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Obvious reasons this would take place after falling into the poison and when Harley is on her own, away from Joker. Hope you like it, enjoy!
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The small store filled with knick knacks and trinkets had just closed up for the day, but Y/n's day was anywhere but done. She still had to sort through the things that were brought in, price them and then find a spot. And if she knew she wasn't gonna be closed tomorrow, she would've left it for the weekend, but because of her closure tomorrow, she was able to stay up a bit later than usual to get it done that night.
After getting her cup of coffee ready, she slide on her earphones and turned her music on, letting the music wash over her as she set to work. Her work process wasn't that hard, two piles and then guessing the prices. It might've looked like it would take a while, but it didn't. And by 11, she was done.
She stood and stretched, letting out a yawn as she took her earphones out and turned off her music. As she moved to make sure the front door was locked, she was surprised to see her plant, that always seemed like it was dead, alive and thriving. It was weird, but thought it could've been a plant that thrived at night, however, she never heard of those types of plants. For now though, she ignored it and focused on closing the shades so no one would be tempted to break in, even though there was nothing really to steal.
However, as she walked towards the back, she was surprised to see the back room lights on, something that she doesn't need to turn on at all. She knew no one else was in the store, at least, she didn't think there was anyone else in the store. "Hello?" And now it starts to feel like a Hollywood horror movie.
The store's quiet, so maybe she turned the lights on when she passed by? She let out a breath, before walking towards the counter and opening the register. Then, there's a giggle, a giggle that's very familiar to her. "Harleen?" She calls out, knowing her friend's there. There's another giggle, but from the opposite side of the room. "Harleen, I know that's you. Please, come out.." she pleads, just wanting to see her friend after not seeing her for years.
"It's not Harleen doll, it's Harley. Harley Quinn at yer service!" The clown does a little bow as she giggles. But Y/n stands there, looking at Harley with wide eyes. "Ya okay doll? You lookin' a bit pale."
"You.. you don't remember me do you?"
"Are ya someone I fucked? Killed someone ya loved? Broke into ya house?"
"No.."
"Then nope! You're a cutie though. Hey Red, can we keep her?" A red headed woman with green skin steps out of the shadows, looking Y/n over.
"She doesn't know how to take care of plants Harley." The clown frown, sending Y/n a pout.
"Bunny?" Y/n whispers to Harley, the pale woman blinking before her eyes widening a bit.
"Y/n?" A small smile comes to Y/n's face, but she's not sure what to do.
"You know her Harl's?" Harley nods, cackling as she walks towards her friend.
"I can't believe I forgot ya."
"Wasn't your fault." Y/n nuzzled against the woman, letting out a sigh, happy that Harley at least remembered her.
Again, writer's block sucked. It's like since this pandemic started, I haven't been able to write and just beem so freaked out, I'm really really sorry for my shitty writing.
