At Large in Gotham City: Selina and Shiva

One night in Gotham City, in one of its many bars, everyone was staring at one individual taking up space. Heavyset women were no foreign concept, but someone to this extent wasn’t seen very often in Gotham. The bartenders were scrambling to get enough food and drink for this behemoth of a lady, taking up several of their chairs. She must’ve been around seven or eight hundred pounds, some thought, split among them if this was a disgusting display or a turn on. One man approached the woman, having just enough.

“Hey, if you’re gonna put on a show, at least get on the stage, some of us are trying to live our lives here,” he said with a stern tone and a firm grip on her soft and supple shoulders. With a slight turn, he saw her eyes gaze deeply into his.

“Are you married? Any children?” she said.

The man blushed, “Uh, no…no, why would you ask that?”

“Then what sort of fulfilling life do you lead where you feel comfortable disturbing a lady like me enjoying herself?”

“Hey, look, ma’am you’re just making a ruckus-*!”

In a fraction of a second, the woman moved with remarkable speed, especially for one her size! Her hand leapt from holding a bottle to swiping at the neck of her current nuisance. He was running out of air despite not being choked; this one life was being snuffed out with a single blow. ‘Who was this lady’ was his final thought before succumbing to the darkness.

“Congratulations,” she said, “You’re free from your dreadful, meaningless life. And I’ll take the rest to go before you call the cops.” The employees quickly packaged up the food and even threw in a bottle for good measure, with not one of them even thinking of making any calls.

One bartender spoke up, “Are you gonna kill us?”

“No. Don’t see the point. Besides, I’m on a job, looking for someone, and I’m not in the mood to be found by anyone I’m not searching for.”

With her food in hand, the seven hundred and twenty-pound woman took one more item with her, a newspaper with an article about a recent escapade concerning Batman…and Catwoman. She smiled, readying and leaning at just the right angle to not let her enormous belly get stuck in the doorway. The poor thing demanded so much and could be quite inconvenient, but it led her here, didn’t it?

Lady Shiva had arrived in Gotham City, and she had one target.

~~

The next morning, Selina Kyle had awoken. With groggy vision and a stretched-out chubby hand, she checked the time to see whether she had time before work or not. Luckily, she did, so Selina could heave herself off her bed and get ready for the day. Once she was sat up, she felt a crack in her back. Good to know her bone structure was still under there, she thought, for about a month, Selina had been rising above eight hundred pounds slowly but surely.

Ever since the incident with Bane in Arkham City and taking Bulk, the modified Venom that increased fat alongside muscle, Catwoman had to make some life adjustments with her newfound size. Twice the size of before, with no hope of shrinking below eight hundred ever again, Selina was incredibly lucky her mobility had increased as well. Now that didn’t mean it was all easygoing, since she still took up so much space that agility was a tall order. But the rotund woman still found ways to rise above her shortcomings; getting clothed was no longer an issue. She had been leaning towards the side of the angels more so these days, so thieving wasn’t a concern (but who knew what the future would hold, a challenge for another day, she supposed).

Selina’s roommate and sister-figure, Holly Robinson, had already left for school, so the large Latina lady could have breakfast with no inhibitions. Cereal with looking over her schedule, bacon sandwich bites in-between getting her suit on, and eggs after all that, with a large protein shake to wash it all down. Selina could eat more for sure, but she had a day job to attend, one that provided plenty more delicacies.

Stepping out the door was always a challenge, Ms. Kyle could never quite conquer it with ease. Leaning sideways, she shuffled out of her way, then had to turn abruptly by the end so her butt wouldn’t trap her. The pear-shaped woman had a bone to pick with her landlord for not allowing her to expand her door. But that was a problem for another day. Selina stopped for some treats on the way to St. Cloud Company.

Arriving at the door was daunting as always, it wasn’t a tough job in terms of workload, but emotionally and intelligence-wise? It stunted her. Selina was naturally suspicious of the rich and powerful in Gotham, but Silver St. Cloud’s promise to work with Wayne Enterprises to shut down Hugo Strange seemed too good to be true. Just suspicious to go undercover. But so far, Selina hadn’t found a shred of evidence of ill intent. All of Silver’s accounts were legit, and she even paid all her taxes. Not something you see very often in her crowd.

