It’s an unusual premise, this: a woman with a tendency for mania moves back to her old neighborhood and opens an agency bent on stopping the burgeoning local gentrification, destruction preferred. Sunny came home, as it were. It’s the kind of thing that would fit right in Image Comics' line — slightly autobiographical, location-rich, effectively realistic but just a little bent. Forestall the mobsters or monster hunting as long as possible.

But of course it’s not an Image comic; it’s Elliott Kalan and Mindy Lee’s Harley Quinn Vol. 1: Destructive Comics. And while it’s a premise with promise, is it Harley? Not that Harley hasn’t lit up city boroughs before, not that she hasn’t previously had a cast of quirky urbanites, but she has had that before, and then come a long way since. More so than shunting Harley through the Multiverse, more so than Harley as Bat-ally turned villain psychologist, taking Harley back to Amanda Conner and Jimmy Palmiotti’s Brooklyn — er, Gotham’s Throatcutter Hill feels like the ultimate in author’s fiat, a book that if it might have felt right for Harley once upon a time, but doesn’t feel right any more.