“Hey, ya the one approachin’ me! I ain’t do nothin’ to deserve pushin’.”

“Unfortunately people are too dang cruel sometimes…

Buuut! I do say, that’s a pretty name! Rolls off the tongue just right. I’m Harley.”

“Oh ya know…

How to suppress emotions, are they crazy, are they always gonna feel this way…

It’s neva as easy as most people would want.”

She pulled a seat up in front of him, now even having a clipboard in hand.

“Annoying is always manageable… But when people hate something or someone so much, THAT’S not any fun.

But that’s their loss. I think ya are pretty fantastic… Uh… What was ya name again?”

She sheepishly smiled as she rubbed the back of her back.

“Definitely don’t want to land on his bad side…

Does it feel home-y havin’ all those powered people?”

“Psh, ya can keep the cash. Kinda like a free consultation? Yeah. Been a while since anyone willingly asked for a professional ear.”

Harley’s grip was firm yet short lived. With her hand back by her side she tapped onto a cushioned seat.

“Get comfy!”

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“Well, ya came to the right gal!“

Harley stood up and held her hand out, awaiting a handshake.

“Dr. Harleen Quinnzel, nice to meet ya.”

“So what brings someone like ya to a sociopathic clown?

Especially one so on the fence of good and bad?”

Harley looked at [Reader] with a curious expression.

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“Wouldn’t wanna get on Scott’s bad side if he can just blow my top off with just a glance.

Pretty gnarly powers ya crew has.”

“I’ll make sure to bring ya some flowers for when we do. Call it a gift for helpin’ me to the top.”

“Huh… That’s one way to immortalize yaself. Sounds like a pretty neat group.

Whatcha guys got? So far ya are a sorcerer and the other two fellas ya named… Beast and Scott?”

“Huh… Ya finally got him back, huh?

Ya tryna make my takeover that much easier?”

She chuckled while pocketing the coin. Perhaps she’ll use the coin for decision making when in a bind of two options.

“I’m startin’ to get the feeling it’s x like the letter and not ex like a former partner…”

She tapped at her cheek as she replaced the former thinking with the new found knowledge.

“What’s so fancy ‘bout the letter x?”

“Ex men… Factory…

Sounds kinda fishy of a title. Maybe that squads gotta workshop it.”

She received the coin, her expression taking on a puzzled one.

“Gee, bird brain. When I was talkin’ gifts I wasn’t askin’ for money handouts…”

Her speech trailed off as she flipped the coin over to see the burns. This confused her even deeper.

“Where’d ya get these snacks from? They were pretty good!

Definitely seein’ myself wantin’ to snag a few.”

“Don’t ya know!

Still, a lil’ sad you don’t got nothin’ to welcome me back.”

With her arms crossed over her chest she pouted.

“Somethin’ is tellin’ me we can be pretty good friends.”

Harley stuffed the trash into a pocket located on her shorts as she returned the smile.

“Oh, ya know…

Everyone misses havin’ good ol’ Harley around. Gotta give the fans what they want.”

“Sounds like ya like gettin’ ya hands dirty.

I can get behind a woman who isn’t afraid of a lil’ roughness. Especially if she the type to give me some yummy treats.”

She continued on enjoying the treats. A gleeful hum after she had finished a few.

“Good! I’d have to pull some crazy stunts to get back my unpredictability.

I’m sure ya wouldn’t want to see what I cook up.”

She playfully taunted the masked hero, even going as far as lightly pinching at his side.