[Comprehensive British and American] Bat family's small bat dart

Harry saw it.

Under the blood-colored sky is a scorched land, and as far as the eye can see, there are sharp-edged floating islands floating in mid-air, and in the distance is a city.

The scene changes rapidly, and she appears in that city.

This is a restaurant, a hell-style restaurant, with dim lighting, and the waiters and customers coming and going are no different from normal humans, except for some subtle differences, such as the shape of the pupils or the devil's horns on the top of the head.

At first glance, it looks no different from a normal restaurant, but human beings will feel an instinctive tremor standing here, which is the suppression of the lower level by the existence of the high level.

"This is a memory, now I will take you to find him."

A cold female voice sounded beside his ears, and Harry could feel the man's lips whispering softly against his ears, like a poisoned red apple, beautiful but dangerous.

"I hope you won't cry when you hear it with your own ears. I won't comfort you."

In the cold voice as always, apart from the superficial dislike, there is also a slight tenderness, like a flame under an iceberg.

"This is between me and Pudding, so I don't need you to comfort me!"

In fact, Harley had already believed most of it. She strode around in self-destructive strides, her originally reddened eye sockets were forced back, and she stared at any point in the void, as if she was staring at that nasty female demon.

"The first box on the right, you're welcome."

The female voice appeared again, this time to show Harry the way.

Harry walked over arrogantly, even though no one could see her in memory.

A demon sits in the middle, asking questions that don't match

"I remember you still have a pony in the world, right? What's it called, Harley Quinn?"

"Haha Harley Quinn? What is that? Can it be eaten? I should be glad I came to hell and finally get rid of that idiot!"

The familiar voice draws out the tone and speaks in cadence. The clown is sitting in a corner of the box, still wearing his favorite purple suit. He seems to be having a good time. He slowly eats the bloody steak into his mouth, and the corners of his mouth are stained. blood.

"It was a toy I made out of boredom. I thought it was fun at first, but unfortunately it was too clingy and it became troublesome."

"It's a pity that my little bat is not here, but it doesn't matter, I can wait for him for another few decades, and then we can continue the game."

He started humming happily

"To kill a little bird, a distraught little bat.

kill two little birds"

Harley's eyes were completely red, and she couldn't help rushing up to punch the clown, this punch almost used all her strength, the fist went straight through the clown's face, and she herself fell to the ground due to excessive force.

She couldn't hurt the clown in "memory".

This realization made her angry and had no place to vent her anger. She stared at the clown for a while, her eyes were cold, and the flames in her eyes seemed to completely ignite the madness

"Batman, Batman, sure enough, my mind is full of that nasty guy, go to hell!"

She raised her leg and kicked the clown's face, and her foot slammed down the face of the clown's image.

In the next second, her vision blurred, and she opened her eyes again to return to the real world. The devil's sharp black nails were in front of her eyes, and her slender and beautiful fingers stopped at the corners of her eyes. Then Harley heard the devil's unwavering voice stating the facts "You cried."

Harry blinked, and slowly realized the situation. She stared fixedly at the devil's scary nails and wings, and didn't even choke for a long time.

The demon has a bad feeling.

"Wow--!"

"He's a liar, a scumbag!!"

"Woooooo-"

Harley hugged the demon, buried her face in her shoulders, and cried like a cry. If most women cry are weak, pitiful, and heartbreaking, then Harley Quinn's cry is like a leak from the sky. It rained heavily in the cave.

Even when she was crying, she was always enthusiastic, lively and bold like her own character.

The whole body of the hugged demon froze. She looked around and asked for help, but all of them were like wooden stakes, and no one came to help.

It took her a long time to realize that they couldn't see her expression.

The suffering was not enough, she bit the demon's shoulder with a groaning bite, the force she used was not too much, but it was not too small.

An indistinct cry came from the shoulder, "Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo—"

The demon was taken aback by the surprise attack. Even though Harley's human teeth couldn't even bite through the skin, if it was a different person, blood would definitely be seen.

"You, hiccup...why are you so hard?"

Harry slapped the devil on the back, very dissatisfied.

Constantine was already stunned. Looking at the two hugging together, he felt that he knew too much.

Will it be murdered?

The hand holding the cigarette trembled slightly, and he took a few steps back and bumped into the corner of the table behind him. His expression was twisted by the pain but he didn't dare to make a sound.

He has never seen such a caring devil, maybe because of the mixed blood?

No, no, he prefers to believe that the trial of the devil is only for ha

Lea Quinn is such a good person.

The sound of him hitting the table made the devil suddenly remember that there were other people present, and he could feel the eyes that were full of tender emotions turn cold the moment they looked up.

Constantine was vigilant and stiff, not daring to relax.

The demon looked back with his hands as if nothing had happened, and suddenly spread his wings. The sound of the wings piercing the air was clearly audible, which shows how powerful its attack power is. When the agents suddenly raised the wooden barn, she wrapped the clown girl and herself with her wings Strictly.

The pair of black wings with huge bones and strong muscles easily divided an independent space, and the sound inside could not leak out at all, only the window specially set above the head let in light and air, and the demon removed his face inside. of occlusion.

Headache and bewilderment clearly appeared on the face full of evil aura. She felt a small piece of wet black robe neckline. She guessed that there must be traces of powder blue eye shadow or other cosmetics rubbed on it.

The devil lowered his head, his gaze stayed on the top of the golden furry head for a long time, and finally hugged helplessly the big crying baby on his chest.

Harley's self-regulation skills were not bad, the sad emotions subsided, and only the anger remained. She bit the demon's shoulder for a while, and finally weakened herself to let go.

She snorted angrily, "Do you have scissors?"

What does Harley Quinn want scissors for?It certainly wasn't suicide anyway.

