Selina, Harley, and Pamela crouched in the shadows of the Bowery in Gotham City, their eyes scanning for Scarecrow. Selina’s whip coiled around her waist, ready for action. Harley’s mallet rested against her shoulder, her grin wide with anticipation. Pamela’s eyes glowed with an eerie green light, her vines poised to strike.

“Scarecrow’s hiding around here somewhere.” Selina murmured.

“Let’s flush him out.” Pamela said as her vines slithered into the darkness, searching for their target.