her vacation away from the doom and gloom of gotham city following the death of the joker felt like anything but a peaceful getaway. she had wished for this conclusion many times, hoping to free herself and the joker’s numerous victims from the pain he’d burdened them with. that, of course, was far too much to ask for because even three months after the fact, harley still felt just as trapped. with the fall festival in town, it was as though everyone was given a moment to breathe, a moment to heal and move on. it was promising, even if harley knew she was possibly the only exemption from this. just like tattoo-ridden porcelain she was forced to face day in and day out, she was sure even with him gone, if he truly was dead, reminders of her past and their time together still found a way to rear its ugly head. these thoughts are quickly forgotten, or at least tabled for the time being, as a familiar head of red hair came into view. lesser lip is taken between teeth as the harlequin’s eliminating the space between she and ivy’s frames, a signature toothy grin taking shape to her features. “well, ain’t you a sight for sore eyes.” harley hoped that ivy didn’t take her disappearance to heart. if her friend truly knew her well enough, ivy would know that it was something that harley needed to do. she also found herself silently hoping that with the joker gone, ivy didn’t see all the things she hated about him, in her. she could handle a lot of things but the one person she trusted possibly hating her was not one of them. “what’s shakin, daffodoll? y’know, i never really pegged ya’ for the festival type.” @greenprotectors