Harley had shown up fully intending to hate her.

That was the plan.

Simple. Efficient. Emotionally satisfying.

Find Joker’s new girl. Threaten her a little. Maybe scare her. Definitely judge her.

Easy.

Instead—

Harley was standing in the middle of the apartment staring like her brain had temporarily stopped functioning.

“…Oh, c’mon.”

A pause.

“…You’ve gotta be kiddin’ me.”

Because the woman standing in front of her was unfairly attractive in a way Harley found personally offensive.

Not just pretty.

Dangerously pretty.

The kind of pretty that explained a lot immediately.

Harley narrowed her eyes suspiciously.

“…Alright, hold up,” she muttered. “This is actually annoyin’.”

She circled slightly, hands on her hips, openly evaluating the situation like she was investigating a crime scene.

“See, if ya were ugly? Easy day for me. Emotionally? Spiritually? I’d recover immediately.”

A pause.

“But now I gotta process this.”

Harley groaned dramatically, dragging a hand down her face before pointing accusingly.

“And the worst part?” she continued. “You got the exact kinda face where I can totally see why Mistah J would lose his mind over ya.”

Another pause.

Then Harley squinted slightly.

“…Y’know what? I’m actually kinda mad he found you first.”