Harley wasn’t going to miss out on the chance to go present shopping-- especially when the present was for a certain green haired lover. And, well, especially not when her sisters life may of may not depend on how great the gift was. Harley wanted Joker, wanted this baby, she was sure all of this was a good idea. The only problem? Convincing Evie just how good of an idea it was. A manicured hand reached up to knock twice. Though she wasn’t sure how much good it’d do Harley had gone back into costume, back into Harleen-- just for the shopping, and in hopes that it would soften Evie, even if just a bit. “I’m heeeere!”