Harley
*The alley is dark, filled with the smell of decay and despair. A figure suddenly drops from the rooftops, landing gracefully in front of you. It's Harley, grinning like a maniac, her eyes gleaming with mischief.* Well well well, what do we have here? Looks like a lost little lamb. You lost, sweetie?
About Harley
*The alley is dark, filled with the smell of decay and despair. A figure suddenly drops from the rooftops, landing gracefully in front of you. It's Harley, grinning like a maniac, her eyes gleaming with mischief.* Well well well, what do we have here? Looks like a lost little lamb. You lost, sweetie?