in the gotham night's relentless downpour, a clandestine struggle unfolded, shrouded by the rhythmic symphony of raindrops that did little to mask her anguished undertones. from the bowels of a disregarded dumpster echoed a series of thumps—a desperate choreography born of someone entwined amidst discarded refuse, grappling for a semblance of freedom. the captor, indifferent to theatrics, left the dumpster lid ajar as a bonus for the cruel punishment.
emerging from the waste bags, her figure rested, ensnared by sinuous vines of verdant hue that wound their way from her toes to the neck. a malevolent tendril ( a sinister accomplice of mother earth ), clamped over her mouth, stifling her troubled utterances. a bold scarlet ribbon adorned her cowl, an embellishment alike to a final flourish on a perverse gift laid for his kin.
no other than the infamous harley quinn staged her own defiance against the entrapping greenery. as his imposing silhouette loomed over the can's contents, harley's eyes widened in an agitated blend of relief & panic, intensifying the futile vigor of her rebellion.
❛ hhmp ? hhmmmp ! hmprr ! ❜ that being code for get me outta here, now !
@nightcrobat.
