"Oh yeah?? I've been there. Sunny. I hate it. You got the Superman, right? Flies around and you can't even shoot him." Harley laughed at the notion. Last she remembered, though, Superman had died.
"Well, you did. Sorry about your loss?" She didn't look sorry, of course. In fact, she raised the bottle before taking a bit drink with a grin on her face.
Barbara was probably a few years younger than Harley, but she remembered those days. She laughed at the thought. She'd been so worried about such little things back then- grades, classes, other bullshit that didn't matter. Back before she was free.
"Me? Oh, ya know. Same ol' story. Straight-laced girl from a straight-laced family- well,sorta. Top a my class, became a mind doctor, ya know? Then I met the love of my life and he opened up the world to me." She smiled widely and stared at Barbara. IT was clear she really did believe it all. She was very much in love. "I realized none of this bullshit matters. Life's not about being good. It's about having fun. And watching things burn." Harley was smiling. "C'mon, Babsy! Ya can't take things so seriously!