Because he had promised Harley Quinn and Poison Ivy two days off, Colin tossed the two of them straight into Gotham City early that morning.
It was still early, so after doing that, Colin went back to sleep for a second round.
Harley and Ivy exchanged a knowing smile.
Poison Ivy stretched lazily and said, "Harley, you can finally have some fun today."
Harley nodded. Just as she was about to take a deep breath of that so-called "free air," she saw chaos everywhere—stores being looted left and right. It looked intense at first glance, but after a moment's observation, she realized none of the looters dared to actually kill anyone; they only roughed people up.
Harley had come here today to enjoy herself. But whether it was the mall or any other shop, everything was a mess. How the hell was she supposed to enjoy herself like this?!
With an irritated swing, she smashed her bat down on one of the looters' heads, knocking him cold. Then she shouted:
"From now on, this place is under my control—Harley Quinn's! All you robbers, get lost! Don't blame me if I stop being polite!"
Her voice was loud enough to draw every pair of eyes in the area.
A masked thug sneered. "You're not the Joker's girlfriend anymore. We're not scared of you. You'd better get out of here while you can."
Before, none of these low-level crooks dared to touch Harley because she was "the Joker's girl." But since Joker himself had publicly declared that they were over, these bottom-feeders had no reason to hold back.
The words instantly lit Harley's fuse. She roared:
"I'm way stronger than that clown!"
Then she charged straight into the crowd, bat swinging like she was about to take on ten at once.
The others didn't back down either. One by one, they pulled out weapons and rushed forward.
In Colin's world, villains were allowed to kill other villains.
So whether it was Harley or those looters—they were all fighting to the death.
Poison Ivy sighed helplessly. "Here we go again."
She waved her hand, and the next second, countless thorn-covered vines erupted from the ground. The venom-tipped thorns glimmered faintly under the light—once you were entangled, paralysis was only seconds away.
Ordinary human criminals stood no chance. It was a complete one-sided slaughter
Ivy immobilized them, and Harley finished the job with brutal efficiency.
Time ticked by.
Eventually, Harley was exhausted. She plopped down on a chair, wiped her sweat, and pointed lazily at a nail salon worker nearby.
"Hey, come give me a manicure."
The poor woman went pale, but she didn't dare refuse. She walked over cautiously, trembling.
"Ivy, you too," Harley waved. "We said we'd do our nails together, remember?"
"Mm." Ivy nodded and joined her.
Harley ordered another nail tech to do Ivy's manicure as well.
The two sat side by side, chatting casually while getting pampered.
About ten minutes later, a reporter arrived—brave enough to walk straight up to the infamous duo for an interview.
Harley, in an unusually good mood, waved her off.
"Ask whatever you want—even the juicy stuff."
The reporter's eyes lit up. "This time, you two only attacked criminals and didn't hurt any civilians. Why the change of heart?"
"Why else?" Harley smirked. "Because of Superman, obviously."
"I heard the two of you are currently working under Superman Colin's 'tree-planting program.' Is that true?"
"Of course it's true," Harley said proudly.
The reporter leaned forward eagerly. "Then… does that mean you're trying to become superheroes now?"
The question made Harley and Ivy glance at each other.
Come to think of it—they really had been helping "bad guys see the light," even rehabilitating deserts. That practically made them good guys, didn't it?
The two nodded decisively.
"That's right! We're superheroes now! Our team's name is…" Harley grinned and shouted dramatically,
"Superman's Tree-Planting Squad!"
"Mm. We're the perfect team," Ivy added calmly.
Colin woke up later, washed up, and headed for breakfast—still cooked by Monica.
Her sisters were all busy with their own chores—some tending the garden, others feeding animals.
As Colin ate, he absentmindedly browsed for anything interesting happening in the world—and sure enough, he came across a broadcast of Harley and Ivy's interview playing on a massive screen.
There they were, strutting like peacocks, declaring to the world that they'd "turned over a new leaf" and become superheroes.
"…"
He even heard the team name.
Superman's Tree-Planting Squad.
Colin stared blankly at the screen for a few seconds.
Really? That's what they came up with?
Was it really that hard to think of a decent name?
Still, he found himself chuckling as he finished his food.
Once done, Monica quickly came over to clear his plate.
Colin didn't dwell on Harley and Ivy's antics any further. He walked out to the balcony, leaned on the railing, and looked down at the scenery below.
His gaze drifted, eventually landing on the twin sisters—Annie and Anna—working diligently in the vegetable garden.
They were serious about their work… but their resemblance was uncanny.
If Sophia was like a taller, socially anxious version of Monica, then Annie and Anna were like the younger, livelier version of her.
After watching for a bit, Colin turned away. He was in a good mood today—maybe he'd find someone else who needed a little "help."
Meanwhile, Batman was in the middle of apprehending an escaped convict when the ground suddenly began to tremble.
The shaking made it hard for both of them to stay balanced. Then, cracks split open the pavement—and out burst a swarm of green, thorned vines, twisting violently as they shot upward.
"Help! Somebody help me!" the convict screamed, terrified as the vines coiled tightly around him.
Batman's eyes narrowed. He recognized that ability instantly—Poison Ivy.
Just as he was processing that, Harley Quinn leapt into view and whacked the man unconscious with one swing of her bat.
Batman's guard went up immediately.
What the hell were these two doing here? Weren't they supposed to be planting trees somewhere?
Harley flashed him a huge grin.
"Hey there, Batsy!"
Batman tensed. He knew all too well how troublesome this duo could be—especially when they were together.
Seeing his wariness, Harley cheerfully waved her hands.
"Relax, we're superheroes now! Me and Ivy—we're Superman's Tree-Planting Squad!"
Batman: "…"
He just… stared.
What did she just say?
It took him several seconds to fully process it.
Then, slowly, he asked,
"So… you're superheroes now?"
"That's right!!" Harley beamed.