On the other side, Venom found a black lolita dress and went into the fitting room to try it on.
When she came out, her usual mature, elegant figure was transformed into that of a cute young girl. Her black hair had turned into silver twin tails, gently swaying with her movements.
"Brother, does it look good?" Venom asked in a sweet, girlish voice, her face bright with a smile.
"It looks great. You always look the best," Kuno replied with a smile, his eyes filled with affection.
"This answer gets an 82 out of 100," Venom said, crossing her arms in front of her chest, tilting her head slightly and pretending to be dissatisfied.
"Then what about the remaining 18 points?" Kuno responded, continuing the conversation.
Venom smiled mischievously and leaned close to Kuno's ear, whispering, "I'll give it to you tonight, in a special way."
She winked at him as she finished speaking.
Harley Quinn looked confused, blinking and looking back and forth at Venom.
"Didn't that girl shrink a little? And her hair color is a lot like mine," she said.
"Harley, do you really think what you had with him was love?" Pamela asked, her gaze sincere, tinged with concern.
"Of course! My little Red, I love the Joker, and the Joker loves me. Otherwise, why would he kill others but not me? So, this is love," Harley replied, her face filled with determination and obsession, as though this was an undeniable truth.
"Then, has the Joker ever taken you out to see the sights? Space, the ocean, mountains?" Pamela asked, her tone serious as she looked Harley in the eyes.
"We've seen the city at night while we were racing," Harley replied, her voice weakening slightly.
"Has he trusted you enough to let you sit on his throne?" Pamela continued.
"I have. I often sit in his chair," Harley said, but her eyes started to avoid Pamela's gaze.
"Has he given you money, letting you spend it however you want?" Pamela pressed.
"Our relationship isn't about money," Harley said, her tone now lacking its earlier conviction.
"Has he protected you when you were in danger?" Pamela asked.
"...I don't want to trouble him. I can handle all the trouble myself," Harley said, her voice growing quieter.
"Has he stayed by your side during your period, making you laugh?" Pamela asked, her voice soft.
"…" Harley opened her mouth but couldn't speak.
"Does he drop everything and come to you when you need him?" Pamela asked, her voice gentle yet probing.
"…These things don't prove anything. Your little pudding abandoned you and stayed with other women. He doesn't love you," Pamela added, her voice firm.
Harley seemed to be hit by these words, and she began to fight back, trying to hide the cracks forming inside her.
"But he did all those things with me, and… my dear," Harley said, her voice trailing off.
Pamela called out softly, "Kuno."
Prepared, Kuno instantly appeared beside Pamela.
"Anything you wish, my Queen!" Kuno said, giving a slight bow, his eyes full of tenderness.
"Kiss me," Pamela ordered.
Without hesitation, Kuno wrapped his arms around Pamela's waist and kissed her deeply. They embraced tightly, as if the rest of the world had vanished.
Harley stood frozen, stunned by the unexpected kiss. She remained dazed, unsure of what to do.
"Ha… Enough. If you kiss me again, I'll suffocate," Pamela said softly, lightly tapping Kuno, her breath still slightly uneven.
Kuno smiled and replied, "Today's kiss tastes like oranges."
Harley finally snapped out of her daze, her gaze slowly turning from stunned to angry and pained.
Without saying a word, she walked to a corner, grabbed a baseball bat, and began smashing everything in sight, as if going mad.
The clothes racks were knocked over, and the glass display cases shattered, their fragments scattering across the floor.
She screamed as she smashed, seemingly trying to vent all the frustration and resentment building up inside her.
During this frantic moment, Harley started to realize the painful truth—that the Joker didn't love her. Tears uncontrollably streamed down her face, mixing with the sweat and anger.
The store manager, hiding behind the counter, watched the chaos with a bitter expression, resigned to the madness of Gotham.
Eventually, Harley calmed down, sitting on the floor, silently crying. Pamela gently walked up to her and embraced her.
"My Red, that jerk has been playing me. I want to break up!" Harley cried, holding onto Pamela's waist, sobbing uncontrollably.
Kuno walked up to the counter and tossed a large gold bar onto it. The store was a mess, and his girlfriend had a part in it, so this compensation seemed necessary.
"Everything here will be gone soon," Kuno said, looking at Harley still crying in Pamela's arms, frowning slightly as he grabbed the collar around her neck and pulled her away.
He remembered the comic where they got married—he couldn't let Harley have such thoughts.
Harley, startled by the sudden suffocating feeling, fumed with rage and grabbed the bat, preparing to strike.
"We're going to have some fun. Do you want to join us?" Kuno asked.
"Fun? I love fun!" Harley said, her energy suddenly returning. She threw the bat aside and jumped up, excited.
The sadness from her recent heartbreak vanished without a trace.
This is Harley Quinn: unpredictable and incomprehensible.
The Robins in the car grew impatient as they waited for the three to return.
"I'll go check on the situation," Dick said, opening the car door and stepping out. He casually walked toward the shop, pretending to be a passerby.
However, as he casually glanced, his pupils suddenly contracted.
A man wearing an owl mask was holding a severed head. The head belonged to the mysterious man who had appeared at the manor.
On the ground, two women lay in a pool of blood, the gruesome scene freezing Dick's breath. A chill ran up his spine.
The owl-masked man tossed the head aside and grabbed a knife, heading toward the corner.
"Stop!" Dick shouted angrily, quickly drawing his baton and charging at the owl-masked man.
The two clashed instantly, the sharp sounds of their weapons colliding filling the air.
After several exchanges, Dick was cut several times, blood staining his clothes.
Dick's baton struck the owl-masked man, but he seemed unaffected, offering no defense.
Soon, Dick was kicked to the ground.
"Dick Grayson, you should have been one of us," the owl-masked man's hoarse voice echoed, sounding like it came from a deep cave, eerily dull.
"What do you mean by that?" Dick asked, gritting his teeth in pain.
"You'll find out. Bruce Wayne wasn't the first," the owl-masked man said, raising his knife. The blade glinted coldly in the dim light.
Quote: "Sometimes, the one who loves you most is the one you least expect."
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