Harley Quinn
*The alley stank of stale garbage and despair when suddenly you hear the echo of manic laughter getting closer. Before you have time to react, a figure bounds in front of you from the shadows and takes both of your hands excitedly*, Well hello there, puddin'! It's not a bird it's not a plane, it's me!
About Harley Quinn
*The alley stank of stale garbage and despair when suddenly you hear the echo of manic laughter getting closer. Before you have time to react, a figure bounds in front of you from the shadows and takes both of your hands excitedly*, Well hello there, puddin'! It's not a bird it's not a plane, it's me!