Become a Homelander and a Marvel superstar

"If you were Death..." Harley gave a weak grin, "...you'd definitely be the coolest one."

"Death? Ha... for some things, yes."

Azu chuckled softly, looking down at the Parademons roaring at him and the Superman Commandos firing their guns.

"It's so noisy, isn't it?"

Harley nodded subconsciously: "A little..."

"Then let them be quiet."

Done.

His eyes instantly lit up, transforming into two crimson suns.

"Sizzle—!!!"

A high-energy thermal gaze shot out from his eyes.

There were no extra movements, just a slight turn of the neck.

Like the Grim Reaper's scythe, it drew arcs of death in the air.

"Sizzle! Sizzle! Sizzle!"

Whether it's the heavily armored Superman commando team or the thick-skinned Parademons.

Under the sweep of the heat vision, they were neatly cut into two or more pieces.

"Aaaaaahh ...

The screams lasted only a few seconds.

The ambush team that had just cornered Batman and Harley were now reduced to smoking charcoal.

Azu withdrew his gaze, the red light in his eyes gradually fading, and his warm, welcoming smile returned.

……

below.

Batman, Bruce Wayne, slowly stood up from behind the cover.

He was still clutching the rifle with only a few bullets left in his hand, but his body was as stiff as a stone.

That red and blue figure.

Those eyes that can project heat vision.

There's also the posture of floating in the air.

In that instant, he seemed to see that friend from the past.

A name almost instinctively burst from his throat.

"Clark...?"

Bruce's voice trembled slightly, carrying a long-suppressed hope.

"Is that you, Clark?"

"You're finally... back?"

If Clarke were to break free from the control of the Anti-Life Equation...

If he comes back... then perhaps there is still hope for this hopeless world.

However, the figure slowly descended.

The man turned around as the red combat boots touched the ashes.

Bruce finally saw the other person's face clearly.

Not Clark Kent.

Although they all have strong physiques, handsome faces, and even similar hairstyles.

But this man's temperament was completely different from Clark's.

Even before his fall, Clark's eyes held a divine detachment.

And the man in front of me.

His eyes were full of humanity.

Confident and flamboyant, he also wore a friendly smile that Clark had never seen before.

That smile often appeared on his friend, Harvey Dent, once Gotham's hope for justice.

Ah Zu carried Harley to a broken wall, carefully put Harley down, and let her sit against the corner of the wall.

"Hang in there, girl." Azu reached out and helped her smooth the hair that was stuck to her face with blood. "Your makeup is ruined, but that doesn't diminish your beauty."

"Heh...cough cough..."

Harley laughed, then coughed up a mouthful of blood.

"You really know how to... please girls..."

Her face quickly turned ashen, a sign that her life force was rapidly fading.

Bruce, ignoring his own questions, rushed over and knelt beside Harley. He pulled a can of blue emergency medical gel from his belt and frantically sprayed it onto the wound on Harley's abdomen.

"Hold it down! Harley! Don't sleep!"

Bruce's voice trembled.

The gel sealed the surface wound, but blood still seeped out from the gaps.

too late.

Internal organs ruptured, massive bleeding. In this apocalyptic world of extreme medical scarcity, this is a death sentence.

Harley, seeing Bruce's frantic movements, reached out her blood-soaked hand and pressed it against Bruce's wrist.

"No!" Bruce pressed stubbornly against her wound. "I'll take you back! Cyborg will find a way!"

"It's no use, Bruce," Harley interrupted him.

At that moment, her eyes were frighteningly clear.

It was as if the doctor, in the final moments of his life, had returned to this body.

"I knew this day would come... from the day I picked up this baseball bat..."

She was gasping for breath, each breath accompanied by excruciating pain in her lungs.

"Looks like... I really messed up this time."

"No, you saved me." Bruce gripped her hand tightly. This man, who had been calm his whole life, was now experiencing a surge of emotion. "You did a great job, Harley."

"That's good..." Harley gave a weak smile.

"Listen... Bat... I have one last thing to ask you."

Her eyes changed. A fire ignited deep within her pupils.

"That bastard..."

Harley didn't say a name, but Bruce knew who she was referring to.

clown.

"He's still out there... I knew you'd find him. In this damn world, you need him, right? You need to use that madman..."

Bruce remained silent.

Yes.

In order to fight Superman and steal the Mother Box to reverse time, he had to ally with the Joker.

This is a desperate act of drinking poison to quench thirst.

"Harley..."

"Promise me, Bruce!"

Harley suddenly used her last bit of strength to shout loudly, and even coughed up blood because of the force.

"Look at me! Make a promise to me!"

She stared intently into Batman's eyes.

"If one day... you have to kill him..."

"...You should kill him slowly."

"Don't let him die too easily."

"Make him feel pain...feel torment..."

Bruce looked at her and finally, slowly nodded.

"I promise."

Upon hearing this, Harley finally relaxed.

She leaned back against the wall, her eyes beginning to glaze over.

"That's good...that's good..."

Harley's gaze slowly moved and landed on Azu, who was squatting to the side.

She looked into Azu's deep blue eyes, the purest color she had ever seen in her life.

"Hey... handsome." Harley looked at Aurora, as if her playful Harley Quinn spirit had returned.

"You have such a nice voice... and the way you saved me just now... that was so cool."

She struggled to raise her hand, wanting to touch Ah Zu's face.

Ah Zu knelt down cooperatively, took her hand, and pressed it against his cheek.

"Hehe...so cute." She chuckled and gently ran her fingers across Azu's face, leaving a few red marks on his clean face.

"Do you think... you can handle me?"

"Most men can't do it..." Her voice trailed off, and her eyelids grew heavier.

"But I really want you to try it... really..."

"But unfortunately... I'm going to die..."

Her hand slid down limply and stopped on Azu's chest.

"Finally, can I... die in your kiss?"

Harley closed her eyes, her eyelashes trembling, waiting for the last bit of warmth.

Bruce turned his head away, unable to bear watching any longer.

"No."