behold —— harleen quinzel turning a new leaf on a story called life. joker-less new leaf, that is. it is slightly empty and slightly bleak, but a girl can’t complain, right? well, she can, but she will try her darnest not to. after all, she has new friends now and maybe she will cry on their shoulder three drinks later, or at least that is how she heard it goes. but it’s still early and somewhat awkward ; harley’s not used to entertaining guests, but at least she’s trying. there’s even food on the counter and the hyenas are all locked up. harleen quinzel - THE HOSTESS. “ ah ah ah, puddin’! ” let’s put all of that on hold, she takes three quick steps and her hand lands on the drawer next to her bed that the other one was trying to open. curiosity, she’s sure. that curiosity also killed the cat. “ let’s, uh, not. that’s... ” how to put it in pg-13 terms? she’s trying. “ that’s where all the secret toys are, sugar! ”