In DC universe as Batman

"The rescue plan for Mother Earth begins here."

Plant Master's hand was still on the map. Then suddenly, both he and Poison Ivy froze.

"Pamela?"

Poison Ivy's face darkened.

"I can feel it."

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Nighttime.

Massacre Swamp, located on the edge of Gotham, was the largest swamp in the suburbs—and the city's top body dumping ground, second only to the infamous Gotham Pier in Midtown waterfront district.

Over Gotham's two -century history , countless corpses had been thrown into this slimy gutter. Most of them sank into the dark green water, rotting away into sticky, disgusting lumps that blended right in with the mud and tree roots.

(Note:Going for the Alan Wayne origin of gotham)

The Suicide Squad and Bruce moved along the swamp's edge. They pushed through tall reeds and cattails, using the crooked trees and slippery moss-covered logs to guide them forward.

"Ugh! These bugs are gonna eat me alive!"

A huge cloud of mosquitoes buzzed around Harley Quinn's head. Her pale face growing paler with irritation.

Robin calmly pulled out a small bottle and sprayed the air. The insects around him dropped dead into the water instantly.

Harley's eyes lit up.

"Oh, thank God! Can I have some of that?"

"It's concentrated sulfuric acid," Tim replied. "Super dehydrating agent."

"You are carrying what in your bag?!"

Harley stared at him.

"Can't you carry normal bug spray like a normal person?"

Robin sneered, muttering sarcastically, "Atleast I don't use it on people... unlike some maniacs."

"What?... Anyway —what are you good for?"

Three bugs were still dancing above her head like they were on a tiny merry-go-round.

"You might need to supplement more vitamin B," Tim mutters.

(Note: Not having enough vitamin B can cause irritability and mood swings. Tim's just indirectly teasing her.)

"Forget it!"

Harley groaned.

"You carry gear like a boy scout."

She stormed off, slapping her head as she went. Unfortunately she missed every bug—but managed to smack herself and yelp in pain.

Robin moved up beside Batman. The two walked silently, watching Harley stomp ahead.

"Batman, I've always wondered—how did you find Harley Quinn?"

Of course, He foundit by watchinganimated moviesand reading comics . He knew she worked at Super Babes and simple followed her home. But he couldn't just tell Tim that.

Judging by Tim's face, he'd been holding in this question for a long time. Like it had been bothering him.

'Why is it so easy for my hero to do things I can't even understand?'

Batman only said:

"Because I'm Batman."

"…"

"Okay fine," Tim sighed. "Forget how you found her. Let's talk about her. Batman, I hope you're really thinking this through."

"Harley Quinn is unpredictable. Based on what I know, there's a good chance she'll flip and side with Poison Ivy at the last minute."

"She might agree with Ivy's plan. Or maybe she just changes her mind because the weather's different. Or it's Thursday. Whatever. She could flip just like that."

Batman stayed quiet.

"Let me guess, you have taken everything intp account Because you're Batman."

Tim shook his head and walked away, cursing under his breath. He didn't want to talk anymore.

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Truth is, Tim wasn't wrong.

Harley had always pushed back against Ivy's crazier ideas—just like Ivy hated Harley's obsession with the Joker.

In a way, they both fought the worst parts of each other. It was messy, but it was also their way of helping one another. Like mutual redemption.

So thats why Bruce was sure: if Harley found out what Ivy was really planning, she wouldn't just go along with it. She would try to stop it.

Batman knew that. But he couldn't explain the certainty to Tim. So he just used the one answer that always worked: "Because I'm Batman."

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"Dog Welder, you sure you don't want a better weapon?"

Lady Vic asked from behind.

She'd worked with Count Vertigo, Deadshot, and Batman before. But this guy? Dog Welder? Total mystery.

"Batman gave us some real weird gear, huh, Lawton?"

Deadshot grunted.

Lady Vic went on:

"Freeze grenades from Mr. Freeze. Fear toxin smoke bombs—one sniff and you're curled up on the ground crying."

"Ultrasonic rockets, surge blasters… and this one: ionized radiation bombs."

Count Vertigo didn't react.

"None of it matters."

"Tsk." Deadshot scoffed but didn't argue.

He knew Vertigo relied on that chip in his head to mess with people's balance. He relied on cerebral interference — not brute force—and had no respect for traditional weaponry.

Deadshot didnt bother arguing. Give him a sniper rifle and he could pop Vertigo's head from a mile away. But right now? In close range? Vertigo had the upper hand—and Deadshot wasn't about to push it.

Lady Vic shrugged off their silent tension and turned back to Dog Welder.

"Hey, I'm talking to—"

"Ms. Vic,"

Dog Welder said at last. The dog on his left hand moved and spoke instead of him.

"Please keep some distance. I have to say something."

"I appreciate you trying to understand me. I want you to. But I can't let you."

"I've got brain problems. Real ones. So unless you're okay dating a full-on pervert who welds dogs to criminals… it's best to stay away."

Lady Vic didn't back off. She was about to reply—

But Harley cut in from ahead.

"I think we're close."

"Knowing Ivy, I'd bet she's already turned half the trees here into monster guard dogs."

"Not joking. One time she turned my cane and my lollipop into a three-headed snake-branch. And the lollipop was still in my mouth!"

"Haven't touched candy since."

Then she stopped cold.

"I'm sure of it. Little Red is here."