When she first got the job, Selina got a lot of stares from everyone. But by now her wobbling waddle was just business as usual, blending in the crowd at her size didn’t seem plausible for anyone else, but for Catwoman, it was a simple hat trick. She took the private elevator (meaning no one else had to share her space, luckily) up to the offices. She shuffled out and spotted a box of donuts at her desk. Silver was disgustingly kind to her, to the point Ms. Kyle assumed it must be to distract or immobilize her.

Unfortunately, it worked like a charm every time as Selina buckled to the sounds of her growling stomach. She downed a chocolate bar and was going to stuff another down her gullet when she overheard some conversation in Silver’s private offices. The larger woman would have snuck up to eavesdrop if St. Cloud and her visitor hadn’t stepped out first! And who else was there but Bruce Wayne?

The elusive heir of Gotham was dressed in a dark blue suit, with his black hair swept over the side of his forehead; he looked as stunning as ever. And Selina had half a donut in her mouth.

“Selina? Is that you?”

She snapped out of her trance as Bruce was addressing her, quickly swallowing the pastry. Selina stood up and posed against the desk. Trying not to think how ridiculous she must have looked, the eight hundred plus pound woman smiled with the confidence of someone twice as light.

“In the flesh!” Selina answered back. Mentally facepalming within herself but she kept the Poker face up. Bruce just smiled back, “Well, you look as dashing as ever.”

Silver St. Cloud stepped between them, “You two know each other! That’s delightful! I didn’t know you were that up in the big leagues, Selina! Uh, I don’t mean that in that way, of course, sorry.”

Selina glared at her boss; the remark certainly came from a glass house, seeing as Silver was quite plump herself. The philanthropist was a platinum blonde bombshell stuffed in a single-strapped dress, her curves pouring out with her hourglass figure remaining even in the four-hundred pound range she was floating in. But darn it, she was so dang nice it made it all the sexier. Not that Selina ever thought that, of course.

Bruce took the stage, “We met years back, Selina was making her name among the socialities of Gotham, I offered her a dance here and there. I like to think we kept in touch here and there since then.”

Selina rolled her eyes and let her newly grown belly press against the billionaire, “I’d like to see you dance this around nowadays. As you can see, I’ve…let myself go. I lost some wealth, but I’m hoping to make a difference here.”

Bruce looked in her eyes, like he saw through every white lie that slipped her tongue, but there was no way he could know. They hadn’t dated in years; in truth, Selina just assumed he’d moved on. You can only read so many rumored wedding announcements in the gossip column of the Gazette before having had enough of it. But with that smile he gave, that lost time didn’t seem to matter, “I’m glad to hear, and I think we’ll dance again sooner than later,” he said.

Silver interjected, “We’ll be hosting a charity ball to raise funds for alternative correctional facilities, so Arkham City will be obsolete.”

Notching an eyebrow, “I didn’t know Wayne had a stake in this; it's quite the political stance.”

Bruce grimaced, “The spot where my parents…were taken from me is deep within that prison. Gotham should belong to its people, not the evil within it when it's allowed to fester with no hope for rehabilitation and…” he stopped himself before coughing, “I’m sorry, I should save it for the speech, I know.”

Silver assured him it was all good, and Selina just stared at him the whole way as he left the premises. Bruce always seemed so open about his thoughts, at least compared to the other man in her life.

Selina wondered if she could get an in on that gala, being the main benefactor’s secretary and all…

If a dance with Bruce could help save the city, who was she to say no?

~~

A storm was brewing, as it always seemed to be in Gotham, but one figure was unbothered. Shiva stood out in the rain with her coat on, her many layers of blubber bringing enough warmth for the large lady. She observed Selina from her apartment across the street. With such a humongous target, it was easy. She watched her pace back and forth before trying on dresses until they didn’t fit. It was amusing.

Selina had tried a girdle, but it would have to be the quickest custom job there ever was to find one that could fit around her torso. So finding a dress just stretchy enough not to rip at the seams due to her curves was the way to go. And stretchy enough to withstand a party full of dancing and food…

Holly helped Selina find a sequin dress within the closet, “I’ll help ya get this number on ya on one condition! I gotta be your plus one!”

The heavier roommate sighed, “Holly, do you really want to be in a crowd of socialites with no interesting lives at all? I don’t even know if they’ll let a kid like you in.” Selina tried grabbing for the dress, but to no avail. Her enhanced strength and speed had their uses, but she still had to push her belly out of the way just to stay up. So Holly was quick on the draw.

