Harley frowned slightly as Karen turned to look at her. That was not the way to learn how to shoot, though maybe she wanted another kiss. Harley could do that, though it didn’t seem quite as appealing as it had before. But she brushed that off as being too interested in teaching the other woman how to shoot. They could do the kissing thing more, later, after they shot up a bunch of stuff. Shooting up a bunch of stuff always got Harley in the mood. She’d probably want to kiss her then.
But then Karen… she was blowing her off. And not in the fun sort of way. Harley’s brows drew together in a frown. The woman was standing there, holding her gun, telling her that she wasn’t that into her? While holding her gun? Who toyed with somebody’s affections like that, leading them on enough to get to hold their gun, only to turn around and say something like that?
That was beyond rude.
First and foremost, she wanted her gun back. Snatching it away from the other woman, Harley almost cradled it, holding it protectively away from Karen’s grasp. Just who did this bimbo think she was? Harley Quinn did not like being played. She was the player, not the playee! More than just hurt, Harley was starting to get angry. Very angry.
“You… you… you…” she sputtered, trying to find the right word. “You tease!”