[Harley had no idea how she was supposed to get Joker's hair. And if by some sort of divine intervention, his bathroom floor was littered with clumps. He had just trimmed his own hair (didn't trust anyone to do it). The guards at the door were sweet on her and let her pass on by without question. She wasn't supposed to be there anymore.
She tied it tight with a little elastic band and went to the beach. It wasn't quite summer yet and that made it a little cold. She shivered, in a plain hoodie and the shortest shorts you'd ever seen. No more PROPERTY OF JOKER jackets. She wished she could scrub these tattoos off.
Then she saw ol' what's-his-name approaching her. She waved and hollered.]
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She tied it tight with a little elastic band and went to the beach. It wasn't quite summer yet and that made it a little cold. She shivered, in a plain hoodie and the shortest shorts you'd ever seen. No more PROPERTY OF JOKER jackets. She wished she could scrub these tattoos off.
Then she saw ol' what's-his-name approaching her. She waved and hollered.]
Woohoo!