitize tiny deadly spores into other people's bodies.

In addition, she is very smart and has multiple doctorates. All her body fluids are poisonous and have different effects. She can control other people's minds, make people crazy, and even make people die in sweet dreams. inside.

She was transformed by plants and toxins and became a person with the ability to regenerate rapidly. Even if she was fatally injured, she could germinate and grow again by burying her in the soil and pouring some water.

In the world of comics, Superman in the parallel world is even controlled by her. Currently, only Batman in the New 52 world is known to be immune to this mind-control venom.

Batman's firm will prevents him from being manipulated, but his mortal body is not immune to other toxins. Many times in the comics, Batman has been poisoned by Poison Ivy's various poisons. His life depends on his butler. Xia Xia and Robin made an antidote to save him.

Of course Cindy would feel bad if she suddenly faced a genuine superpower like Poison Ivy without any preparation, so it would be better to leave as soon as possible.

And what Cindy just said about herbicides is like pointing at a monk and calling him a bald donkey, slapping him in the face right at the door of his house.

"How did you hear it?" Cindy was a little stunned, and her hand slowly moved towards the weapon.

"All the lighting effects here, the lamps above our heads and around us, are controlled and rotated by vines. Poison Ivy can rely on them to transmit tiny vibration waves and hear anything we say."

Su Ming did not touch the weapon, but stood in front of Cindy. He opened his palms to Poison Ivy and Harley to show that there was no hostility, and explained to Cindy.

"The other death knell is right, the sound is also a kind of vibration."

Poison Ivy relaxed a little, and several small snake-like vines retracted from her body. If she could, she wouldn't want to fight Deathstroke, let alone two.

"Our employer is also Ms. J, so we all have the same purpose of looking for bats. Why don't we sit down and have something to eat together?"

In fact, Su Ming and Cindy's search for bats now has nothing to do with Jester's mission, but to save Earth Minus 11, but there is no need to tell Harley and the others this.

His brain was working rapidly, and he took off his helmet.

Because Harley is not her opponent in a head-to-head fight. The threat only comes from Poison Ivy. However, none of her attack methods can be defended by the helmet. It is better to take it off to see people by their true colors, divert their attention, and alleviate the problem. Now the situation is tense.

Because this is Earth Minus 11, he is probably the only male super villain.

"male?!"

"male?"

As he expected, after he revealed his true face, both Harley and Poison Ivy Ivy screamed.

"Hmph." Cindy snorted, took off her helmet, and walked up to Su Ming. Apart from their different genders and different looks, the two of them were exactly the same.

The same blind one eye, the same armor and weapons, the same aesthetic level.

Except the style of doing things is different.

Harley sat down on the sofa, looked at Cindy, and then at Su Ming, her big eyes full of curiosity:

"Well, now we are interested in your story. As for looking for bats, if you can't find them, you can't find them. I can't just use plasticine to make one and give it to Ms. J, right?"