#oceanusregem

oceanusregem

This, Harley Quinn supposed, was one of the many reasons she should really try harder at the whole ‘keeping out of trouble’ thing.

But hey, it wasn’t like she’d done anything too bad this time--not by her standards, anyway. She’d just wanted to make a few extra bucks, that was all! Granted, she’d done it by selling some of Madame Macabre’s more...unusual collection pieces to a...less-than-reputable fellow, but hey, beggars can’t be choosers, and kitty litter is expensive. What else is a landlord supposed to do when one of her tenants needs to move some shady goods?

Unfortunately, Harley found out a little too late that dealing with less-than-reputable black market buyers could leave her high and dry, with less than half the money she’d agreed to on the price.

So, in typical Harley fashion, she’d decided to take matters into her own hands--which is how she came to the docks down by the river, storming confidently and openly toward the dealer’s home base warehouse, her oversized hammer slung over her shoulder. Even the way she walked advertised that Harley was a woman on a mission--though perhaps it would have done her better to be subtler about her intentions, especially in this neighborhood.