i want to know what you’re up to.
A RECENTLY EMPTIED WAREHOUSE ON THE EDGE OF GOTHAM; A HARLEQUIN AND A MAN, IN THE SHADOWS.
. . . ❛❛ well if i told'ja, we couldn't get to meet in all these fun ways now could we? ❜❜ her entity; a projectile vomit of technicolour, harley reigns blissful to the thought that her very being is an assault to his eyes —— 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗠𝗔𝗡, 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗠𝗬𝗧𝗛, so blindly married to his 𝘩𝘶𝘦-𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘺𝘴𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘦. and so, she wipes her mouth from spit before smiling at him, ａ ｂｉｇ ｃｈｅｅｓｙ ｇｒｉｎ， one that your teacher would ask from you for a class photo.
❛❛ 𝑚𝑖𝑠𝑡𝑎 𝑗 really did his big one ! you'll have to take my word f'rit though. i'd love to show you, but i can't, y'know, really . . . . .. . ... .. [H̶͔̓̃E̷̪͚̓̒ ̷̨͈̌̕H̴̝̿E̷̬̹̾̉ ̷̭̈H̵͖͗Ḙ̴͎̕ ̶̰͓̀̀H̸̼͈̏A̸̛͖ ̴̀̍ͅͅH̴͍̼̑̄Ă̶̳ ̶̛̩̈H̵͉̅͠Ï̵̜̑ ̴̟͂̈́H̷͖͌O̴͇̯̓͊ ̸̧͑H̸̗͗̆A̵̗͑͑ ̵̼̾H̵̛͖̕U̵̮̥͋̚H̷̳̿ ̶̪̏H̸̝͐̾E̷̘̣͝ ̸̯̙̑̑H̴̨͎͛Ḁ̵͑͆ ̸͚͋H̷̗̆̍͜Ḙ̵̱̆Ḧ̷̢̡ₑ̊̽] 𝒚͙𝒐𝒖'𝒍𝒍 𝒔𝒆𝒆 𝒊𝒕͙ 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒊𝒕'͙𝒔 𝒓͙𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒚 ! ! ! ! !! !!!!! !! ! ! ! ❜❜ the eruption passes, and she can't help but smile by the time that she is close enough her eyes meet his.
❛❛ I MEAN REALLY, DID Y'THINK I'D TELL YA? IT AIN'T GONNA ALL COME EASY T'YOU, SIR. ❜❜