Another mission, with a new sidekick.

After all that fucking around in the shower, you actually clean yourselves up and got dressed. Harley gave you a kiss, but not in the way you expected: she licked your neck like a dog, and then chortled through her nose like a minx. "Come on, Harl," you said as your communicator beeped. "We're needed." You walk side-by-side, with Harley leaning on you and wrapping her arm around yours.

"You and me, Puddin'...?" she cooed softly. "We'll give those scoundrels a reason to be afraid, to never do crimes again." But you reminded her that heroes aren't supposed to be killers.

"We keep the peace now, Quinn. No sneaking around it." She pouted, muttering, 'Take all the fun out of life...' "What was that?"

She smiled nonchalantly. "I said take the fun outta this life and make you're own. You can do it, boss." You were suspicious, but you were willing to trust her.

At the bridge, J'onn warned you that Superman is helping another world, so the danger that is Parasite in Metropolis was yours and Harley's. "Oh, yeah... I heard of 'im. He's real handsy, and he takes things and makes 'em his own." J'onn nodded, advising us to be careful, and promising that you would, you head to the teleporting pads under the impression that they've been fixed. You and Harley disappeared easily enough, only to leave the pads malfunctioning badly!

You both arrived in Metropolis, looking around at the destruction. "Boy. What a party he must've thrown. Gonna be a heck of a cleanup."

"First we got find Parasite, Harl." She still had the bottom of her jester outfit on. She wore her doctor's coat all buttoned up over her torso and arms. Her black glove on one hand and her red glove on the other. She wasn't wearing makeup still, nor her glasses. They were tucked away. And her hair was in a bun once more; all-in-all, she had an interesting outfit made from pieces from different parts of her past. "Stay close. Eyes open," you tell her.

"Right." She sounded more like Harleen as you cautiously walk down the street, looking for any signs of Rudy. You look through alleys from a distance, and at the roofs of short enough buildings.

"Cover my flank. I'm going animal sonar on him." She nodded and faced what was behind you, ready to protect. But she caught a peek at what you were doing. You channeled a bat, its intangible form folded its wings as your body was briefly overlapped. Then you used its echolocation to find Parasite: you gave off soft sounds in three different directions before you, listening for how the sounds come back to you...