theatrical_muse 262: Lines
Jan. 8th, 2009 01:58 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
There were lines you didn’t cross, Harley knew. She had learned to read him like a book over the years. She generally knew pretty well when she was crossing one of those lines. But sometimes, without warning, her Puddin’, her honey pie, would just snap. And she didn’t even see it coming.
This was one of those times, and Harley was shaking it off at Pammy’s. She played with a bright plastic cup with a whimsical design on it. Bright colors made brightly colored mice that danced around the edges bottom of the glass. It was hers for whenever she was here.
And she was here a lot.
She tried to think of what she had done this time.
If something in the hideout had been wrong. If she had brought back the wrong type of gun. If she had circled when she should’ve zig zagged.
Harley sighed.
It was hard, trying to figure out what lines you crossed with the Joker. And which would account for a broken arm and a black eye.
She had crossed a Line. She just didn’t know what line that was.
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Muse: Harley Quinn
Fandom: DC Comics
Word Count: 187
This was one of those times, and Harley was shaking it off at Pammy’s. She played with a bright plastic cup with a whimsical design on it. Bright colors made brightly colored mice that danced around the edges bottom of the glass. It was hers for whenever she was here.
And she was here a lot.
She tried to think of what she had done this time.
If something in the hideout had been wrong. If she had brought back the wrong type of gun. If she had circled when she should’ve zig zagged.
Harley sighed.
It was hard, trying to figure out what lines you crossed with the Joker. And which would account for a broken arm and a black eye.
She had crossed a Line. She just didn’t know what line that was.
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Muse: Harley Quinn
Fandom: DC Comics
Word Count: 187