Being Harley Quinn: Part 1

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Veronica's POV:

Because King Shark is considered a pet, Sy's evicting us from the apartment. So, after looking at six lairs, the realtor brings us back to the apartment to ask Harley some questions.

Realtor: "A supervillain's lair is a reflection of who they are. So, who is Harley Quinn?"

Harley: "That's a hard question to-"

King Shark opens a box of T-shirts with the name 'Suicide Squad' written on them.

King Shark: "Harls, you got us uniforms?! Ooh, Suicide Squad! Is that our name?"

Harley: "Ugh, it's a group that keeps trying to get Ronnie & I to join."

Clayface walks behind Psycho as they both enter the room.

Psycho: "I don't wanna run lines with you."

Clayface: "Good! Because I despise that phrase. People run marathons, not lines. Actors exchange true-"

King Shark: "Look what the girls got us!"

King Shark places the shirts onto everyone when Sy rolls in.

Sy: "Ivy, Veronica, you're evicted. You and the circus act here need to move out faster than sauerkraut through my lower intestines."

Me: "Working on it, Sy. Appreciate your patience."

I close the door on him when the realtor rises to stand.

Realtor: "You know what, why don't I come back another time?"

Harley: "No, sorry, sorry, don't go. Don't go. Look, it's just Joker made the big decisions."

Ivy: "Ok. How about we ask you some questions, and maybe that'll help?"

Realtor: "Worth a shot. Why did you first become a villain?"

Harley: "Well, you know, it's because-"

Ivy: "There you go. You know this answer."

Harley: "I guess, I don't know."

Realtor: "What villain do you most admire?"

Harley: "I don't know!"

Me: "Harley, take it easy."

Realtor: "Chocolate or vanilla?"

Harley: "I don't know!"

Realtor: "Harley, I can't help you until you tell me who you are!"

Harley: "I don't know! I don't know! I don't know!"

Right then, she freezes in place with a look of extreme anger.

Me: "Oh, shit."

Ivy: "Harley? Honey, can you hear me?"

Psycho: "Dry clean only? Fuck this. *looks to Harley* Ok, who broke Harley?"

I quickly escort the realtor out and hurry back upstairs to help fix this.

Me: "Any response to physical stimuli?"

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