"Sithorne! Sithorne!" Harley began to shout crazily.

"what is that?"

Sithorne was confused.

"Behind me!"

Sithorne began to fear.

"No, Harley, you can't..."

"waste!"

Harley turned around.

Standing behind her is Jennifer Mavey - at this moment, she is a huge figure in the far north, a black figure wearing a gorgeous robe and a crown on her head, a golden bird, and an Egyptian shooting star.

"Pray to everything that you don't meet my other thousand faces. Farewell, Bruce Wayne, you have to be careful, because I am the walking chaos, I am...Nyarlathotep."

Think of it, sister!

(Please do not dwell on all the discussions about madness in this article, let alone try to understand. Every time the author writes, he is afraid that someone will use a hammer to see who is a nail. True psychopathy and antisocial personality may not be found among 10 million people.
Chapter completed!