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"Different?" she whispered into the silence. She stood up, the heels of her boots clicking against the metal. "I’m not different, puddin'. I’m finally clear."
She picked up a simple playing card—the Joker—and held it between two fingers. With a flick of her wrist, she sent it slicing through the air. It didn't flutter; it flew like a razor, severing a steam pipe overhead. Hissing vapor engulfed her.
"Harley," a voice crackled over the intercom. It was him. The voice that used to make her world spin. "Come down. We can fix this. You’re... different."
Harley Quinn sat on the edge of the platform, her legs dangling over the abyss. But this wasn’t the Harley of yesterday—the jittery, acrobatic jester desperate for a punchline and a pat on the head. The had changed everything.