Mar 15, 2015
Well, well. What have we here?
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Well, well. What have we here?
[x] canary & wondy.
"Great Hera. How did you procure such a wound?"
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"You were saying?"
Things had been... slow, lately. With Harley trying to strike out on her own again after becoming increasingly frustrated with the Joker. Again. The problem was while she had her own crew of men to do her dirty work, and plenty of heists and murders in her name, she still felt rather...unfulfilled. It was only a matter of time before she was back in Arkham again; the therapists all trying to get a crack at her. Because really, what was more interesting than a woman who had been full of promise, full of passion for her line of work... only to snap one day and throw it all away. Being on both sides of the spectrum really made Harley one of Arkham's star patients.
Tonight she was in the midst of doing her hair when she heard Bud and Lou growling from behind her. "What's the matter, babies?" she asked, turning around in her seat to look at the person who had made their way into the warehouse she had been hiding out in. Her blue eyes narrowed and she glowered at her guest. "Gimme one good reason I shouldn't let my babies make dinner out of ya," she growled, holding onto the hyenas' collars.