Harley keeps an observant eye on her surroundings, as she journeys past the overgrown football pitch and up the rocky bluff to the cottage.
The way the door opens reminds her a little of those creepy abandoned places, that are popular spots for murderers. Or spooks.
Harley finds herself staring at a sight that is familiar to her -- from long ago -- of the many times she found Joker watching the news, but not really watching the news. Of how distant Joker seemed to be. But how dangerous he was... all the same time.
Carefully, Harley moves forward and removes the half-empty bottle from those metal fingers. "You hungry?" She is more than prepared for him to react in anger, based off past experience. She is already moving, to avoid any sudden lashing out at her. "I make a mean omelette."
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The way the door opens reminds her a little of those creepy abandoned places, that are popular spots for murderers. Or spooks.
Harley finds herself staring at a sight that is familiar to her -- from long ago -- of the many times she found Joker watching the news, but not really watching the news. Of how distant Joker seemed to be. But how dangerous he was... all the same time.
Carefully, Harley moves forward and removes the half-empty bottle from those metal fingers. "You hungry?" She is more than prepared for him to react in anger, based off past experience. She is already moving, to avoid any sudden lashing out at her. "I make a mean omelette."