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âSome kinda professional? I got a PhD, mother fucker. Iâve worked with the greatest minds, treated the most lost, and blown up more hospitals than any professional in the feild.â
Harley reached under the box and ripped off the small piece of hot pink duct tape that held the small key in place.
âFor example,â she smiled, âIâve got this metal box right? And you, you have no idea whatâs inside. Now youâve read Wallerâs file on me, sure, so you could make a few decent guesses.â
Her voice didnât carry as thick of an accent as she spoke now. She slowly peeled the tape off the key and then suck the end of it on the table before looking up at Yelena with serious eyes.
âWhat do you think I have in here?â She asked rhetorically, âGun? Bomb? Cash? Maybe Waller was really thorough and youâd even guess some of the fun toys Joker and I have when unexpected guests show up.â
This was the side if Harley she didnât often show. It was cold, calculating, and serious in a way that didnât align with her normal personality at all. Just as quickly as that side of her appeared, it was gone again beneath a wide grin and rolling eyes.
âPoint is, Toots, despite what the Ice Queen may have told ya, you donât know jack shit about me or what sheâs gonna make us do for that matter. And yes, I mean us.â
She put the key in the box and unlocked it, revealing a large stash of candyâŚand drugs.
âOh, and if ya had killed me like ya said ya could have,â Harley paused as she brought out a packet of Reeses and tossed them across the table, âThis entire base wouldâve exploded. Just as a heads up for future girls nights.â
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As the clown seemed to lose patience, Yelena groaned under her breath. âI thought you would of been a lot more fun than this.â She leaned back in her seat, almost like a petulant child who was becoming bored from visiting a relative of some sort. âWhat is in the box?â The way she asked however showed she didnât particularly care. Just going along with whatever this was. As she continued to talk, Yelena nodded slowly before smirking. âThat would not be a cool way to die but, you are wrong about one thing.â Yelena sat back up and leaned on the table, grabbing the Reeses candy. âI know a lot about you, Harleen Quinzel.â She stated. âAlcoholic father. Tried to abandon you a lot. Abandoned to an orphanage ran by nuns and was poorly behaved including hitting a nun with an oar. You got a scholarship to Gotham University using gymnastics and was a model student with a lot of boyfriends, one called Guy Kopski who is now deceased. You worked at Arkham Asylum and that is where you met the pale man and the rest is history.â She listed off her life like a dossier. âI can keep going if you like?â She suggested as she opened the Reeses.














