Harley couldn't remember the first night she had partyed.
A few days ago, her dearest little pudding had sent her a letter from the people of Akamatu, and the envelope was written in a haphazard manner with language and symbols that ordinary people could not understand, and a number of lip prints were left with red, blood-like marks.
But she knew it was true, it was a way of communication that only the two of them could use, like a password or a code, a little secret that belonged to the two of them, and every time she thought of it, she was full of sweetness.
When the cowering guard handed the letter to Harry, and then ran out of the circus territory screaming, Harley happily circled the room with the thin piece of letter to her chest with joy on her face.
Rigoletto has been captured by bats in Arkham for more than half a year, and Harley misses her very much.
When she received the letter, she remembered the joy of getting a Christmas present when she was a child, the sweetness of eating chocolate for the first time, and the joy of wearing high heels for the first time.
This happiness made her forget that she was going to kill the messenger with a sledgehammer, and she had planned to disguise herself as a prison guard and infiltrate Arkham to save Rigosho.
She gently twisted the ends of her hair with one hand, as shy as a young girl in spring, while the other hand pulled out a kitchen knife out of nowhere and couldn't wait to open the envelope.
It's a pity that this happiness stopped after she opened the letter, and the words on the letter made her sigh unconsciously!
No!
This is not true!
Roars like that.
Rigoletto wrote in his letter: "Dear little pumpkin, how are you doing?
I have good news for you, the world is going to end, and we're all going to die!
Happy?
” "Oh, death, what a beautiful word, I've changed my clothes and I'm ready for the appointment!"
"I ate a shriveled roast goose today, what about you?"
"My Mr.
Spoon doesn't talk to me much lately."
"Can you bring a bat to see me before you die?
I'd rather die with her, and you can take a taxi home by yourself. ” "Well, that's it, as soon as possible, Momoda."
Although Rigoletto's trademark wild laughter was not visible on the page, judging by the scribbled handwriting and the content of the preface, she was still hers.
The crooked font is interspersed with strange graffiti drawn by her, which looks like her smiling face, and there are dry marks like snot or saliva on the letterhead, which seems to be very happy when Rigoletto writes the letter.
But Hallie, who received the letter, was not happy.
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, and this event made her a little happy In short, the emotions are mixed.
Rigoletto is still full of stinky bats in the end, and he seems to be a driver or an errand runner, obviously saying that it is a small snack for each other, and that the little pumpkin and the little pudding will always be together Laughing wildly, Harley set fire to and smashed inside the house, venting her frustration.
But in the end, she did as Rigoletto said, who called them good sisters?
Harley had never doubted her, wasn't it such a trivial thing as the destruction of the world?
It's definitely true.
Not only herself, but even the circus is sent out to search for traces of bats in Gotham City.
However, the best methods of the past have failed, and no matter how they try to cause a riot in the city, only the boring cops have arrived, and Batgirl has never appeared.
For three nights in a row, Harley went out to make trouble as if she was going to work at night, and only came back with her tired body at dawn, but the bat seemed to be missing, and there was not even a shadow from beginning to end.
"Maybe it's a vacation abroad, but I also want to go to Paris or something else once in a while."
Harley left large signs on the rooftops of buildings where bats often appeared, each with cartoon fingers pointing in the direction of her home, and she knew that the bats would smell her.
Then she went back here and waited for the bats to arrive every night.
At first, she just waited while reading a book, but it was too easy to fall asleep, and Harley felt that this would not work, and she didn't know that the bats had come like that.
So the next day, it turned into reading a book while drinking.
On the third day, it became dancing and drinking at the same time.
Gradually, she seems to have forgotten her original purpose, and instead has adopted the revelry every night as a new habit, celebrating the imminent destruction of the earth.
But the people of the circus didn't dare to play with Hallie at all, and they didn't like to be hit on the head with a sledgehammer.
This made Harley feel lonely, so she called her best friends and stayed here for a 24-hour.
However, the Rigoletto in the asylum went berserk waiting, wondering what was going on in the outside world, why Harley hadn't brought the bats yet, and was just laughing more hysterically in her room.
