Harley likes animals, and also likes places like amusement parks or zoos, as long as they are lively enough.
As the most neutral magician bar, the Forgotten Bar used to be very lively most of the time, but after having the gorilla waiter, it became like a circus providing drinks, which made her extremely happy.
In fact, like Zatanna, she can be regarded as a "class leader". Zatanna has a magic performance troupe, while Harley and the residents of her apartment formed a circus troupe that performs acrobatics.
There is a vegetarian lion in the team, a super small elephant, a 1.1 meter tall dwarf serial killer, super mature conjoined sisters, a weird big-headed doll, etc.
So the bar uses gorillas as waitresses? That sounds just right in her crazy little mind.
When I came last time, I thought the decoration and furnishings here were a bit old-fashioned, but I didn't expect that Bobo was quite good at playing.
Harley walked to the bar carelessly, jumped up and sat down on the table, rubbing Bobo's chin: "Oh, black-haired little gorilla, I haven't seen you for a while, and you are surrounded by beautiful women."
When the huge figure behind the little gorilla heard being praised as a beauty, he turned his face and grinned "coyly", his laughter was like sharpening a knife in the middle of the night.
Bobo, who was out of body, came back. He glanced at Harley, and then saw Deathstroke not far away with a smile on his face.
Sooner or later, he was angry from his heart and evil from his courage!
He jumped off the bar stool, ran his bare black-haired feet across the waxed wooden floor, pounced on Deathstroke's thigh, and gnawed at the armor with his teeth.
Even if you can't bite it, you still have to smear it with a large amount of saliva. It's disgusting to death!
"Slade, I'll fight you! You're so wicked!" He gnawed wildly while shouting vaguely.
Tears flowed down.
The guests in the bar just glanced at it and realized that Bobo was asking Deathstroke to help him lick his shoes, so they turned around and continued drinking without interest.
At the same time, many people are still complaining in their hearts. Sure enough, animals have no bottom line. Everyone wants to please this death knell from another world, but you have no lower limit, right?
Su Ming rubbed Bobo's head in a funny way and put his detective hat back on.
He saw everyone's eyes in the bar, and even guessed what everyone was thinking.
However, these people hope to please Deathstroke because he was the spokesman for the Upside Down before, but now? The white-scaled monster has probably turned against him. If this news was known to them, they might not be so enthusiastic.
"What's wrong? Little Foo, don't you like the beautiful lady from the orangutan country?"
Bobo's eyes turned into the shape of dead fish. He hugged Deathstroke's thigh and climbed up: "I like beauties, but at least they must be of the same kind? I can also appreciate human beauties, like Diana, Zatanna and others.
That kind......"
"What about me? Mirror Gorilla, who is the most beautiful person in the world?"
Harley came over with a smile on her face, her eyes wide open, and the index fingers of both hands pointed at her face bit by bit, explicitly asking Bobo to say her name.
The little lucky gorilla sighed, Harley is beautiful because she is a gymnast and has a good figure.
It's a pity that he has a long mouth.
That crazy look is really incomparable with Diana's nobility and elegance.
But seeing Harley's eyes becoming more and more dangerous, Bobo still nodded very wisely: "Yes, you are the most beautiful."
Harley nodded with satisfaction: "You have some insight, hehe!"
She jumped up and went to chat with Tracy. That girl was her little fan girl, and fans were the best at saying nice things.
And she also knew that Deathstroke must have serious business with Bobo. Although this little gorilla is not good at fighting and his brain is not as good as Deathstroke, he has knowledge and connections in the magic world. He can drive a spaceship and repair cars. He is looking for Xiao Dai.
It will definitely come in handy.
Su Ming smoothed over Bobo's hair, found an empty booth, sat down, ordered whiskey from the magic wine cabinet, and then placed the little Foo on the table.
"Don't be so hasty to reject someone. You've never been with a gorilla before, how do you know that someone is not good?" He caught the wine bottle and cup that flew over, poured himself a glass, and said earnestly: "There are many
You may reject something at first, but after trying it, you will always say those two words.”
