The closest I've come to a superhero team-up is that brat Robin, and can I say? Not. A. Fan. Now if Raven wants a team-up, I'm there. But Robin can go hang out in his nest, wherever it is.

[Even Pomeline has to admit that it's kind of nice having someone from Gotham to talk to. Everyone here is so different, and with Harley she feels a little less out of place.

She dips a piece of the fried fish into the brown, malty, vinegary sauce and takes a bite, closing her eyes. It's good. It's REALLY good. The fish definitely isn't the catfish that Pomeline is used to having back home. It tastes like...haddock? Regardless, it's incredible. Not that you can tell - she's not as visually excited as Harley seems to be about these things.]

My mom thinks its just a phase, but honestly, my family's ties to Gotham's supernatural weirdness goes way back to the town's founding, and the legend of Amity Arkham and the diaries of Millie Jane Cobblepot. Nothing I've ever done has been anything like this but I'm here for it. I may not ever be a Zatanna, but I'd like to see what I can be.

What about you? No offense or anything, but you're kind of the last person I'd expect to be in a place like this.