A few days later, a mysterious audio tape was taken out of her room by the prison guards and handed over to Death Knell several times, and Cindy also took over the task of finding bats, which is what happened before Su Ming and Cindy met.
Harley hugged the pillar, panting and staring at the people on the couch, and then both of them laughed, and Harley laughed so hard that her legs went limp, and she threw herself at the couch with a twist, as if she wanted to have a fight with her friends.
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At this moment, she noticed that there were other people in the room, and under the psychedelic light, she could still see the figure wearing armor, black and yellow, which was the most well-known warning color in nature.
The man had been watching them in the dark, and the red eye on his helmet reflected an ominous light, and even Harley blurted out this scene: "Ahh That's right, as a world-renowned assassin, it's not a good thing for the death knell to be in anyone's house.
"Death knell?
Why are you in my house?
” Hallie shook her head, her face crimson and she looked like she had drunk a lot of wine.
"I need an answer to a question, maybe you'll know."
Cindy was not polite to her, and directly made a request: "I'm looking for a bat, where is she?"
” "Look for bats, what's so good about stinky bats," Harley didn't answer, but ran to the couch and hugged the other person, as if seeking comfort.
Su Ming walked out from behind Cindy and whispered, "It seems that the Rigoletto also sent her to look for her, and it is estimated that the situation is the same as ours." ” "Can't we just kill Arkham and ask for clarification?"
Cindy frowned under her mask, since you think Rigoletto knows, then just go and ask.
"No, she doesn't know, my judgment was wrong before."
Su Ming calmly overturned his previous thoughts, and watched Harley roll around on the sofa from a distance: "If it's just that the task you received is vague, or you can't understand it, then it may be that the courtier did it on purpose."
But Harley is the one she trusts, and now even Harley doesn't know it, which means that the task given to her by Rigoletto is the same as ours, looking for a needle in a haystack. ” Cindy nodded slightly: "It turns out that you came to Harley first with this intention, to judge whether the Rigoletto knows the news of the bat?"
Indeed, Hallie knows much better than Rigoletto. ” This kind of compliment will not make Su Ming proud, because now things are at an impasse.
In the comics that Su Ming once read, there was no such thing as Briswane disappearing, the picture of the comics was just her hiding in a hidden base, watching the scene of the Sea Queen landing to negotiate peacefully through the big screen, and then she concluded that the so-called negotiations were just a cover, so she went to ambush Queen Arthur, causing a series of chain reactions.
But Cindy had already been to the Bat Cave, and if it wasn't there, where would this secret base be?
Without any clue, they all say that there are three holes of cunning rabbits, but the batgirl is much more cunning than the rabbit.
If it was too late for Brissy to jump out on her own, Su Ming didn't know how Briss managed to get around Arthur in an army of millions and kill her successfully.
In other words, even if he knew that Atlantis would attack Paradise Island, he didn't know what time and form it would be, and he was only sure of blocking Batgirl in Gotham.
His prophetic preconception is also limited, and the scenes in the comics are too general to be used as clues.
Harley then remembered that she had a death knell to deal with, and she got up, her hair messing up and shouting: "I don't know where the bats are, you're in the wrong place!
Uh, wait, why are there two death knells?
Hallie looked down and rubbed her eyes, and looked up again, but it was still two, which made her mouth open wide: "I either drank too little, or I drank too much, I forgot that Ms.
J told me to find bats, she would hate me!"
” As if she had suddenly woken up, Harley remembered what she had been waiting for these days, not to eat, drink and have fun waiting for the end to come, not to wait for the chaotic human drama, but to wait for the bats to come to her.
"Have the bats been here?"
She held her chin and tilted her little head to try to remember, but these days she had so much fun that when she spun like a little spinning top on the dance floor, how could she notice if Batgirl had been there?
"Hey, you didn't even say to remind me."
After thinking for a long time to no avail, Harley raised her hand and slapped the person on the couch as if she was angry.
"You never told me about it, how can I remind you?"
The person on the sofa sounds crying and laughing, but in terms of voice and tone, she should be a very hot beauty, and even her usual speech is charming and sweet.
