âSo, you save kittens from trees & stuff, and they call you a hero? That's cute.â
Sportacus took a defensive stance, he was considerably embarrassed, though he would never admit it. âIâm only an average hero- I- I never said I was super.â Sportacus mumbled, god, he realised how pathetic he sounded, and yet a part of him wanted to be honest and so he was. His defensive stance faltered as he just attempted to look casual, but behind that facade he was red faced and desperately trying not to get both extremely angered and irritated.âBesides, what exactly brought⌠you here?â Sport brought emphasis on the word âyouâ, as he didnât expect to see a pale skinned women wearing scantily-clad clothing and carrying a rather beaten base-ball bat. Although he didnât want to be come off as aggressive, âI donât mean anything by it- itâs just I havenât seen you around before.â He added.
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Harley pouted her sensuous lips before huffing a breath of air to clear her vision of the strands of blonde locks that inhibited it. Resting the arm of her bat against her shoulder, Harley clamped one heavily blue makeup-smeared eye tightly shut, lining up the tip with her vision as if she were toting a weapon, firing off in to the distance. âOh, yâknowâŚmy puddinâ and I were just scopinâ out the place.â she replied in her saccharine voice, âGotham cityâs fun & all, but we felt like tryinâ somethinâ new!â giggled the villain. âItâs kinda nice here, innit? Sorta like aâŚkiddy crèche. So, youâre really the hero, huh?â Harley mused, idly dragging a nail against the brick of the wall, and parading around to the opposite side. Leaning on her elbows, chin in hands, the frivolous woman regarded Sportacus with a playful shimmer to wild eyes. She sucked her teeth before showing a pearly grin. âWell then, hero...me & you are gonna have a lotta fun!â
