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Harley handled the flair. She walked in like a question mark, trailed with confetti and smoke, and cracked the room with jokes that made the councilors stiffen. When the boxes opened, the chandeliers reflected the truth in prismatic shards, and the room convulsed. Papers rustled. White wine trembled. Cameras shoved microphones into faces that could not find words fast enough. Dezmall watched from the mezzanine, a small grin like a punctuation mark. The city demanded answers. The city got them. the rise of a villain harley quinn dezmall better