The demon stretched out its claws with great interest, and the sharp nails shone coldly under the light.

"This is scissors, what are you going to do? I will help you."

"Please help me cut off the ends of my dyed hair, thank you." Harry glanced at her face watching the excitement, and said angrily.

This is the first time for Beta to cut someone's hair. She doesn't know how to do other tricks, but one size fits all is fine.

With a flash of cold light, Harley's hair was cut short by half.

Harry stomped on the pink-blue hair angrily, as if he thought they were a clown.

This was not enough, she tore off the collar with the word joker written on her neck, and at the cost of strangling her neck to bleed, she also wanted to clean up the mark of joker on her body.

The demon just watched all her movements, neither stopped nor helped.

After a while, Harry said hoarsely, "Do you know what my name means?"

She didn't want to wait for the devil's answer, she had had enough of waiting after chasing the clown for the past few years.

"Harley Quinn means serve, no

It is nothing but the master. "

"I used to think having a joker was enough."

"But I now find that's not the case."

The slightly taller demon just listened silently, she didn't interrupt Harry's words, she didn't speak until the last syllable fell

"Harlene Quinzel can't come back, but Harley Quinn can live a different life and redefine your own name."

The devil's golden pupils stared directly at Harry's eyes without blinking or avoiding. The extreme calmness and shattered madness collided, as if some beautiful chemical reaction had taken place. Harry saw the smile in the woman's eyes, and that smile melted away. Cold and solid ice.

"Or would you like to join my camp? I can represent hell's activities in the world. In this way, in hell, your level will definitely be higher than joker in the future, and you can take revenge."

Harry had regained his composure, and the long-standing madness reappeared.

Different from the complete loss of control when he was with the clown, the current appearance can be regarded as a unique personality charm, a charming little lunatic.

She tilted her head, giggled, put her arm on the demon's shoulder, hooked the demon's neck, and faced her face to face.

"Are you recruiting me?"

"Of course." The demon didn't hesitate, and she looked inexplicably upright after she lost her sense of danger.

Seriously, she doesn't look like a demon at all.

Harry couldn't hold back his curiosity, and reached out to touch the strong devil horns on the top of the woman's head, thinking silently in his heart.

Forget it, who let her regain her life with the help of this devil-like lady, it seems good to sell her own, at least she has a premonition that her future life will be wonderful.

"I accept, sir."

She gave an extremely non-standard salute in a decent manner, which looked like she was joking, but both of them knew she was serious.

When the wings that occupied most of the room were opened again, the vigilant agents raised their weapons for the first time, and Nick Frippy smiled, "What are you doing, Ms. Devil?"

Thanks to the magic, Harley's face has been cleaned up, and now she looks refreshed and rejuvenated. The breath of a little madman rushes to her face. The rope on her body has long been untied by the devil. mouth, was eagerly looking at the pair of big wings, stared at it for a long time and finally couldn't hold it back, and pounced on it all at once.

The demon caught her firmly with its big wings, as easily as if what was hanging on it was not an adult woman, but a weightless toy.

She was careless, "Of course I saved some for Harley, otherwise would you -- so many men watch a hurt girl cry? That would be a little too inhuman."

"Oh no, I almost forgot, I'm not human in the first place."

She picked her nails slowly.

Fury almost fell on his back in anger. He stared deeply at the female demon summoned from hell. It's a pity that there is no medicine for regret in this world, otherwise he would never follow Harley Quinn's wishes to contact hell.

"I hope you can understand that Miss Quinn is our prisoner. Her terrorist attack has caused damage to citizens' property. We must ensure that she is safe."

Fury is also not thin-skinned, he nakedly called the banner of "protecting" Harley Quinn, asking the devil to spit out what he ate.

How can it be?

female devil nodding calmly

"Of course, of course you have reasons to take Harry away."

Who knew that Fury's punch was completely on the cotton, he was stunned, and he never thought that the demon who was still hooking up with Harley Quinn just now would have such a reaction.

"Don't let them take my dear, they should have finished dismantling the bomb by now, if they take it away, they might treat me differently."

Harley poked her head out from behind the wings, and she made a face at the braised egg on the opposite side, with a pitiful tone of voice.

The devil didn't care about the other spectators here, and "whispered" to Harry, "Don't worry about the little crying bag. Since he invited you to sit and sit with them, you can go and treat it as a day trip to famous attractions, you are mine Man, hell will help you to have a good 'talk' to the government and get you back to me as soon as possible."

If it is not evil, can it be called hell?Dealing with secret agents and spies who are seriously suspicious and dying, let them feel that hell is more in line with their psychological expectations than pretending to be innocent.

This is all from experience. Is anyone more suspicious than Bruce? Boss can deal with it and even dare to chase him, is she still afraid of a secret agent?

"Little crying bag?!"

"Who do you call Little Crying Bag?!"

Harry's expression suddenly turned ferocious, and he grabbed the wings on the demon's back and pulled them out. She is indeed strong and not easy to get hurt, but she couldn't stand the other party's really strong pull.

"hiss--!"

A little sore, but not far from tearing it apart.

Come on, ordinary people can't stand this little lunatic.

"Stop, little lunatic, oh--is the head office okay, sweetheart?"

In the end, Fury took Harley Quinn away with a dark face under the threat of a certain demon.

Obviously, Oman

The plan of the woman in Davola was completely ruined. Her plan to let Harley Quinn join the "Task Force X" was aborted.

Unless she can get rid of the demon in front of her by herself, she will be able to carry out the plan!

He looked at the back of the Harley Quinn humming and bouncing like a trip to the Trident Building, her eyes seemed to be looking at some peerless vixen.Otherwise, why there was a clown before, and after the clown is dead, there are demons?

Harley Quinn's background has not disappeared, but has become more and more hard.