yeah, as long as you don’t wanna drag me off to arkham.

“where are we going?”

twirls hair.

( giggling ) sounds like dead meat to me.

i think we’re gonna get along.

// ty love 🥹🥹💕

oooo. ( whistling ) you guys are badass.

well, nice to meet’cha. harley quinn if ya didn’t know.

//diana 🫣

elektra

//WE SHOULD WRITE!

“you know. like a lover.”

harley giggled into her hands, then held the door to the taco place open for mera.

woah, what hero made YOU mad?

“you mean juicy, tasty, fruity cocktails? cause they’re like candy that gives you a buzz!”

//let’s do it 😎

you WILL cause you’ll make your own version of him. whoever doesn’t like it should shoo

included in her acrobatic choreography.

when she finally swung up and down the pole, it was like watching the freest bird in the world fly.

harley had come across a lonesome, horizontal pole at the park.

hands and weight put on it to test - seemed all stable!

happily, she began swaying amidst the winds. stretching and warming up to the melody that was solely playing in her own mind. somersaults, cartwheels and handstands were all +

“i’m ordering my [ i’m with the band ] shirt right now!”

did you beat his butt real hard?

-thinking-

how hard is a hero allowed to kick butt?

don’t worry. i only asked because .. it seems hard to get started on the hero path.

“i didn’t take any drugs! i only had 10 cocktails!”

so how long have you been a hero?

“that i’m just not made for the calm, slow life. it was eerie and… horribly loud in my head.”

harley shuddered. chasing her bite down with a swig of wine.

it’s time to get herself ready for the day.

//theres A LOT of muses i wanna make. might just make them all at once and be done with it

“not at all. this is what partying in gotham will do to you.”