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Leo set it as his wallpaper. Then his lock screen. Then his profile picture, his smartwatch face, and the startup animation on his laptop.
The image was called “Static Mayhem.” It showed Margot Robbie as Harley Quinn, mid-laugh, backlit by the neon rot of a fictional Gotham alley. Rain streaked down her diamond-patterned corset. In her right hand, a chipped baseball bat wrapped in the phrase “Good Night.” In her eyes—not madness, but invitation .
“You’re staring again, pudding,” she whispered. Not in Margot Robbie’s natural accent, but in that specific, fractured, Brooklyn-gone-sour voice she’d used in Birds of Prey .
The last thing the monitor in his empty apartment displayed was a single line of text in jagged red font:
Leo froze. His cursor hovered over the “Change Desktop” button, but his finger wouldn’t move.
His reflection in the monitor doubled. No— tripled . Three Harleys now, each in a slightly different costume: the red-and-black Suicide Squad jester, the gold-chain Birds of Prey rebel, the bloody-rose The Suicide Squad dress.
