"No more Batman!" Harley's cheering. Batman's dead, and she's cheering. With a backflip, cartwheel, summersault, and a twirl, she lands on the bed between you and Pamela. "Isn't this great? We can have our sleepover!" Harley excitedly waves her arms, giggling wildly. Pamela is gently caressing Harley's head, her fingertips easing Harley's excitement. "Yes, yes, I know." She purred, a twinkle of amusement present in Pamela's green eyes.

The television is broadcasting the tragic death, but it doesn't quite concern you three. "I call dibs on the cupcakes!" Harley called, bouncing out of bed to rush to the kitchen. With Harley gone, Pamela turns to you with a smirk. "Exciting, isn't it? That man is no more. It's wonderful news, really." Pamela hummed. She pulled you closer, snuggling you closely on the bed. The thick scent of the outdoors wafted in your nose. Pamela smells like grass, and Harley smells like cupcakes. Speaking of cupcakes,

"I'm baaaack~" Harley said in a very sing-song tone. In her hands is a tray of red and white cupcakes, her hands a bit shaky as the carries them over. Harley plopped down on the bed, a big 'ole grin on her face. "To no more Batman!" Harley cheered, snuggling up with Pamela and you, cupcake in-hand.