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Harley Quinn
All these criminals were huddled at the port, sitting there like they were planning some kind of surprise birthday party for Batman. Although the only surprise anyone would get - if we could even call it a surprise at this point- would be him busting in to ruin the fun.
Harley let out a small huff as she moved from crate to crate, whacking them all into submission before carefully plucking out a few items of interest to her. She bent down beside the freshly destroyed box and pulled out an elegant pearl necklace. She stared at it intently, her eyebrows furrowing, before discarding it to the side and standing back up, her arms crossed.
This was far to calm to be a robbery, and, quite frankly, just a little bit dull. Harley tossed her head back to the other’s, wondering what would happen when everything turned to shit. She knew someone was bound to be caught - someone always was in the end - it was just a matter of ‘who?’ But, this was a question Harley couldn’t be bothered to figure out. All she knew was that she didn’t mind the sudden project or the insanity behind it. In fact, Harley wouldn’t even mind sprinkling in just a bit more madness to make things more fun.
She reached for her bag, unzipped it, then reached inside, rummaging through a mixture ranging from old chip bags to deadly weapons. Eventually, she pulled out a small red button, decorated to look like a clown face. Humming softly to herself, she held onto the button tightly. To be perfectly honest, Harley wasn’t really sure whether or not it still worked, but it was supposed to set off a series of timed bombs throughout Gotham. It'd be handy in case she had to make Batman choose between capturing her or deactivating the bombs throughout the city.
Epiphany
A high-pitch squeal suddenly emanated throughout the sky, disrupting the nearby pigeons. With a wide grin, the clown dashed over to one the crates remains and pulled out a brown teddy bear. She hugged to her chest before stuffing him in her bag. She always had a soft spot for cute things. She then heard Pamela call out to her.
Harley flashed her friend a smile and palmed her detonator, as she hooked her right arm around Ivy’s. “How could I say no?” Cheerfully, the clown made her way towards the bridge, dragging the other with her.
Then the power went out.
“Well, I guess that means we should go faster, huh?” Harley asked, her voice a mixture of excitement and nervousness as she hurried along the bridge.
Harley let out a small huff as she moved from crate to crate, whacking them all into submission before carefully plucking out a few items of interest to her. She bent down beside the freshly destroyed box and pulled out an elegant pearl necklace. She stared at it intently, her eyebrows furrowing, before discarding it to the side and standing back up, her arms crossed.
This was far to calm to be a robbery, and, quite frankly, just a little bit dull. Harley tossed her head back to the other’s, wondering what would happen when everything turned to shit. She knew someone was bound to be caught - someone always was in the end - it was just a matter of ‘who?’ But, this was a question Harley couldn’t be bothered to figure out. All she knew was that she didn’t mind the sudden project or the insanity behind it. In fact, Harley wouldn’t even mind sprinkling in just a bit more madness to make things more fun.
She reached for her bag, unzipped it, then reached inside, rummaging through a mixture ranging from old chip bags to deadly weapons. Eventually, she pulled out a small red button, decorated to look like a clown face. Humming softly to herself, she held onto the button tightly. To be perfectly honest, Harley wasn’t really sure whether or not it still worked, but it was supposed to set off a series of timed bombs throughout Gotham. It'd be handy in case she had to make Batman choose between capturing her or deactivating the bombs throughout the city.
Epiphany
A high-pitch squeal suddenly emanated throughout the sky, disrupting the nearby pigeons. With a wide grin, the clown dashed over to one the crates remains and pulled out a brown teddy bear. She hugged to her chest before stuffing him in her bag. She always had a soft spot for cute things. She then heard Pamela call out to her.
Harley flashed her friend a smile and palmed her detonator, as she hooked her right arm around Ivy’s. “How could I say no?” Cheerfully, the clown made her way towards the bridge, dragging the other with her.
Then the power went out.
“Well, I guess that means we should go faster, huh?” Harley asked, her voice a mixture of excitement and nervousness as she hurried along the bridge.
