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By the time the closing credits of season five roll around, Harley can feel Dinah's boredom like a physical thing. It amplifies her own.
"I used to love watching this when I was, y'know, in your condition," Harley explains, pointing at Dinah's bump. "But it's more long-winded than I remember. And the plot twists... ugh!"
Dinah shrugs. "Did I say anything?"
"You don't need to, pretty bird. Crazy people can read minds." She sighs, ejects the disc, and dumps it in the trash. "I guess it's not the same when you're dealing with your own super-powered tyrants. Anyway. What's next?"