Bobo rolled his eyes, turned his head and glanced at the three eager-eyed female orangutans, shuddered, and lowered his voice:
"Did you know that gorillas and baboons eat chimpanzees in nature? Look at their big mouths, they are bigger than my head! I am not a perverted self-healer like you. When I die, I am really dead."
"That's it? In the final analysis, it's still a matter of size difference." Su Ming launched a tactical retreat, leaning on the sofa and crossing his legs: "Even if Batman is not here, Superman can solve your problem, I can give it to you
Prompt - Atom, White Dwarf Fragment."
The Atom is similar to Marvel's Ant-Man next door, with just a few more abilities. And through white dwarf technology, it can zoom in and out of a creature better than Pym particles.
Of course, there is also a side effect, that is, the same bad person will fall into the quantum realm and be unable to come out.
Bobo, who is well-informed and smart, understood instantly, but why did Deathstroke's expression look so vulgar when talking about body shape? Why did he glance at his crotch? Was he driving in secret?
Bobo still refused. He sat cross-legged on the table and drank wine automatically: "Forget it, let's talk about them in the future. You come to my place. Did something happen outside?"
"Wouldn't you know if you turned on the TV and took a look?"
Su Ming pointed to the TV hanging in the corner of the ceiling. The machine hadn't been used for an unknown period of time, and even the power cord was hanging down.
The little gorilla glanced at him, turned around and shouted loudly: "Tracy! You damn girl, stop being lazy! Go and turn on the TV!"
The girl who was holding hands with Harley and chatting happily suddenly tilted her mouth, muttered a few words in a low voice, and went over to use magic to operate the TV.
In the past, there were many old antiques among the guests who came to the bar. I don’t know if they were the seniors who had emerged from the ancient tomb or the steeple. Those unscrupulous wizards would think that the TV was a magic weapon that trapped some people’s souls. Some even thought that
To rob.
This is the reason why the bar doesn't turn on the TV. In fact, she also wants to watch programs like the Olympics or concerts.
"Tune to Gotham News!"
But the monitor hadn't turned on yet, and Boss Monkey's voice came again, making the girl holding the remote control roll her eyes again.
'I can bear it! When this orangutan dies, I will be the boss! I will wait until he dies...'
However, when the snowflakes flashed a few times and the signal gradually became stable, and the light merged with the lights in the bar, the originally noisy pub seemed to have pressed the mute button. Everyone looked at the TV in surprise.
scene.
Gotham TV reporters are the least afraid of death. At this time, an anchor was sitting on a helicopter, filming the chaotic city from above.
It was the rooftop of Wayne Tower, and it was filled with all kinds of mushroom-headed humans. As the wind from the helicopter propeller blew by, their heads exploded like firecrackers.
The orangutan took out his pipe, filled it with tobacco, and thought silently while listening to the anchor yelling at the top of his lungs.
After a long while, he took out a match, lit a cigarette, and took a puff: "The issue of these living corpses should be addressed to the Black of Decay. I am 90% sure that this phenomenon is its influence. We need to convene the Parliament of Life."
."
"But Constantine said this should belong to the Withering Ash Pipe." Su Ming took a sip of wine and had no intention of leaving. After all, he just let Bobo watch TV and did not say that he was going to solve the problem of mushroom zombies.
Bobo spat to the side angrily: "His half-hearted sorcerer knows nothing! If it's fungi that kill people, it's right to look for the Withering Ash. But are the spores the ones that kill the most? No! It's the zombies that kill people, die.
The lost plants and animals are all managed by the black of decay."
As if to confirm his words, the picture on the TV changed again. The TV station switched to the footage of another terrestrial anchor. Then everyone saw the mushroom corpses eating living people on the streets, and Gotham City.
Self-protests launched by various dynamic groups.
Just like in World War of the Zombies, even pickup trucks modified with heavier machine guns and tanks are on the road, creating a bloody mess.