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Barb smiled, still petting the hyenas. "...Hey, do you wanna go get something to eat?" She asked, looking up at Harley with a small head tilt. "I imagine the food in Arkham isn't great..."

Harley blinked a little, before quickly nodding. “Oh, yeah! ‘Course! That’d be great,” she grinned. “It really isn’ very good at all, honest— Y’guessed right theeeere.”

She chuckled. "Any ideas for where? I don't really know much about Gotham..."

"Oh. Funnn~" She chuckled nervously, then thought for a second. "...Ooh! My hotel room has a little baby kitchen, we could try to cook~"

“Oooh, we could!” She chimed cheerily. “... I ain’t exactly the beeest cook, but... Hey! Could be fun to tryyyyy— Even if it’ll take forever,” Harley giggled.

"Yeahh, neither am I... But it's worth a shot!" She giggled. "To the store?"

“To the store~!” She agreed, flashing a little sideways smile. “We shooould be able ta make somethin’!”

"Hopefullyyy!" She giggled, and stood up (still petting the hyenas, of course).

"And you think I do?" She teased with a chuckle. "I don't think I saw many stores, we'd probably have to drive..."

“Eh, thought you mighta seen one,” she giggled. “... Buuut, since we gotta drive... How about we use my bike? Closer, and Bud an’ Lou’s lil car could fit the groceries,” Harley suggested, nonchalantly moving to somewhat lean on the clearly-modded motorcycle.

She visibly gulped. "...Is there- Room for two? On there?" Gay. Fucking. Mess.

“There is~” Harley giggled, grinning. “Y’gotta hold onta me, buuut there’s room.”

"Oh- Alright!" She gave Harley a smile. "Let's go then!"

The clown got on the bike, patting the spot behind her for Barb. “‘Kay, sounds good!”

Barb hesitantly got on the bike, and wrapped her arms around Harley's waist.

"Yeah!" She squeaked, still a pan mess. "Kinda fun actually!" She smiled, and hopped off the bike.

“It iiiis~!” She giggled, climbing off the bike, too. It was a simple Target they were at, and so the hyenas popped out of their sidecar, little helmets and goggles on. They walked off-leash, but stayed close to the girls. “So! What’re gonna get?”

"I was hoping you would have an idea." She said with a laugh. "We could make pasta or something... And that's about the limit on what I can successfully cook."

“Saaaame, honest,” Harley giggled. “How ‘bout we grab a movie an’ snacks while we’re here, too, then? Maybe jus’ stuff we can hang out with for a bit? I’m not ‘xactly in a rush to get places, but... I dunno when you’re gonna hafta leave.”

"Well... I could probably leave tomorrow morning and be fine. So heck yeah!"

OhgodohfuckbsbhsjajsjjsjsjakajkzkKxkkskaksksks Barb followed Harley through the store, hardly containing her gay panic. "What movie do you think?" She managed to squeak.

“Uuuuhm... Good question,” she tilted her head to the side in thought, but... She still hadn’t noticed the gay panic. The damn psychologist that read every other cue wasn’t picking it up. Yeesh. “What genres do you like? I still really like Disney, honest, and the crappy rom-coms can be niiiiiice... But also action.”

"Ooh, action's funnn..." She was trying to pretend Harley wasn't still holding her hand. It wasn't really working. "And cheesy rom-coms. Or both."

“How ‘bout both?” She asked... And then she registered what she was doing. And Barb’s reaction. And her only response was “Oh— Sorry! Didn’ realize I was...” She dropped Barb’s hand, trailing off. “Sorry—“

She giggled nervously. "Oh, it's fine-!" Asjhshdhsjjakaka "And both works!"

“... ‘Kaaaaaay,” Harley giggled nervously, rubbing at her wrist. Harleen mode appearing. “I’m kinda... Touchy, sorryyyy— B-but yeah, both!” She turned away, heading for the movie aisles. “Leeeeet’s find... Movies—“

"Yeah!" She smiled, following her.

After a few seconds of looking, she just paused. “... Uuuuuuuuuuhm... Huh. All a’ These’re spy movies,” Harley blinked slowly. “Why’re there only spy movies??? But I guess those’re technically rom-com AN’ action...”

"Technicallyyyy...." She chuckled a little. "But I like those!"

“Really? Even though y’work with ‘em?” She cocked her head to the side, before kinda just shrugging. “Welllll, ‘kay— Thaaaat works,” Harley shrugged, kinda just grabbing a random one... And then she started walking back towards the clothes.

“Huuuuh?” She turned to Barb, before noticing where she was pointing to. She tilted her head further. “... What ‘bout the clothes? Izzat where you’re pointing?”

Barb seemed a little confused by the "since I was Harleen," but decided not to question it. Anyways, she decided that size of sweater didn't matter, and shoved a medium into Harley's arms.

"Awwwww!" She hopped on the balls of her feet, clasping her hands together. "Oh, can I do somethings with your hair?" She asked, just dying to see what this outfit would look like if those pigtails were made into buns.

“Uuuuhm... Sure?” Harley tried to rub the back of her neck, but... Long sleeves. At least Barb seemed to be enjoying seeing her in it. She’d rather be in a bra top and pants or even short-shorts, but... She accepted her fate at this point.

She smiled, rushing over to Harley's side. She undid the pigtails, and quickly but then back up into two messy buns on either side of her head. "That's adorable!!!" She squeaked, clapping a little as she bounced in place.

"Maybe by the fitting rooms..." She said, and began to drag Harley towards them.

“... Yeaaahhhhh, probably,” Harley trailed behind her, and, lo & behold... MIRROR! She looked at herself in it with a little grin, since... Barb seemed to like it. “Aww~ Cuuuuute. Y’like it?”

"I do!" She said with a smile. "It's adorableee."

“Nice~! Now lemme...” She started turning to go back into the dressing room, before pausing. Outfit spotted. Crop-tops and pleather jackets. “... Baaaaarb— Can I returned the favor~?”

"...Huh?" She asked with a bit of a squeak, tilting her head.

She blushed a little. "Oh, umm..." She reluctantly took the clothes. "Okay!" Again, she squeaked.

Harley grinned. “Thaaaank you~”

And with that, she walked into the dressing room. When she came out, she looked a bitttt awkward. Clearly she was just as uncomfortable wearing that as Harley was wearing what Barb had given her.

Barb immediately stopped caring about her outfit. "Awww!" She smiled wide, dashing towards the two to give them pets. "Good job~!"

“... Sooooo we don’ gotta shop ourselves?” Harley asked, giggling as she walked up and patted the hyenas’ heads. “Nice~! Sooo we can get to tryinna cook!”

"We can tryyy..." She chuckled. "I guess we should get going then, huh?"

"Sure!" She smiled. She had begun to fidget with the hem of her crop top, until she froze. "...We didn't pay for these did we."

“Hu... Oh. Yeahhhhhh, don’ think we did,” she giggled, suddenly noticing her own sweater. She pulled slightly at the neck of it. “... Huh. Oops~”

"....Eh, it doesn't count. Unintentional!" Huh. Seems she had been forgetful like this before. To be honest, not much of a surprise.

She chuckled. "Looks like it... That first, then."

She laughed, petting the Hyenas as she began to gather the dishes she needed, that were conviniently there in the cabinets.

"Alright!" She smiled, and turned the oven on to cook the garlic bread she had bought.

"Ooh, who's that?" Barb asked, spinning towards Harley.

"Nice to meet you too!" She gave a bright smile and a wave.