Re: Log, Gotham: Eddie N/Harley Q
Harl was giggling when she passed through the grate, thinkin about what it would mean for some girly to hear Mr. J's voice just cause she had his face on. It was interestin, but mostly she thought it was funny.—That is til she grimaced, scrunched up pixie nose under white at the idea of her puddin's face bein cut off, and the question as to whether she'd kiss him still, ya know, without a face.
She trailed Eddie and smacked his butt with a swat of her palm.
"Don't ask me stuff like that! Yuck!" She shook her head, the two pig-tailed sections of her jester hat circling wild. But, her curiosity got the better of her. Her loud voice rung amplified in the narrow sewer. She didn't seem to mind the smell. She was just two eager blue lil eyeballs. "Who cut his face off anyway?"