OH, TO BE AGAINST HER WILL AGAIN — the suicide squad days are long behind her, buried in the past. or so she thought. because there's harley quinn, surrounded by a bunch of heroes. leaving gotham was supposed to be a fresh start : no more joker, no more ivy. JUST HARLEY. only that harley doesn't get to reinvent herself. nah, she's caught up in yet another dangerous plan to save the world. or something among those lines, she hasn't paid too much attention to ironman's utterings. how could she, when there was caviar lying around on a silver platter? bats could neva. the psychologist she reprimands is wary of her surroundings : ceruleans look for the quickest way out and she seizes all individuals to know who to avoid at all costs. she's learned her lesson with the clown. but there's someone in particular that catches her attention. she saunters over, squinting as she leans closer to take a better look at @mecwmellc, or to intimidate him. she couldn't tell just yet. ❝ y've gotta be kiddin' me. ain't ya spiderman? like da spiderman? ❞ another quick scan up and down, index finger pointing along with the direction of her gaze, ❝ yer barely a boy. how are ye even allowed in this room? ❞