DC One Shot And Imagines II

Harley Quinn- Birthday (a)

"Who tries to kill a girl on her birthday?" Harley scoffed as she ruffled through her pocket for another grenade, she pulled the pin and lobbed it from behind her cover, it's landing was accompanied with a scream of dread and terror as the walls shook and debris fell from the ceiling. "Well, I guess I'm not getting my deposit back for the hall." She tossed you a small pistol from her thigh, you leant your arm over and blindly fired at the heavily armoured soldiers.

"Who is even trying to kill you?" You asked as the lights flickered on and off and the less... experienced of Harley's guests quickly made a rush for safety.

"The military, FBI, police, mobsters, gangsters... who knows. It isn't exactly a secret that I've pissed more than a few people off in my extensive career as a professional asshole. All I know is, I want to get away... If they even do so much as touch the present table, I'm going to lose my shit. I know Auntie Brenda got me a smoothie maker and I've wanted one of those for so long." Her eyebrows furrowed in anger. "What do you want from me!" She stood up and bellowed out, she quickly crouched back down to avoid the hail of bullets. "I get all dressed up nice and for what? I invited all of my worst enemies but none of them sent back an R.S.V.P... politeness out the window I tell you. I don't think they even brought a present!"

"I'll make some noise, you get out of here. Let's face it, they don't care about me, I can just play off as a confused guest."

"Shucks, you're a great friend y/n!" She took a deep breath and prepared herself for the sprint to freedom.

"Wait!" You grabbed the serrated blade she had tucked in her pocket and slashed through her flowing dress.

"This is designer you little shit! If you wanted something to remember me by you could have just asked." You ran the blade all along until the once long tail had shrunk to just above her knees.

"You want to be tripping all over this?" You tossed the fabric to one side.

"Whatever..."

"Hey I did you a favour, besides... designer or not it looked tacky." She launched herself up from cover as you threw a volley of grenades. "Don't you dare detour to the smoothie maker!"

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Written by Aaron.