“C’mon, it's a weekend and I finished all of Ms. Bertinelli’s homework, I’m due some high living!” Holly pleaded.

Selina sighed, then conceded. Taking the dress and getting it on her was no small feat, but it could be done, and Holly found an inappropriately pink-styled fit to sport for the gala. Selina approved, and they headed out the door. Once again, the fat woman struggled, which got a chuckle out of her secret observer…

Following their taxi was simple, just look for the car leaning downwards in the back, and you knew Selina Kyle was on board. Arriving at the gala, Shiva watched the pair of partygoers take a side entrance to avoid paparazzi, must’ve been provided by St. Cloud, she thought. The ample assassin took out a pair of binoculars and continued her observation…

~~

Selina felt like she would rather fight every crook in Arkham City rather than be here.

She had let go of any embarrassment of her stature, but it was still very inconvenient to bump into at least two people at once just moving around. Selina stood out like a sore thumb, being the heaviest person in the whole hall, and certainly moved around like one.

At least Holly was having fun.

Most people didn’t believe the smaller ginger teen when she claimed to be the plus one of the massive brown blob of flesh. But scold enough people and they’ll scare off. Holly waltzed around until she spotted Bruce Wayne. She heard enough awkward dating tales about Wayne from Selina to not be intimidated, but she did feel like he was familiar beyond that. But what really shocked her was his company. A girl who looked about a couple of years older than Holly herself was Chinese-American, and clearly ripped to the bone.

Rumors had caught on about Bruce Wayne’s adopting habits, but she had never heard of this girl. But it was someone who looked close enough to not be ancient in Holly’s eyes, so this one might have some interesting conversation at least!

“Hey, gal! I’m Holly! Fancy schmancy party, eh? What’s your name?” She introduced herself after walking up to the girl.

“Cassandra,” the girl replied bluntly.

If looks could kill, Holly certainly felt Cass’ eyes could pull it off. Somehow, she felt like talking to literal bloodsucker billionaires would be a more fruitful conversation. Regardless, the East End gal was gonna try her best.

“Come to these often? I mean, you’re Bruce Wayne’s kid, right? Gotta be some ritual, right?”

Cass rolled her eyes (“An emotion!” Holly thought) while shaking her head, “I try to study more than party.”

Holly laughed and snuggled up close, “Sounds like you could use the fun then! Wanna get some food?” she asked.

The Chinese girl frowned and replied, “Not my style. Too much sugar,” which shocked Holly. Usually, the girls she knew were itching to get fat as all the celebrities and the superheroines in the other cities! And coming from one who presumably lived in a manor with millions at her beck and call, it was quite surprising.

Cass then asked her own question, “Who are you with tonight? You seem young to be here.”

The high schooler broke down in a sweat, “Nope, eighteen and everything!(seventeen-and-a-half, but who cares?) My plus-one can vouch for me; she’s over there…drinking like four glasses of champagne. Oh, Selina…”

The mammoth of a woman was currently downing glass after glass with half of a cake on a plate; she would take a bite out of in between shots. Selina would look in the general direction of Bruce Wayne and try approaching her ex before shuffling back to the bar and drinking away.

Cass notched an eyebrow while Holly giggled, trying to come up with a fib, “My girlfriend works at a bakery and we visit a lot, my sister loves the place a little too much, uhh, if we could table this real quick-!”

Holly excused herself, having a feeling that her big sister figure was going to have a difficult time telling left from right if she wasn’t careful. But Cass was looking at the display Selina was making. She had read the briefings and helped her out of a window or two across the nights as Batgirl. Cassandra Cain realized Catwoman was here, and whoever she was talking to wasn’t who she seemed. Cass made her way through the crowd, trying to find Holly.

But despite just being here a second ago, the Robinson girl was nowhere to be found…

Until the former assassin looked around to see a tussle of red hair being dragged out the door, carried by a body that had no problem exiting despite being far too wide. Cass’s eyes couldn’t believe the sight and knew who she was dealing with immediately.

~~

Despite appearances, Selina was as sober as could be. It was a heck of a way to discover the Bulk that coursed through her veins, enhancing her strength and size, also making it nigh impossible to get drunk. An overall positive if the heavyweight wasn’t trying to drown her nerves to get her past fling to dance with her in front of a whole crowd of people. A nobody secretary like her? At least Batman kept to the solitary rooftops!

