#beenclowned

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Harley had a pretty unmistakable look—the hair, the color of her skin—her tattoos. But there was one thing that didn’t follow her around anymore. At least… not as a partner. Jessica didn’t want to say his name (didn’t want to accidentally summon him to their location by giving him more than a passing thought). Jessica wondered if Harley recognized her or if she had spent so much time glowing green that no one knew it was her underneath it all without a direct confession.

“I, uh,” Jessica fumbled, looking at the box that had been left from the previous shift. A bunch of products that needed to be lined on the walls or put in the back as overstock. “You know what?” Jessica offered her a smile, nodding her head. “Sure. I can pay you back with a drink?”

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Sharon was just a girl in the bar tonight. Sitting wrong in a booth, her leg on the side of the table and her foot hanging off the side as she looked at the woman across from her. It was crowed and full of life, and Sharon had come here for the company — but she didn't come here to be known. So, she had introduced herself as Annie. Former White House Aide which — that had been one of her covers years ago. So, if she was ever checked out by this woman, it would add up.

"You know," 'Annie' said, raising her beer bottle and pointing at the other woman with it. "That can't be the wildest story from Gotham. I used to hang around there a few years back, that place was always just..." She waved her hands to symbol something blowing up. "You know? That place is kinda fucked up considering how many vigilantes run around over there."

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Tabitha paused a moment. She had tried to keep shoving past when the woman bumped into her, but the other — well — she had a plan to talk. Working her jaw, she finally looked at the woman who had bumped into and waited for a moment, expecting something more to follow. "Go on then," Tabitha encouraged, waving her hand slightly. "What's the punchline to this? There's gotta be one, right?" The cotton candy hair was more than a hint that this had to be some sort of prank. "Is it my height? Couldn't see me all the way down here? Because if Rictor — tell that son of a bitch I'm gonna blow up his fucking plants when I get home."