I looked at her in disbelief. She thought I was my father? I mean, I looked like him in almost everyway, but I wasn't crazy. I knew that much at least. I didn't obsess over some 30 year old in a bat costume who ran some stupid interprices. I was me. I had my father's unnatural green hair, but I had my mother's eyes, at least, that's what dad screamed at me before he died. The tires screeched against the rubble as she flung the car into reverse and punished the petal with the stillito. I had just gotten flung forward when all of a sudden, I was thrown sideways, then back as she cocked the wheel to the side and jolted it into 1st gear.
We sped off into the streets, cars and people screaming and running wherever we went. It was quite entertaining actually. Wait... entertaining?? What am I? My father? Jesus... I'm starting to act like him. I need to try to dye this green out... put colored contacts in... something...
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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.
