A Meeting of Villains || Harley Quinn & Edward Nigma
The clock had just ticked over to midnight and, as Harley Quinn danced with one of the many nameless men in her favourite club, she realized she no longer wanted to be there. As soon as the thought made itself know, she stopped dancing, placing a hand on the man's chest and pushing him away as she made her way off the floor. She ignored his protests, choosing instead to continue staggering towards the exit. It had been a particularly hard night and she'd drunk a lot more than she usually did; hence the fact that walking seemed like a much more difficult task than she was used to. Flashing a grin at the bouncers as she left, Harley began making the trip back to her apartment.
Once upon a time, Harley had been a lot more nervous to walk through the streets of Gotham - The Narrows, more so - alone, especially in a state of intoxication such as the one she was currently in, but she'd long since realized that she could handle most of the people who held grudges against her. Pausing as she head began to swim, Harley leaned on the wall of the building beside her, taking deep breaths of fresh air in an attempt to clear her mind. Well, maybe she wasn't as safe as she believed herself to be if she couldn't manage to walk down the street without nearly falling to the ground.
Shaking her head, Harley pushed herself off the wall, quickly taking her knife from it's holster under her shorts and holding it in front of her with a determined glint in her eye. She continued walking forward, regretting her choice in heels with every step she took. With a confident, yet slightly slurred voice, Harley began speaking to no one in particular. "Ain't no one gonna hurt me! Harley Quinn gonna kick your butts, ya creeps!" Her proclamations were cut off by a peel of giggles and she dropped her hand to her side, blade still clutched in her palm, yet forgotten as she enjoyed her moment of mirth.
Her laughter slowly died down as she continued walking, - or staggering, if you will - her attention now solely on returning home to her bed, for it seemed tiredness had begun to kick in. Letting out a yawn, Harley nodded to herself, spotting her apartment building up ahead. The fresh air seemed to be doing a good job of clearing her head, but Harley knew she'd have a killer hangover in the morning if she didn't manage to get home soon and take her painkillers. Her house was stocked with more painkillers than most chemists would have due to her nightly activities. Almost every night for the past 4 months, Harley had gone to the very same club and drowned every sorrow she possessed in glass after glass of alcohol. Being left by the Joker once and for all had certainly hit her hard and she'd sunk into a depression of which she'd not known how to get out of, using the alcohol and nightclubs as a distraction from all of the feelings that plagued her whenever she attempted to go to bed sober, or without the help of sleeping pills.
At the moment, she'd been awake for the past 52 hours, and the last time she'd managed to sleep, she'd only gotten around 4 hours sleep before she'd woken up. Harley knew she was going to end up dead from alcohol abuse and lack of sleep someday, yet she could no longer bring herself to care. It was that or some thug coming for her to get revenge for something her beloved Mistah J had done to them, and in all honesty, she'd much prefer to die by her own doing than by some creep's hand, since she no longer had to privilege of having the man she loved do it. Letting out a sigh, her previous joy was entirely forgotten and she had retreated entirely into her thoughts, not paying much attention to her surrounding as she lost herself to everything she worked so hard to forget.