Cindy leaned into Su Ming's ear at this time and whispered, "If the situation is not good, prepare to withdraw, I didn't bring herbicide this time." ” However, the man on the couch jumped up as if he had been struck by electricity, and turned around with Harley in his arms, staring at the two men at the door with expressionless expressions.
At this time, Su Ming saw the other party's clothes clearly, to be exact, she was not wearing anything but leaves.
The cyan leaves and vines obscured her vital parts, a half-revealing gesture as if nature had only dressed her in her underwear.
Slender arms, slender thighs, flat lower abdomen, smooth back, all exposed to the air.
Her purple eyeshadow and lip gloss, and her long, wavy red hair that naturally draped and adorned with flowers, all made her feel seductive at all times.
It's Ivy Ivy, Hallie's best friend, a famous botanist, an avid environmentalist, and a big nuisance in Gotham City.
To say that she is an environmentalist is not so much a plant conservationist, she doesn't care how dirty the air is, as long as it doesn't affect plant photosynthesis; It doesn't matter how dirty the water is, as long as it doesn't affect her watering the flowers.
In short, even if Gotham has a nuclear bomb explosion, as long as it doesn't affect her baby plant, it doesn't matter.
Unlike other psychoses, Poison Ivy is a real superpower, capable of creating, spawning, and directing any plant to serve her, such as summoning giant vines to shatter buildings, spreading deadly poison gas from flowers all over the city, or parasitizing tiny deadly spores into others.
On top of that, she's very smart, has multiple PhDs, and all of her bodily fluids are poisonous with varying effects, controlling other people's minds, making people crazy, and even making people die in sweet dreams.
She has been modified by plants and toxins to become a rapid regenerative person, and even if she is mortally wounded, she can sprout and grow again by burying her in the soil and watering her.
In the world of comics, Superman in parallel worlds will even be controlled by her, and it is currently known that Batman of the new 52 world is immune to this mind-controlled venom.
Batman's strong will makes him uncontrollable, but his mortal body is not immune to other toxins, and there are many times in the comics that Batman has been poisoned by Poison Ivy's various poisons, and his life is on the verge of being saved by the antidote made by Butler and Robin.
In the case of unpreparedness, Cindy will of course feel bad about suddenly facing a real superpower like Poison Ivy Girl, and it is better to leave quickly.
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And the herbicide that Cindy just said was like pointing at the monk and shouting at the bald donkey, and slapping him in the face to the door.
"How was it heard?"
Cindy was stunned, and her hand slowly moved to the weapon.
"All the lighting effects here, the lamps around our heads, are controlled by vines, and Poison Ivy can rely on them to conduct subtle vibrations and hear anything we say."
Su Ming didn't touch the weapon, but stood in front of Cindy, explaining to Cindy while opening his palm to Poison Ivy and Harley to show that there was no hostility.
"The other death knell is right, sound is also a type of vibration."
Poison Ivy relaxed a little, and a few small snake-like vines retracted back into her body, and she didn't want to fight Deathbell if she could, 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 eat something together?"
In fact, now Su Ming and Cindy's search for bats has nothing to do with Rigoletto's mission, but to save the Earth Negative 11, but there is no need to talk to Harley about this.
His brain raced, and he took off his helmet.
Because Harley is not her opponent in a head-on battle, the threat is only from the Poison Ivy Girl, but her attack methods are not something that a helmet can defend, it is better to take off and recognize people with their true faces, divert their attention, and alleviate the current tense situation.
Because this is minus 11 on the earth, the male supervillain, it is estimated that he is the only one.
"Man?!"
"Male?"
As he expected, after he revealed his true colors, both Harley and Ivy Ivy screamed.
"Hmph."
Cindy snorted coldly, also took off her helmet, and walked to Su Ming's side, except for their different genders and different appearances, the two were completely carved out of the same mold.
The same blind one-eyed, the same armor and weapons, the same aesthetic level.
Except that the style of doing things is not quite the same.
Hallie sat down on the sofa with a puff, looked at Cindy, and then at Su Ming, her big eyes full of curiosity: "Well, now we're interested in your story, as for finding bats, if you can't find them, you can't find them, I can't make one out of plasticine and send it to Ms.
J, right?"
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