My siblings are Laurel and Sara Lance. My best friends.
Everything that I care about had been taken from me.
My best friend-- Harleen Quinzel a.k.a. Original Harley Quinn-- was killed.
And I became the next Harley Quinn. I mean, my name was already Harleen.
But little did I know, my whole world is about to change a little bit more. Nobody knew how much it was going to change. Not Sara, not Laurel, and not me. But we weren't the only ones.
I was proud to be who I am. I'm different.
Crazy.
I was in The Joker's bar, when I see a man.
The next thing I know, I see a flash of light and am waking up on a roof. I looked around, seeing a bunch of people I recognized. Included Leonard Snart and Mick Rory who I had previously worked with.
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I looked at Snart, "Snart? Where the hell are we?"
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He shook his head, "I don't know, Quinn." I looked at Sara.
Rip showed us an image of our world burning.
I shook my head, "No... This-- this isn't real." "I know it's difficult to fathom, but this is what will happen if you lot don't come with me." I looked at him, "Listen, that would be paradise for me. You don't know who the hell you're talking to, apparently." Snart nodded, agreeing with me.
