Damn, girl, we started with Supes, an' now we're scrapin' the bottle of the barrel! I feel like all a' the capes outside Gotham kinda suck, unless they're Supes, so whatever. Let's roll.

[harley snickers, and then pauses to weigh her options. this is Serious Business.]

Okay. All right. Marry Supes, because I don't wanna be hitched ta some C-Lister. Fuck Booster Gold, because ya can actually kinda see his face. And murder Doctor Fate's ass, that mask is ridiculous.

Hmmm. Okay, okay.

Professah Crane, The Brain, and, uh....Negative Man.