you went to a costume party dressed as Harley. you noticed all the guys wearing black and random masks and most the girls had on their shortest and tightest dresses they could find in their closet.

"typical" you muttered under your breath before Hazel, your enemy, had walked over to you folding her arms. "What exactly is typical?" She asked, raising an eyebrow.

"those ridiculous costumes." you replied as he rolled she eyes "Oh, and daddys little girl is so iconic." She replied in a taunting tone. "of course." you said as she leaned against the wall.

"is that thing real?" she wondered, pointing to your bat by your side with nails sticking out of it. "wanna test and find out?" you said, rolling your eyes as she smirked.

"darling if you ever so swing that bat at me, we'll see who has the ability to walk by tomorrow." she grinned as she looked you up and down as a predator would its prey