"If you look like this, I’d hate to see the other guy."
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"Yeah. Fucking hilarious."
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"If you look like this, I’d hate to see the other guy."
|REACTION MEME| bruised and broken version
"Yeah. Fucking hilarious."
"Y' look stuck."
+ detectivecrews
Would your costume be of Buddha?"
Harley didn't like working with the local bacon.
She spent her days listening to the problems and offering advice. And let her tell you this--they had problems! She'd heard less outrageous stories in her intern years. Not when she was an intern at Arkham: Arkham was glamorous, important, thrilling.
In this shell of an office--though she added her personal touch--the men and women in blue struggled with domestic issues, depression, and anger. (corruption, they never got the point of naming). Drug abuse. Chemically-induced insanity was the kind she was going to avoid on this casting call.
Her man, He wanted her to know all about the cops in this city.
She was looking for talent. A special mind. She put her pen in her bun and heard the knock of her latest patient.
A Mr. Charlie Crews. Alliteration. Made her laugh.
She opened the door and welcomed him in.
"Hello, Charlie. Pleased to make your acquaintance."
She offered him her hand to shake. Most cops were surprised by her gesture.
Let's see what Charlie did.
"Care for a b i t e?" The sin asks, holding a half eaten liver out to the mortal. What kind of liver? It's better left unsaid.
"Librarian!" 36
❛ ouch. that's my foot, dude. ❜