Selina was going to finish her cake when a much smaller girl approached her, “Sorry, lady, this dessert’s taken,” she was going to take the final bite before the girl pinched the other end of her plate with her fingers, with a strong grip supported by toned and firm muscles.

“I’m looking for someone, red hair, skinny kid, said she was with you, can’t find her anywhere,” she stated.

That perked up Selina. She looked around the ball for Holly. Ironically, a smaller kid like her stuck out in between the pudgy socialites and burly elite. Now she was getting worried.

“Looks like that dance will have to wait, sorry Bruce,” she lamented as the eight-hundred-pound woman stormed out of the hall and found an empty space to change into her other uniform. A purple tight-suit with stretchy and stitched fabric on the sides for better maneuverability, topped with a mask that let her longer hair out. Catwoman was on the case! Little did she know she was being followed by another…

Rushing out to save her dear friend, Catwoman opened a large window to the back of the building and leapt out! There was a minor hangup; Selina’s bottom half was caught on the rims. And this time, there wasn’t a Dynamic Duo to pull and push her out. So she used her Bulk strength and pushed herself out! Some cracks on the wall would go amiss in this city, so the fattest cat in Gotham landed with a heavy thud on the ground. Looks like cracks on the ground were going to be more commonplace, too.

Catwoman dashed around the corner, hoping to catch the trail of Holly or her kidnapper.

But when she turned, the first thing she found was a boot to the face.

Falling to the ground, Selina recollected herself, then tried looking past her mammaries and her vertically facing belly. And once she saw who she was dealing with, Catwoman realized she would rather dance with Bane than this.

Holly’s neck was in the grip of three fingers of one of the deadliest women on Earth, who also appeared to be one of the heaviest. While being smaller than Selina by about a hundred pounds, Sandra Wu-San was a living legend among the criminal underworld, one that didn’t leave many alive themselves. Catwoman got up, facing the belly-heavy figure as she smirked.

“I’m shocked you were able to run like that; you must have a greater handle on your weight than I anticipated,” Shiva said with a faux congratulatory tone.

Catwoman ignored her comment, “Just leave her out of this. Please just. Don’t hurt her.”

Shiva laughed, but then complied, releasing Holly, who started catching her breath. She locked eyes with Selina, not needing to say another word, and ran away from the danger.

“This was never about her, I just needed you drawn out,” Shiva said while walking in a circle around her heavier foe, “I heard the rumors and had to see for myself. If we could talk, I would be greatly appreciative.”

“A phone call would have sufficed,” Catwoman quipped, trying to hide her nerves.

“Oh, I was hoping for a conversation in my true language…” Shiva replied…Before striking Selina against the arm, followed by grabbing her to fold the woman into her belly, turning her around off balance, and setting her up for a roundhouse kick!

The thief was a decent fighter on her own terms, but against Lady Shiva herself? Catwoman was in panic mode. She had been able to keep up in combat with her enhanced strength and the battering ram that was her own barrel of a body. But where she had brute strength tactics, Shiva has ungodly precision, knowing every martial art under the sun, and the rumors were that all the extra weight was a self-imposed challenge for the assassin. And if it made little difference, then why stop gaining? Had Sandra softened at all at seven hundred pounds?

Shiva dove in with a fist, causing Selina to try rolling out of the way unsuccessfully. Taking a strike to the chest and being grabbed on the buns to be lifted up and headbutted.

The answer was that while her body had gotten larger and softer, Shiva had only hardened her resolve for battle.

So Catwoman was, as Holly would put it if she could see her right now, “Toast.”

Slamming back down onto the ground, the flabby fighter got a faceful of concrete. Selina, seeing two of everything, wasn’t going to fight back very well. She tried lifting herself up, only to be kicked down by Shiva. Catwoman tried turning around for a swift kick to Shiva’s stomach.

Her foot just sank into the gut of the martial master.

“Figures,” Catwoman sputtered out weakly.

Shiva huffed, “Fine enough play, we may have lots of cushion, but it also means we have a lot more places to feel pain. The trick is knowing your weaknesses, which body parts can take the hit.”

She followed through on that point by kicking Catwoman in the face, tearing her mask slightly.

