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Glad ta' see you haven't forgotten me entirely under that pile of boys you have huddlin' around up there. It's been a while for old Harl', but you bet your boots I'm ready to rev up and see just what these places have to offer!

Whaddya mean you're not sure where to stick me? A little bit of Harley goes with anything!

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Jackie. [ She hums softly, it's a fitting name, she supposes. Makes it a little less strange to adjust to this whole thing, calling him the Joker in her head just didn't settle right. ] Gotta say it suits you!

I think it's the best thing I ever got outta my parents. Except maybe these dashingly good looks.

[Jokester had no such luxury. He knew Harleen as both her name and Harley so even when he added to Quinn part in his head it still sounded the same.]

Thanks to TwoFace down there my mun's thinking of sending me to that Barge place.

I guess it's the better of the options right now, huh? [ Some floating space-Arkham or a city that revolved around naughty-ness but had no familiar faces. She huffed a breath. Not like it was her choice anyway. ]

Mine's had some similar thoughts, thanks to Red and Harv; been a while since we've seen either, though the place itself... [ She wasn't sure what to make of it. ]

Well even though it's a prison it does have its freedoms. I mean it looks like you've got free-reign of the ship if you keep yourself from doing harm. I'm sure the Asylum doesn't have pancakes and waffles for breakfast.

And while I wouldn't be your Warden I'll be around. Seems my whole deal is I'll be able to bring the people I care about; Harley, Eddie and Duela, back to life but not myself. So the only way I'll be kicking around with the living is if I stick to being a Warden.

Pancakes. [ She hasn't had those since... since that one time on another thing like this she crossed paths with Deadpool. It had been short, but she clearly remembers pancakes. ]

Everyone's gotta make sacrifices, [ She knows this, too, all too well. ]

Yeah I guess you've got a point. I mean I would of never thought I would have the chance to bring any of them back. Heck I died before I can even hit Duela's killer with a hammer or my titanium belt buckle.

[Since he didn't see Joker with one he decided to show off the device at his belt. When pressed the belt shoots out just at the right height to where it could hit a man in front of him in the crotch.]

[ Definitely different do-dads, usually Harley was the one with the hammer and Joker his flower and buzzer. Though he had a much larger assortment of other things; shoe knives, gas, teeth, and so on. ]

Bet that's a bucket of laughs!

Sure though it only really helps me with Owlsie. Everyone else are either too strong or too quick.

I'd love to see the B-Man take a pop right in the batooski! [ And she gives a quick fist-jab for emphasis. She was supposed to be good, right now, but that didn't mean the appeal was lost. ]

[He laughs a little.]

I could just imagine that. The guy seems nice, but way too serious.

[Jokester might of been a good guy, but even the good guys could enjoy a little Schadenfreude.]

The B-Man is alright, [ She can't hate on him entirely, ] He just gives my Puddin' too much hassle. Needs to learn ta' laugh a little.

I'll admit he needs to laugh more.

[After a pause he adds,]

Though I imagine that Batman is as obsessed with the Joker as I am with Owlman. His brain just broke in the opposite direction of mine.

[ She waves a dismissive sort of hand, not that she doesn't think about their relationship and the intricacies of it all; but at the same time it's very strange for her to think of the Joker being the B-Man. ]

Somethin' like that.

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