Harley held the bazooka steady, it looked somewhat out of place with the big, puffy pink abomination of a dress she was wearing. She had tastes, after all, and they were expensive. And she could've taken a hammer to the windows, but she felt like making a bang ( Read more... )

Harley had her gun right on the teller. Because, this was, you know a hold up.

Of a bakery.

Hand over the sugared doughnuts and no one gets hurt!

((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 ( Read more... )

It was a rare time, the Joker sleeping (or distracted) - as much as he ever did - Harley had washed off the grease paint, put on some of her own music quietly in the background and started the job of patching up Junior, wearing clothes that almost looked normal. A shirt with a clown face on it and a pair of baggy pants with a draw string. She had ( Read more... )

They watched her behind the pharmacy counter, pulling pills off. Harley herself didn't take crazy pills. She didn't have to. But you could sell them on the street and where else would most street addicts find a doctor like her?

Or a doctor at all?

It was the gun that made them keep a distance. That, and she was humming the the happy tree ( Read more... )

The patrons of the Department Store - namely the baby department were all giving Harley a wide berth. She couldn't blame them. She was armed. (She had at least two arms at all times!) She was beautiful! (The envy of every other bloated Mom-To-Be here!) And she was DANGEROUS ( Read more... )

Harley wanted to cheer up Ivy. Not that Ivy seemed overly sad or anything, but occasionally Harley liked to do things for the friend that let her invade her lairs all the time when she wasn't on the best of terms with Mistah J. Right now, that involved breaking into a botany lab. Harley had taken an antihistamine before doing this because some ( Read more... )

She has managed to lose the incept Vixen and her male from her trail and taken care of the deviant brother of Detective Chandler. She is in her favorite house in Love Canal looking at the picture of what could be her fondest desire. Funky Flashman's notations however are in some code that makes no sense. She wants to scream in frustration, but ( Read more... )