“Your speed and agility is equal to a woman less than a quarter of our size, I will admit,” Shiva continued while Catwoman desperately attempted to crawl away, “Yet you fight like someone twice as much! And not in a good way, I assure you.”

Shiva lifted her downed opponent up to meet her face to face, even as their bodies smushed against one another, creating a vertical pile of metaphorical dough with the two absurdly fat figures.

At this point, Selina accepted her fate. This Lady didn’t want competition in the heavyweight department. Clearly, the tubby thief was just glad Holly got away. But she was sad she couldn’t see Bruce again. Or even the stupid Bat, who was never around when you needed him. Ah, well, so be it. Selina closed her eyes and prepared for the worst.

“You are going to be quite the trainee, aren’t you?”

“…Wh-What?”

Selina peeked an eye open, Shiva still looking at her fondly with a deadly smirk, yet she had no fists raised. She had her dead to rights and yet-

Shiva got a kick to the head, but not from Catwoman.

But rather a much slimmer figure.

Turns out one stupid Bat came to help. The current Batgirl was a striking and silent knight, her lean and lethal figure was the scourge of the Gotham underworld since making her scene a couple of years ago. The black clad costume with only a belt and an outline of a bat-symbol as evidence, this wasn’t some demonic creature of the night.

“Stay away from her!” Batgirl exclaimed.

Shiva got a hold of her bearings, “I suppose your father would teach you to go for the pretty face. He truly was a piece of work, wasn’t he?”

Batgirl’s featureless masked scrunched, giving off the impression she was glaring at the assassin, “I said-” she started, noting the open palm up.

“I wish this woman no harm, daughter. I merely wish to take her under my wing,” Shiva explained, “Show her how to make the best of her new life living at this size.”

Catwoman was stunned by everything. Not only was her assassin here to help her (with a sick way of showing it, nonetheless), but also this bloated behemoth was related to the most ripped girl she’d ever seen.

“You would be welcome to join us, my child! You could use some meat on your bones, and I can help you along the way!” Shiva offered, sounding like an overly doting mother in the most uncanny sense possible.

The skinny Bat-daughter took a fighting stance, “I refuse to corrupt my body in your name, mother!”

Sighing, Shiva lamented, “Of course, David drills into your brain that a body of blubber is some curse. Trust me, you grow to love this!”

“Not in any lifetime!” Batgirl retorted.

Catwoman groggily shook her hand, “Hello, should I give you two some space, because I’d rather be anywhere else right now…”

“What of my offer, then, thief?”

“Don’t do it, Catwoman,” Batgirl argued, “She will try to twist you, make you like her, I will not let them happen!”

“Oh, posh, really, this is the offer of a lifetime, you really should take it! I don’t usually leave my opponents breathing this long, that’s an honor in itself!” Shiva fought on.

Selina backed away slowly, her body no longer rubbing against the ample assassin, and looking back and forth between the mother and daughter.

Catwoman finally spoke up, “I need to become better than myself. Today’s shown me that much. Whatever that takes, I’ll do it…”

Shiva scoffed at her smaller child until her new student spoke again, “On one condition, Batgirl joins us, just to make sure you don’t get into any funny business. I don’t like funny business, and I get the vibe she doesn’t either.”

The hefty hitwoman thought about it for a second and smiled, “Looks like you’ll be seeing the benefits of our rounded outlook on life after all, my dear!”

Batgirl practically had steam blowing out her ears, “Fine, but I will not be getting fat, I will only make sure you don’t mold my father’s friend into a killer.”

“I assume you mean your other father?”

The thinner woman puffed her chest, “The only father that matters to me.”

Shiva narrowed her eyes, whispering to herself, “Attagirl.”

Batgirl put a finger to her ear, clearly getting a message, “Have to go. And I am serious, Catwoman. I won’t let her corrupt you.”

And she zipped away. The vigilante finished her plea, “It would break his heart.”

Catwoman was touched, slightly. She looked back to Shiva, who was walking away while putting on her (extra-extra-extra-large) trench coat, “We’re not doing it tonight.”

“No,” the new teacher replied, “This was a good enough trial run. I will let you know where and when we’ll meet, and then-”

Shiva was cut off by a pipe for the head! Falling over with a thump that shockingly didn’t cause a small earthquake! Selina jogged over before seeing Holly armed with a makeshift weapon!

“What are you still doing here?!” Catwoman yelled.

