"No! No! This was just a fluke!"
Harley shook her head. She couldn't believe anyone could completely escape her carefully designed human nature trap.
"Let's play a second game!"
Unconvinced, she dragged Cloud to the amusement park's "Haunted House."
This time, she tried to corrupt Cloud with words.
"Look, Cloud." She pointed at the "ghosts" inside the haunted house—real people in costume making blood-curdling screams—and spoke in a seductive tone.
"This world is just one giant haunted house! Full of lies, betrayal, and endless suffering!"
"The so-called order and goodness are nothing but fairy tales!"
"Only chaos is this world's only truth! Only madness can give people true freedom!"
"A man as smart and interesting as you shouldn't be bound by those boring rules!"
"Join us! Together, let's personally set fire to this hypocritical world! Let's build a world that belongs only to the mad on these ruins!"
Her voice was full of infectious power.
She was certain that anyone with the slightest dissatisfaction toward this world would be moved by her "philosophy of chaos."
However...
Cloud still refused to follow her script.
He didn't refute her, nor did he agree.
He just looked at her with the eyes of someone watching a cultist, then said slowly, "Harley, you know what?"
"While you were passionately delivering your chuunibyou manifesto just now..."
"I already used my psychic powers to review all your upcoming crime plans."
"You're planning to use your laughing-gas-cake-launching rocket launcher at the mayor's inauguration ceremony tomorrow morning to turn the whole venue into a giant open-mic night."
Harley's smile froze.
"And," Cloud extended a second finger, "the day after tomorrow night, you're planning to team up with Penguin to clean out every bank vault in Gotham. Then scatter all the money from the top of Wayne Tower to create a dollar rain and mock the hypocrisy of capitalism."
The corner of Harley's mouth started twitching.
"Also, the day after that..." Cloud extended a third finger. "You're planning to secretly infiltrate Arkham Asylum to break out your Puddin. Then you two are going to drive a stolen ice cream truck, tour the world, and create a unique chaos party in every city."
"How's that? Detailed enough spoilers for you?"
Cloud looked at the completely petrified Harley and smiled.
BOOM—!
Her brain, full of insane criminal schemes, had in that moment been completely stripped bare by this man!
All her plans!
All her surprises!
All her art!
Had become, before this man, a clichéd script whose ending had been spoiled!
This feeling was even more painful than forcing her to live one day of a normal nine-to-five life!
"Ahhh—!"
Harley Quinn had completely broken down.
She felt she had encountered the founding patriarch of all "madmen"!
An ultimate demon king even crazier, even more unpredictable than her!
But...
After this breakdown, an even stranger, more pathological emotion came surging up from the depths of her heart!
Was it worship?
No, more fervent than worship. More deadly than infatuation.
She looked at this man before her—who could always easily see through all her thoughts, crack all her games, and even understand chaos and madness better than she did herself.
She felt she had found a new god.
"You... you... you lovable... adorable... big villain!"
Harley's eyes no longer showed breakdown, but sparkled with a pathologically fervent light!
She suddenly pulled out her signature painted mallet from her pocket!
This time, she wasn't attacking Cloud.
She was swinging that hammer—full of destructive beauty and violent aesthetics—with tremendous vigor!
"Hey! Handsome!"
Carrying her hammer, she gave Cloud a smile that was both innocent and seductive, both mad and pure.
"I, Harley Quinn, have my eyes on you!"
"Starting today, you're mine!"
She used her unique, direct approach to launch a "courtship charge" at Cloud!
Faced with this sudden, very "Harley-style" crazy confession, Cloud didn't knock her out and send her back to Arkham like that perennially stone-faced "Bat-Brat" would have.
Instead, he found this girl—who loved and hated boldly, was mad in the most honest way, and lived with wild abandon—rather adorable.
He smiled and didn't dodge.
Instead, he extended one hand and lightly tapped the hammer about to smash into his face.
A stream of gentle, golden divine power instantly flowed into that ordinary baseball-bat hammer.
Hummm—!
The hammer let out a soft hum.
Its originally just-graffiti paint job began to flow!
Countless divine runes—belonging to Asgard, ones even Cloud couldn't read—appeared on the hammer's surface!
At the hammer's head, a mini, glowing icon of Thor's hammer even popped up!
"This... this is?"
Harley stared at her suddenly "sanctified" beloved hammer, completely stunned.
"A little gift for you." Cloud withdrew his finger and said lazily. "I enchanted it."
"Now it can grow bigger or smaller based on your will."
"And when you hit people, it glows and comes with a zappy shock effect."
"I named it... Mjolnir: Harley Cute Edition Mini."
After hearing this, Harley completely fell.
Looking at this man before her—who not only understood her madness but could join in her madness, and could even make her madness cooler—
She tossed aside her hammer and lunged into Cloud's arms like a swallow returning to its nest!
Then she stood on tiptoe and pressed her lips—painted with bright lipstick—firmly against Cloud's!
It was a kiss full of bubblegum sweetness and wild flavor.
"Deal!"
She wrapped her arms around Cloud's neck, hanging on him like a koala, smiling like a child who had gotten the most interesting toy in the whole world.
"Starting today, you're Harley Quinn's very own big toy!"