These are villains, Amanda. What makes you think you can control them?
Because getting people to act against their own self-interests for the national security of the United States is what I do for a living.
These are villains, Amanda. What makes you think you can control them?
Because getting people to act against their own self-interests for the national security of the United States is what I do for a living.
Then we got the Aussie, Digger Harkness, or as the tabloids call him Captain Boomerang
We're going to be rich.
Yeah, you and me mate. Go and get the car.
He robbed every bank in Australia at least once. Then, he came to America for a fresh target set. Doesn't work well with others.
No honor amongst thieves, eh?
But he tangoed with a metahuman and lived to talk about it.
Hey, one minute I'm playing Mahjong with me nana, then this red streak hits me outta nowhere.
Shut up! You were caught robbing a diamond exchange.
I was not!
You might wanna work on your team motivation thing. You've heard of Phil Jackson?
Yeah.
He's like the gold standard, okay? Triangle, bitch. Study.
You know the rules, hotness. You gotta keep off these bars.
What? These bars?
Yeah, those bars. [Harley licks the bars] Oh, my God. You are really in bad shape upstairs, lady!
Gonna come in here and tell me that? Or are you too scared? Come on, I'm bored. I'm bored. Play with me!
You put five of my guards in the hospital, honey. No one's gonna play with you. You sleep on the ground.
I sleep where I want, when I want, with who I want.
Puddin'!
Let's go home.
Own that shit. Own it! What'd you think was gonna happen, huh?
Hey, Harley. Come on.
What, you were just... thinking you can have a happy family and coach little leagues, and make car payments? Normal is a setting on the dryer. People like us, we don't get normal!
Why is it always a knife fight every single time you open your mouth? You know, outside, You're amazing. But inside, you're ugly.
We all are. We all are! [looks at Killer Croc] Except for him. He's ugly on the outside, too.
Not me, shorty. I'm beautiful.
Yeah, you are.
Why do you eat people?
Gives me their power.
Would you like to eat me?
Hell, no.
Aw, why not?
I don't want your crazy.
Says the guy who lives in a sewer.
At least I know it's a sewer.
Oh, I get it! Because, like, this is a sewer, too. Only with nice shops and restaurants, right? You hate mankind much? Let me guess—Mommy didn't take you to Chuck E. Cheese on your sixth birthday. I can recommend a good therapist! [Croc growls]
Why?
Because I'm bored! I need a victim, a mind to pry apart and spit in.
Just leave it, mate. She's a rabbit hole, don't fall in.
And here's one now. Japanese, female, mid-20s, 5'5", good health, athletic, and... an only child, with deep-seated father issues. Daddy wanted a son, so she has to hide behind a mask.
I am not... hiding.
Yeah, that was gangster.
You ever been in love?
Nah, never.
Bullshit.
You don't kill as many people as I've killed and still sleep like a kitten, if you feel shit like love.
Another textbook sociopath.
You got all dressed up for me?
Oh, you know I'd do anything for you. By the way, I've got some grape soda on ice and a bear skin rug waiting.
You disobey me, you die. You try to escape, you die. You otherwise irritate or vex me. and guess what? You die.
I'm known to be quite vexing. I'm just forewarning you.
Lady, shut up!
[Harley pouts]
Where is she?
It's complex. This is not just her. Everybody's disappearing. There's this new law, where if you're a bad enough bad guy, they stamp "terrorist" on your jacket. They send you to this swamp in Louisiana. A black site. That's where she is. So what do we do?
Bring the car around. We're going for a drive.
What do we have here?
I did everything you said. I helped you!
Uh, you helped me?!? By erasing my mind?!? [hitting the table above her head] What few faded memories I had! No. You left me in a black hole of rage and confusion. Is that the medicine you practice, Dr. Quinzel?
What are you gonna do? You gonna kill me, Mr. J?
What? Oh, I'm not gonna kill you. I'm just gonna hurt ya... really, really bad.
You think so? Well, I can take it.
I wouldn't want you to break those perfect, porcelain cap teeth when the juice hits your brain.
Dr. Quinzel. You know, I live for these moments with you. What do you got?
I got you a kitty.
So thoughtful.
She thought she was curing him, but she was falling in love.
There is something you could do for me, Doctor.
Anything. I mean, yeah.
I need a machine gun.
A machine gun?
Talk about a workplace romance gone wrong.
I love this guy. He's so intense!
You're a lucky man. You got a bad bitch.
Oh, that she is. The fire in my loins! The itch in my crotch! The one, the only, the infamous Harley Quinn! [whistles for Harley] Oh, come to Daddy.
Puddin'!
Oh, yeah. Listen, You are my gift to this handsome hunka hunka!