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"Come on Ter' you gotta come!'
"Hey I don't know if you've noticed but partying sounds like a lot more fun than being
shot at or crushed into a wall! I gotta work for Wayne."
"Yeah bein' Batma..."Max's voice trails off as a tall kid in a blue t-shirt goes past.
"What?" The kid asks."
"Batman...I'm working at a zoo for extra money."
"Oh." The kid walks off.
"So anyway I'll be there soon as my shift's over."
"Gotcha Ter' just don't work too hard huh?"
Terry walks away muttering, "I only wish."
***
The night's cold.
Extremely cold.
Terry perches, shivering, atop a gargoyle looking over the city.
On his visor he has the (Bomb Countdown Clock) up to tell him when his shift's over.
001:001:020
001:001:019
Just over an hour to go.
Terry glances around.
There's nothing going on.
He gets up.
It's party time!
***
It's late at night.
Harley Quinzell, known now as Nana Harley, is about to get into bed.
Her grand-daughters, twins known as Dee Dee, have just left the house to go to a 'Last
Day of School' party.
A tall man now stands in front of her.
His left hand seems to be a machine with an arsenal of weapons.
He wears a blue and red costume with a full-face mask and a strange robotic eye that
keeps swiveling and focusing.
"Ah... Ms. Vuinzell I presume."
"Quin...Quinzell. Who are you?"
"This is vhat I said, no? Anyvay you are about to be var past caring vhat I say or how I
say it."
"Oh yeah?"
Harley leaps out of bed and flips to the other end of the room.
She elbows a panel in the wall.
It falls open to show millions of pictures of a man in a purple suit and green hair.
"Oops! Wrong panel."
She elbows the next panel.
It shatters and an oversized gun with a boxing-glove at the end falls out, into her waiting
hand.
"Sianara, accent boy!"
The man laughs.
Then she pulls the trigger.
The boxing glove spirals out and explodes in the mans stomach.
"That'll teach you to laugh at an old lady!"
"And vhis vill teach you not to do vhat!"
***
Terry walks into the party and crosses to Max.
"Nice of you to show up."
"Hey I came as fast as I could."
"True...Anyway there's two people here you might recognize."
"Not criminals anything but..."
"Hi we're the Dee Dee's!"
"...Criminals."
***
The tall man in blue picks up Harley, lays her in her bed and pushes the covers over her
lifeless body.
"Vhat vas it? Oh yes. Sianara!"
He pulls on a gray overcoat and wraps his robotic hand in fake bandages.
"Bye now."
He walks out of her apartment, slamming the door behind him.
***
"Criminals? Hey!"
"S...Sorry I was..."
"Hey Dee? Isn't this the cute one that we saw when we was runnin' with the Joker?"
"Yeah I think he is."
"You've met?" Max asks.
"Um...Not on quite as pleasant grounds but...yeah."
"Well... We dropped from the Jokerz they weren't too nice 'bout Nana Harley."
"Who can blame'm?" Terry mutters.
"What?
"Well you know. I mean look at who she was."
"You don't like Nana Harley?"
"I've only met her once or twice. She's not my favorite person but..."
"Well you're not our favorite person. BYE!"
"Good riddance!"
The Dee Dee's walk out.
***
A scream rips through the night.
The Dee Dees stand gazing stunned at the dead Harley.
The last word they say before fainting comes through as a whisper but echoes more then
the scream.
"McGinnis!"