"Fine," Punchline muttered, reaching for a can. "But if I start seeing giant plushies, I’m throwing you off the roof."
"You know, for someone so 'ideological,' you're really good at sitting still," Harley remarked, popping a bubble with her gum. purple_bitch_-_Harley_Quinn_and_Punchline_chill...
The safehouse rooftop was surprisingly quiet, overlooking the flickering neon of Gotham’s Diamond District. Harley leaned back in a lawn chair that had seen better days, sipping a lukewarm soda. Punchline sat a few feet away, her legs dangling over the edge of the building, sharpening a blade with methodical precision. "Fine," Punchline muttered, reaching for a can