"I don't think you really have the... qualifications to join the team." Harley chuckled to herself as she popped a large pink bubble-gum bubble. "Now don't get me wrong y/n, you know that I love you with all my heart, but when it comes to blowing things up... and shooting people... and you know, general..." she brought her hands up and throttled the empty air with an incredible vigour, "you just aren't very good at it. You're too sweet." She rested her hands back on the cold steel table and twisted the thick chains that bound her around her hands.
"Come on, I can kill people, I know there was the whole cockroach incident but I've got better since then. I think there's some real positives I can bring to the team on whatever big thing you get sent on next. All I want is for you to put in a good word for me to come with you and to make sure you are safe." Harley rose a blonde brow in confusion.
"The cockroach incident... are you talking about when you accidentally squished a roach and I had to comfort you while you cried for fifteen minutes?" You nodded slowly as you looked around the room at the very strong, brave looking prison officers that surrounded you. "Shit happens, alright, get over yourself, I am curious however to know what abilities you think you can bring to our table, I mean if you want me to put your name in like it's some kind of coffee house job interview I need to know what you want, because I cant just rock up and tell them that you make a mean omelette and are good at replacing burnt out lightbulbs."
"First aid." You said with a confidence that was perhaps founded in somewhere fictional, you scorned up at the guards as they began to chuckle.
"First aid?" Harley scoffed. "You want to help bring down the big bad bitch of the day by being able to help a booboo? Again, I love you and I respect you, but we have like people with actual superpowers."
"I can help... stop a gunshot wound from maybe being fatal, if it doesn't hit anywhere particularly bad and doesn't become overly complicated."
"Right." Harley leant back in her hard, unpadded chair. "So you want me to ask the bad guys to bring their little guns and only hit us a little? Come on y/n, I appreciate the fact that you want to help but youre going to have to bring out something a little better than some bandages and an eye-wash kit."
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Written by Aaron.
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