Mr. and Mrs. J (2.☻)
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So, the new city was surprisingly easy to adapt to. Despite not being quite ad strong as she was before and most of her toys missing, Harley didn’t mind her new surroundings. Little did those dumb ol’ scientists know that replacing her mallet with a smaller, squeakier version was the nicest thing anyone had done for her in a while. Though they could have at least brought Mr. J with her. What she wouldn’t give to see his smile…
And then she saw him. It was like a Christmas miracle, only it wasn’t Christmas. “Puddin’!” She cried out the word as if it were rain in a desert, a ray of light in the dark, a knock knock joke at a funeral. Harley ran toward The Joker as fast as her legs would allow, arms wide open. Only she tripped just in front of him and landed flat on her butt. Gracefully.
Before she could make much more of a scene, she picked herself up and offered her true love the biggest grin she could manage. “Oh Mr. J, I was so worried I ended up stuck here without ya! Here I was thinkin’ how am I gonna go even one day without my schnookum, and then poof! There you are!” She clasped her hands together and pressed them to her cheek, swooning like a cheerleader for the captain of the football team. “But ya know… ya look a little different. Did ya do somethin’ with your hair? You’re lookin’ a little taller, too. New shoes?”