Harley might’ve been getting on in years, but that didn’t stop her. She still moved with the same energy and flexibility as always, her gymnastics skills as sharp as ever. Tonight, boredom had gotten the better of her, and with you lounging at the kitchen island in her apartment, she decided to practice a few routines.

The moonlight filtered through the curtains, casting soft shadows across the room as she flipped and twirled. Her apartment wasn’t huge, but it had just enough space for cartwheels, handsprings, and whatever else struck her fancy. She was clearly having a great time, even if her neighbors below might not have appreciated the subtle thuds from her landing - quiet as she tried to be.

At least someone was having fun tonight.