On the other side, Venom found a black Lolita dress and went into the fitting room to change.
When she came out, Venom's originally mature and queen-like figure instantly transformed into that of a delicate young girl, and her black hair turned into silver twin pigtails, swaying gently with her movements.
"Brother, do I look good?"
Venom sweetly called out to Qinuo, a smiling expression on her face.
"You look good, no matter when, you always look the best."
Qinuo responded with a smile, his eyes full of doting affection.
"For that answer, I'll only give 82 points."
Venom folded her arms across her chest, tilted her head slightly, and feigned dissatisfaction.
"Then what about the remaining 18 points?"
Qinuo picked up the conversation.
Venom smiled slyly, leaned close to Qinuo's ear, and whispered, "I'll send them to you tonight in a 666 way."
After saying that, she even winked at Qinuo.
Little Joker Girl blinked in confusion, her gaze darting back and forth over Venom.
"Did that girl shrink a bit earlier, and her hair color looks like mine."
"Harley, do you really think what you have is love?" Pamela asked with sincere eyes, tinged with a hint of worry.
"Of course, my Xiao Hong, I love Joker, and Joker loves me. Otherwise, why would he kill everyone else but not me? So, this is love."
Harley's face was filled with a determined and obsessive expression, as if this were an undeniable truth.
"Then, will your Joker take you to see the scenery and go out to play? Space, ocean, mountains."
Pamela looked directly into Harley's eyes, her tone serious.
"We saw the city at night when we were speeding."
Harley's voice softened a bit.
"Will he give you trust and let you sit on his throne?"
"Yes, I often sit in his chair."
Harley's gaze began to dart away.
"Will he give you money and let you spend it freely?"
"Our relationship isn't measured by money."
Harley's tone was no longer firm.
"Then will he protect you when you're in danger?"
..."No need to trouble him, I can solve all problems."
Harley's voice grew smaller and smaller.
"Then, when you're on your period, will he stay by your side and cheer you up?"
...
Harley opened her mouth but couldn't speak.
"Will he drop everything and come to your side when you need him?"
..."These things don't prove anything. Your little pudding also abandoned you and is flirting with other women. He doesn't love you."
Harley seemed to have been hit where it hurt and began to retaliate, trying to cover up her inner turmoil.
"But he's done all those things I mentioned with me, and... dear."
Pamela called out.
Qinuo, who had been prepared, instantly appeared beside Pamela.
"What are your commands, my Queen!"
Qinuo bowed slightly, his eyes full of tenderness.
"Kiss me!"
Qinuo embraced Pamela's waist without hesitation and gave her a deep kiss. The two held each other tightly, as if everything around them had ceased to exist.
Harley was stunned by this sudden close-range attack, completely at a loss.
"Phew... Alright, if you kiss me any longer, I'll suffocate."
Pamela lightly patted Qinuo, saying with a soft gasp.
Qinuo smiled and said, "It's orange-flavored today."
The Little Joker Girl, who had been standing by, finally came to her senses. Her eyes gradually changed from dazed to angry and pained.
She walked silently to a corner, pulled out a baseball bat, and then began to smash things like a madwoman.
The clothing racks in the store were knocked askew, and the glass display windows were shattered, with fragments scattered everywhere.
She smashed and shouted loudly, as if wanting to vent all the grievances and unwillingness in her heart.
In this 瘋狂 act, Little Joker Girl finally began to understand the truth that Joker didn't love her. Tears uncontrollably welled up from her eyes, mixing with sweat and anger as they flowed.
The shop owner hid under the counter with a bitter expression, looking at the mess in the shop, feeling helpless.
Things were not as important as life. She was already used to the chaos of Gotham.
When Little Joker Girl finally quieted down and sat on the ground silently weeping, Pamela walked over and gently hugged her.
"Xiao Hong, that bastard has been playing me for a fool. I'm breaking up!"
Little Joker Girl hugged Pamela's waist, crying heartbreakingly in her arms.
Qinuo walked to the counter and dropped a large gold bar.
His girlfriend was partly responsible for the store's condition, so this compensation was necessary.
Besides, this place would be gone soon anyway.
Qinuo looked at the Little Joker Girl, who was still crying and rubbing against Pamela in her arms, frowned, grabbed the collar around her neck, and pulled her away.
He remembered a comic episode where the two got married, and he couldn't let Little Joker Girl have such ideas.
The Little Joker Girl was enraged by this sudden feeling of suffocation. She didn't care who it was, she picked up the bat and was about to swing it.
"We're going to have some fun, do you want to come along?" Qinuo said.
"Fun? I love fun."
Little Joker Girl's spirits lifted immediately. She threw down the bat and jumped up excitedly.
The sadness of her recent heartbreak vanished without a trace.
This was the Little Joker Girl, fickle and unpredictable.
Inside the car, the Robins, who had not seen the three appear for a long time, couldn't help but feel a little anxious.
"I'll go check the situation."
Dick said, opening the car door and getting out. He pretended to be a passerby and casually walked towards the entrance of the store.
However, with an inadvertent glance, his pupils suddenly constricted.
He saw a man wearing a Court of Owls mask holding a head in his hand. The face of the head was that of the mysterious man who had appeared from the manor.
And on the ground, two women lay in pools of blood. The tragic scene made Dick's breath catch instantly, and a chill shot up his spine.
The Court of Owls man threw down the head in his hand and picked up a knife, walking towards the corner.
"Stop!"
Dick roared, quickly drawing his short baton and charging towards the Court of Owls man.
The two instantly engaged in combat, short weapons clashing, producing a series of crisp impacts.
After a few rounds, Dick had several cuts on his body, and blood stained his clothes.
Dick's short baton struck the Court of Owls man, but the opponent seemed to feel no pain and offered no defense.
Soon, Dick was kicked to the ground.
"Dick Grayson, you should have been one of us."
The Court of Owls man's dry voice rang out, a voice that seemed to come from a deep cave, as if he hadn't spoken in a long time, carrying a strange dullness.
"What do you mean by that?"
Dick Grayson endured the pain, glaring angrily.
"You will know. Bruce Wayne is not the first."
The Court of Owls man raised his knife, the blade glinting with a cold, chilling light in the dim illumination.