“Yes Mrs. Harley,” all the henchmen answered after being told about the change in management. They neither questioned the new bosses emergence nor the strange threat she had laid down to them. In Gotham, if you were a henchman, you never questioned the treat of your employer. With the wide variety of nut jobs running around, any threat had to be taken seriously, even the most outrageous ones.

“Glad you boys understand. Now I don’t have to make an example out of youse.” Harley swung around the headquarters, taking a seat on a throne where the Joker had once sat. She was going to miss that psychotic clown. Sure, he tried to kill her on more then twenty occasions, but she still loved the lug. For a moment, Harley was depressed, but the unbalanced woman returned to her previous happy state a moment later after realizing she hadn’t lost her pudden after all. He would be in her always, a collection of calories and nutrients inside her sexy body. Harley started to giggle, then broke into full-blown laughter. The henchmen didn’t say anything, knowing that random insane laughter was normal when you work with either the Joker or Harley.

“Hope you boys are happy because I sure am!” Harley giggled again, but stopped when the small voice of reason in her head reminded her that she had more important business to deal with first. She had a cool new meta-human ability that she knew nothing about. She was the first female super villain to ever eat someone alive. Then again, she had heard Gigatha had a taste for squirming flesh, so maybe she wasn’t the first female megalomaniac to eat someone? In that case, she at least had to be the first lady to eat someone alive their own size. Nodding her head to that logic, Harley thought about what she knew about her ability.

When Harley sat down to think about her new ability, she came to a starling realization, she knew zilch about it! She had swallowed the Joker when she was in a trance and right now she wasn’t sure how she could do it again. She had to learn more about her new skill before she tried to use it. How embarrassing would it be if she tried to eat Batman and only ended up nibbling on his pointy little bat ears. It would make her a laughingstock in Arkham asylum and when the crazies start laughing, they don’t stop. Harley had to find someone that knew a thing about chemicals and junk. They could help her shattered mind put this puzzle together.