“I was gonna call for help, then I remembered how you were drinking so much and realized you were gonna be toast! I circled back, grabbed a pipe, an’ waited for the opportunity! And look, I got her!”

Selina was in so much disbelief she had to laugh, “Okay, so first, this lardy lady is my new teacher, she had a wacky way of asking, but I’m hoping it’ll help me.”

Holly blushed and cursed herself, “Uh, sorry about that. Mind explaining that when you see her again?”

“I’m sure she’ll be a dear about it, and second, I’m as sober as can be. I think that Bulk stuff keeps me from being drunk. Unfortunately.”

“Ah, come on, if you wanna ask yer old flame for a dance just do it, yer still the same Selina I’ve always known, if he can’t handle a few extra pounds that’s his problem!”

Selina smiled and hugged her occasionally wise sister-figure close, “Thanks, I needed that. I promise to stay that way. Now, if you could help me get my dress back on?”

“No problem, boss lady!”

~~

Some time later, eight-hundred-plus pounds were stuffed into a fitting dress and enough makeup applied to hide the bruises made, so Selina was ready to hit the dance floor.

She waddled her way over, while stuffing some cupcakes into her maw, making a show of it all. Everyone was going to get a taste of Selina Kyle tonight, but hopefully, one was going to have a full meal of her tonight. The fatter fatale had her target in sight, Bruce Wayne, one of the most surprising men she’d ever met in her life, and flipped her hair as a show of affection.

Then Bruce flipped around to reveal Silver St. Cloud in his arms.

Selina gasped, clearly catching her man’s attention. He tried to let go of the filled-up hourglass of a woman, but struggled as he explained, “She’s drunk out of her mind, I’ve been trying to keep her upright the past ten minutes.”

Laughing, Selina took Silver’s hands off Bruce’s shoulders, “Please, Mr. Wayne, if anyone should handle my boss, it should really be her secretary-”

“Ahh, Brucieee, you are so gentle, so soft, you know exactly how to >hic< treat a woman, come here…” Silver muttered while barely awake, and she thought she was going to make a move on the most sought-after bachelor in the city. Paparazzi in attendance awaited the moment when Silver St. Cloud and Bruce Wayne would lock lips!

Instead, Silver missed her target by a proverbial mile and instead kissed her own secretary!

Selina had no qualms about kissing a woman; really, she had figured out her own bisexuality sometime in that boarding school she snuck into during her troublesome youth. But her own boss? The one she was spying on?? Silver St. Cloud??? She quickly shoved the drunk woman off her, ignoring all the flashing cameras that would surely haunt her in the coming days, as Selina set Silver onto a set of chairs as she passed out.

Bruce looked away, blushing, “You two seem happy.”

Selina sneered, “Oh shut up, you. I can assure you there’s nothing going on; you see the state she’s in.”

“Right. And you?”

She hesitated, thinking over the night and how her life could be changing in ways she’d never expected. But after some thought, Selina Kyle knew what she wanted at this moment.

“I’d like to make tonight even better, if you could help-” she started before Bruce took her meaty hand, helping the heavier woman up, fondling her curves in just the right places, answering, “It would be my pleasure, Ms. Kyle.”

Selina smiled as she danced the night away, enjoying her life just for this one moment.

EPILOGUE:

Selina awoke in her bed, with a copy of the Gazette flashing at her face, a bit wide picture from the gossip column detailing her and Ms. St. Cloud’s “torrid affair”. After an exasperated sigh, she just turned around to show Holly her entire butt in annoyance.

“And I thought it was my job to be the gay one here!” Holly joked.

“I’m going to kick you out. For real this time!” she retorted.

Not buying the bluff, Robinson opened her roommate’s door to let in the tasty aroma, “Aw, but I made us some breakfast.”

“You have bought yourself another week’s stay..” Selina muttered.

Holly giggled, “I’m sure you’ll tell me all the juicy details!”

The large lass grumbled, still feeling the injuries sustained from the previous night. Dreading her upcoming work hours, Selina checked if Silver had left any messages. There were none, of course, but Shiva had left one. How she got her number was a mystery Ms. Kyle was in no rush to solve. She confirmed the address and got up to face the day.

Unbeknownst to her, she was also getting messages by the minute from another old companion. One seeking some crucial assistance, at least according to the mind as mad as hers. Harley Quinn had left approximately 53 messages overnight, but they would be left unread for now…