I just stared at this woman in disbelief as she dragged up a broken stool from underneath the car. It purred. The car actually purred. She pulled up a three legged stool and sat down, which I thought was quite a feat in at least five inch stilletos. I just kinda shrugged it off after a while, and moved a bar stool on the other side of the bar and sat down, sipping my coffee. I heard the clacking of heels on the tile floor and looked up just in time to see a barrel of a pistol being shoved in my face. My eyes widened and I fell off my chair, scooting back to the wall. The bartender, I noticed, had dissapeared behind the bar or all together, I couldn't tell. She smiled as the barrel gleamed in the light.
"What are you still doing here? You should know when I get here, get out."
She then noticed my hair, and almost dropped the gun in surprise. Her grip tightened on it and she shoved it against my forehead, "YOU THINK IT'S FUNNY TO MAKE FUN OF MY BOYFRIEND'S HAIR COLOR KID!? I'LL SHOW YOU!!!" She then cocked the gun, and I gulped, looking around for something to use, but I was trapped.
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I've been a very, VERY Bad Girl Puddin'.
FanfictionHarley Quinn X Reader. "Oh come on Puddin'!! Don't you wanna rev up ya Harley? Vroom vroom!!!" I can't believe it. I have Harleen Quinnsel in my bed tonight, and she's all mine.
