Harley Quinn's Head Quarters!

i dnt think ive ever had a girls nights out!!!! i mean i hang out w/ janey a lot but it seems stupid 2 call that a girls night out when johns glued 2 us all the time lmfao 

Yeah trust me It’ll be an absolute BLAST!

it doesnt look like a pajamas tho!!! it looks like a little hero outfit and its super cute and where did i even put it??????? smh is it even in my closet anymore. did dave steal it. i bet dave stole it 

Doesn’t matter I’m sure Mista’ J and me have something in your size were used to workin’ up new outfits for various things!

couldnt i just have brought my god tier pajamas??? i mean im not complaining but if ud told me i wouldve come in costume!!!! it even has a mask and everything

why not??? i do, 

Yeesh come on kid does this look like a pajama party to you?

oh shit hi!!!!! omg 

w9 a makeover???

Well yeah we’ve kinda got a theme goin’ on here and Mista’ J likes his new friends to fit that theme! 

He catches the megaphone, giving Harley a trademark devlish smile before turning to the goons. “You heard all that? Let the show begin!” And he tosses it over his shoulder, holding his now empty hand out for her like a proper gentleman. “Shall we go?” As if he cares about her, but the charade must continue for her to stay a loyal ally, and so he waits for her hand before he leads them both off (probably skipping) to the truck.

“You made sure the tank is full, right, Harley?”

The Joker is five seconds from yelling at her for interrupting, but she says something slightly useful. “The goons are waiting? To hell with the goons! Tell them to unpack and redo the whole thing just for that!” The anger that’s always just below the surface lashes out at her, but he remembers his earlier thought.

“No, wait. Don’t do that, darling, Let’s go rob a supermarket for all their pudding. We have quite the pie to cook.”

“Perhaps we should..” The plan is coming together as he talks, forming in his head while he makes slow movements with his hands. “No, no. What we should do is….” A deliberate pause as more thought catches up to him. “Find one of his little underlings. Rough ‘em up a bit, you know the works, an’ stuff’em in a giant pie!” He lifts his hands above his head now, arcing his back in a gesture of just how big he’s meaning.

“Then Batsy will have to enjoy a little of our baking!”

She catches up before he even notices she fell behind, and he puts one hand to his chin as he thinks over ploys and plots to catch the Bat’s attention. “Hmm.” It’s him muttering to himself out loud, but he doesn’t look up from the ground as he walks toward a desk in another part of their current hideout. “What if we make a bigger contraption- no, a better one- to catch his attention? Make him think that’s the big hullabaloo, then WHAM! Get him with a pie!”

He’s not talking to Harley, but more so at her. He frowns, not waiting for a response or even looking to see what it was. “… You’re right, that’s not flashy enough.”

Slipping off his oven mitts, he tosses them casually over his shoulder as he picks up one of the cooled down pies. “Maybe he’d like to give them a taste, then!” And he tosses the pie towards the obvious target, a loud laugh erupting from his lips as he hits the faace spot on and the whole wall nearby explodes, nearly hitting both him and Harley with debris and outright damage.

Clearly it was exactly what he wanted, though, and he twirls around in a spot before moving to wrap a hand around Harley’s waist. “Oh, darling, what a splendid idea. I’m sure he’d love some dessert after a long night.” But the moment doesn’t last, as superficial as it was, and the Joker walks away to vaguely wave at her. “Get the henchmen to pick up all the pies. We need to figure out how to make a proper entrance!”