"I'll never go back to that good-for-nothing scumbag again!" Harley declared triumphantly with the stomp of her boot, and a pout on her pale face.

You knew that wasn't true, of course. For the past few months, Harley would crash at your place when she and Joker got into particularly bad fights, always spewing the same nonsense about being over him. She always ate your food and hogged the couch until she inevitably returned to him a few days later.

"Thanks for letting me crash," she huffed, leaning over the couch while cracking open a Coke.