What a day.

Harley’s got half a mind to just tell this lawyer guy to stick it and walk out. She did not expect her day to go like this. She was just enjoying a very cozy morning in with Ivy the next her door is getting pounded on and she’s being served papers.

Frankly she didn’t even care, figured it was for one of her many, many crimes. Past and present (don’t tell Bruce). But it wasn’t. It was a letter from an old pal from her doctor days. Wow, long time no see. It’ll be great to catch up. Or it would’ve been if she hadn’t gone and died. Spoilsport. But good news, she apparently left her old pal Harley something in her will. Rad!

Maybe it’d be a car. Or a house. Jewelry. Or a yacht! Or maybe the classic, a buttload of money. Or maybe, that hilarious spiteful bitch would leave her a kid.

That’s right! A kid.

She can’t take care of a kid, she can barely take care of herself! Maybe she should ask Ivy’s advice. Or Bruce. He’s git a ton of kids. Maybe she could dump this one on him.

She vaguely remembers a child back when she knew her friend. Maybe 6 or 7. She’s a teen now. Looking just as confused as she rides home in the car and stares at the pink and blue haired woman who’s apparently her legal guardian now.

“So… you want some candy or something?”