American comics: Praising the sun, starting from Gotham!

Harley skipped and hopped toward the control room located below the end of the roller coaster track.

It was a large iron gate painted in an extremely bright color, with huge lips painted on it making an exaggerated kissing motion.

"Ta-da! My grand finale is just beginning!"

She gripped the handle, as if drawing back the curtain to reveal a dazzling stage.

"This is a special surprise Mr. J prepared for you! He always says he wants to make a lasting impression on every unexpected guest!"

The rusty door hinge emitted a long, extremely disappointing sound.

In the very center of the empty room, there was only one of the cheapest circus unicycles, on which sat a palm-sized, even somewhat crudely made cotton clown doll and a cassette tape.

A draft blew in through the broken window, causing the wheelbarrow to wobble precariously, its balance swaying back and forth. The doll's face was painted with a red smile, and it still clutched a small, drooping white flag, on which a few words were scrawled in marker:

"Let's go find it."

There is a bat symbol drawn next to it.

"I knew it! I knew it!"

"Another note! Another cassette tape! Honey, I'm going to give that stubborn Batman a surprise, you're in charge of the henchmen here! Pshaw!"

Harley kicked the still-twitching doll's head away.

She practically pressed her entire head against the lens of her fantasy, her lips, painted with lipstick, radiating the extreme resentment of a working-class person who had been stood up by their boss.

"Hey, you luminous being over there! You're right, this is impossible to play! Mr. J is the same in every universe! The one on Earth 1 was a control freak, the one on Earth 3 was a sissy who just cried and begged for his mom, and this one?! He actually stood me up at my opening ceremony!"

She turned around, showing no awareness that she would be taken hostage or defeated, but instead seemed to have found a rare listener who could understand her strange ramblings, pointing at the remains of the dolls on the ground and complaining incessantly.

"I've read the script! This was supposed to be the final boss battle! There should be fire, acid, and at least three shots of internal monologue! But what did we get? Just an empty room and a broken stereo that can't even pay its electricity bill! Was the screenwriter in a rush to get lunch?!"

Ivy's sunflower clone peeked out from behind Xiu En's collar, revealing half of its flower head. Xiu En could feel the strong worry about whether the child had been discharged from the hospital yet, which was transmitted through the roots.

"Earth 3 doesn't have such a great amusement park."

Xiu En even cooperated by lowering the brightness of his own clothes a little, so as not to let the white powder on this rare and interesting character crack in the sun.

He stepped over the scrap metal that was still sparking with electricity.

"I didn't see the Joker there. But I did see a few supervillains who were wrapped up like dumplings, crying and shouting that they wanted to pack up Gotham and give it away."

"Furthermore, if he really wanted to stay behind to cover the retreat, I think he should at least have left you a real gun, not that one."

Harley followed Hugh's gaze to her RPG model, which was actually just a large cork toy gun and was meant to be her backup weapon. Her expression turned into a funny face that looked like she was about to cry but was trying hard to suppress her laughter.

"I told you the weight was off! He told me it was lightweight carbon fiber! And the paint smells like cheap nail polish!"

She slammed the gun to the ground with a thud, and it even bounced twice before coming to rest.

There are no traps.

There is no poisonous gas.

There isn't even a single decent fighter among them.

All that's left is a glowing object and a crazy woman who got ripped off by her boss.

"never mind."

Xiu En shook his head, and the golden light around him completely subsided, the dazzling divinity fading away.

All that remains is an unfathomable, ordinary quality.

"Since the director isn't here, then there's no point in acting in this play. Ivy?"

"I'm here. And I've been itching to get back to work for a while now."

As soon as the sunflower finished speaking, countless vines, emerald green with dark gold veins, burst forth from the concrete ground.

Before Harley Quinn could even come up with a new joke to end the farce, she was completely wrapped up by those not-so-gentle vines and turned into a human-shaped dumpling with only her face and ponytail showing.

"Let me go! This goes against her character! Harley Quinn only acts when facing... well, maybe being tied up is acceptable, but these vines have thorns!"

Harley's voice echoed across the empty ruins, while her new owner, Ivy, was ready to take over the trouble.

Harley clearly didn't give up her final struggle because of the vine covering her mouth.

Even though she was bound into a large green cocoon, she was still wriggling incessantly, if you listened carefully.

You can also hear a muffled sound, like chewing gum stuck to the floor:

"Ugh! Ugh, it's not me, Xiao Gui! (I'm from the Suicide Squad!)"

"Ugh! Ugh, it's not me, Xiao Gui! (I'm from the Suicide Squad!)"

"We're best friends in another dirty drama! (In another script, we're best friends!)"

"Ugh! (Ivy!) That stupid fish net is way too short for this guy! (That Shark King is way cuter than this guy!)"

*Splat*

To prevent this cross-dimensional gossip, which contains enough material to warrant a cease and desist letter from DC writers, from continuing to pollute the air.

Another vine thoughtfully added another layer of natural sound-insulating moss on top of the original seal.

The world is finally peaceful.

Only the distant sirens stubbornly proved that this was still the set of a crime drama.

"My God, is there some kind of perpetual motion machine powered by that inside her mouth?"

The slightly wilted sunflower that was clinging to Xiu En's shoulder lifted its flower head slightly.

"What shark? What team? Do I look like the kind of person who would team up with a shark? This crazy woman's delusions will probably never be cured unless she has her frontal lobe removed."

Several GCPD patrol cars finally stopped on the sandy area outside the amusement park.

The team leader was a young police officer. He looked at the red and black rice dumpling that had been airdropped directly onto the hood of the police car by the giant plant tentacles, and his expression was as interesting as if he were watching a long-abandoned science program.

The officers even skipped the handcuffs and tried to shove the person into the back seat. The main reason was that the vine ball was so large that they ultimately had to open the trunk.

This was probably the most undignified arrest of Harley's career, like being packed up and thrown into a garbage truck as if she were a gardener's pruning twig or rotten leaf.

"I'm starting to miss those basically silent owl court assassins."

Xiu En watched the taillights of the departing police car.

"The vocabulary she used almost made me think I should find a save point."

"That's normal."

The sunflower sighed, and one of its leaves made a remarkably human-like gesture of rubbing its forehead.

"Don't try to understand what a madman is saying; madmen all have their own thoughts."

"Perfect timing. When we get back, I'll have Ah Fu make you some of those terribly bitter herbal teas to wash your ears."

Xiu En touched the flower petals on his shoulder.

"Let's go, filming here is finished. Although our director, Mr. J, has run away, I think that will only leave a bigger stage for a more professional audience."