"Fine," Punchline muttered, reaching for a can. "But if I start seeing giant plushies, I’m throwing you off the roof."
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. purple_bitch_-_Harley_Quinn_and_Punchline_chill...
Punchline didn't look up. "Chaos requires focus, Harley. You just happen to be the loudest version of it." "Fine," Punchline muttered, reaching for a can
"Fine," Punchline muttered, reaching for a can. "But if I start seeing giant plushies, I’m throwing you off the roof."
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.
Punchline didn't look up. "Chaos requires focus, Harley. You just happen to be the loudest version of it."