Harley Quinn: Duchess of Mayhem by Jade Gretz

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Harley Quinn: Duchess of Mayhem ANIMATION

The Clockwork Nocturne

Harley Quinn always claimed she could smell trouble before it hatched—like ozone, peppermint, and the faint metallic taste of a penny left on the tongue. On that moonless Gotham night, trouble smelled stronger than ever.

She walked alone through the abandoned industrial district, her boots splashing through shallow puddles that shimmered faint reflections of flickering streetlamps. She wore her red-and-black coat, the hem tattered from her last escapade, and her blond hair framed her pale face like a halo cast in mischief.

Harley paused. The night trembled. Not figuratively—she felt it, a subtle quiver in the air like gears shifting behind the sky.

“Someone’s windin’ up somethin’ nasty,” she muttered.

A low metallic trill drifted from the darkness overhead. The sound fluttered like the wings of a flock of birds made from sharpened razors.

Then the first of them descended.

A mechanical bat—sleek, steel-feathered, its wings ticking with hundreds of micro-hinges—swooped past her cheek. Its eyes glowed an icy cobalt.

“Penguin’s little robo-pets?” Harley tilted her head, unimpressed. “Well that ain’t adorable at all.”

More poured from the shadows, at least two dozen—a swarm, swirling above like a storm cloud forged from knives.

Harley braced herself, heart thudding with a thrill she knew she should have outgrown but never really did. “All right, birdbrains. Let’s dance.”

But they didn’t attack. Not yet. Instead they hovered, arranging themselves in a strange, spiraling formation.

A symbol.

A message.

The pattern resembled an eye—not the eye of a creature, but the lens of a camera.

Someone was watching.

Harley felt a shiver lace down her spine. “Ooooh, this is gettin’ spooky. I approve.”

The metallic bats broke formation and shot skyward. The instant they vanished, Harley bolted toward the nearest rooftop access ladder.

If Penguin was behind this, she wanted to know why. Oswald Cobblepot had stolen plenty of tech before, but this… this had a ritualistic feel to it. Almost ceremonial. And Harley knew enough about the twisted minds of Gotham’s villains to know when someone was reinventing themselves.

At the top of the ladder, she crouched low and scanned the skyline.

Then she saw it.

A beam of cold blue light pulsed from the old ice warehouse Penguin once used as a smuggling den. The roof was cracked open, like something had clawed its way out.

Harley’s grin brightened. “Bingo.”

She slipped across rooftops, agile as a cat and twice as thrilled with herself. The wind tussled her hair as she swung over a ventilation shaft and landed soundlessly beside the warehouse skylight.

Below, she witnessed something breathtakingly strange.

Dozens—no, hundreds—of mechanical bats clung to the walls in perfect formation, their wings folded like serrated petals. More circled a massive device in the center of the room, a machine shaped like a colossal tuning fork fused with an old radio tower.

And Penguin stood before it, arms outstretched dramatically, a silhouette puffed up with self-importance.

Harley couldn’t help it. She knocked on the glass above him. “Knock knock, waddles!”

Penguin jolted. His monocle nearly popped off.

“Quinn? How—how did you find me?”

“Oh, ya know. I followed the swarm of death bats. Real subtle, by the way.”

Penguin puffed his chest. “This is delicate work, Quinn. You should tread lightly.”

Harley dropped through the skylight, landing like a dancer before straightening with theatrical flair. “Aw, Oswald, I’d never tread on your toes. Not unless we’re tangoing.”

Despite himself, Penguin flushed. He always had a weakness for Harley’s playful charm—and Harley knew it. She walked toward him with a slow, confident saunter, her voice honey-sweet.

“So,” she said, trailing a fingertip along one of the humming machine’s metal prongs, “what’s the big shiny gizmo?”

“A recalibration array,” Penguin said proudly. “Stolen—er, acquired—from WayneTech labs. It emits a frequency beyond human hearing. The mechanical bats are attuned to it.”

Harley raised an eyebrow. “And what’re ya tryin’ to recalibrate, huh?”

Penguin swallowed. “Gotham.”

The lights dimmed. The bats’ eyes glowed brighter in unison.

Oh, Harley thought. This isn’t just stolen tech. T
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