One thing that annoys me is people who like Harley because of Suicide Squad, I have always loved her, and the movie was great and the comics are, too. I'm writing a book about her, and I'm not sure exactly the details yet.
"Puddin', I can't leave!!!" Harley whined. "Listen!" I said turning around, and slow clapping, bringing my cupped hands up to my face and blowing into them. "I love, you, but you have to go, this is the best way to take down, Batman...." I said walking towards her, and putting my hands up to her cheeks. "Do you have something to wear, you can't look like yourself,"I said turning, and walking the opposite direction. I reached the end of the room, and turned around on my heels. Pacing the room, I noticed something. There was a lighter on the ground. I started walking over to it. I picked it up, and tossed it over to Harley. "Hey, puddin' what's this for?" She asked me. "Go get changed, and then grab the gasoline, love"
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