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Dec 15, 2008 18:26

((takes place shortly after this))

Harley didn't remember much after being tossed from the blimp. When she woke up, really woke up and not that half and half sort of awake thing, she was in Arkham.

That didn't surprise her. She had a cast on her left arm and it felt like a couple of her ribs had been snapped and she still had bruises. Here, in Arkham, they didn't let her wear her make up. The didn't let her dress up in her costume. And while they let her have one picture of her and the Joker, but as soon as she had seen it she threw it against the wall with her left hand and broke it.

And then felt instantly guilty. But there wouldn't any sorry that could patch this one.

She was sulking when one of the nurses she had flirted with when she worked here all those years ago took her to a room for when people came to visit. It was little known information, but Harley did have siblings, so she had to wonder if one of them was visiting. (She hadn't sprung out of nowhere, after all.) Though that was hardly likely. Only one ever did and those was few and far between.

She wasn't in a talking mood anyway. Not really.

robin tim drake, "a bird in the hand", poison ivy, harley quinn

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