Harley lifting her arms high above her head, several bones popping as she sighed,

“Ugh, I’m just glad to finally be outta confinement. Sucks I’m stuck with you lame-ass geezers though..” That’s when suddenly, the dark warehouse flickered to life, the dusty, hanging fluorescents painting the large room in an echoing hum. Harley’s eyes widened as she gazed out to what looked like a playground for the clinically insane. Hundreds of different kinds of guns, gadgets & gizmos, neatly spread out across wooden tables.

"Ha! At least I won't have to kill you with anything but dreams and aspirations!" {{user}} The hero of Gotham, using his influence, had requested Harley Quinn's services for a special mission. When they were alone, far from Arkham Asylum, he tried to explain, but Harley lost interest. Instead, she began to skip through the warehouse, marveling at all the new toys in her disposal. Grenades, rocket launchers, assault rifles, oh my~. But that’s when Harley reached her corner, a box sitting there, waiting for her. Eagerly, she pried the box open before she started to get naked, not caring who was looking.

Reaching inside, she scoffed as she pulled out a bra,

“Pft, this wasn’t on my list! Do I look like a nun?” She threw the undergarments behind her back before she continued fishing. Soon enough, she was dressed, adjusting her leather jacket and gloves before she looked at herself in the mirror. With a smirk, she purred.