“Oh they were good for a laugh now and then. Why when I was hangin’ off the Bat, they…” Harley trailed off as she realized what he’d just done. The switch he’d just pulled. Oooooh, he was a sneaky man. Which was just one of the many, many reasons she loved him. But he was her sneaky man, and that’s the way it was gonna stay! She’d just take care of this right now.
Her finger twitched back and forth in a no-no motion under his nose as she leaned close, her eyes narrowing. “Oh no. Don’t you try that with me. Don’t go changin’ the subject. Who is this fairy? Whatsername? Where does she live?”
It wasn’t the same thing at all. Her and Karen and him and the fairy. For one thing, she was pretty sure Karen wasn’t a stripper. But that fairy probably was. She wore a costume and she was covered in glitter, that said stripper. And if she thought she was gettin’ a chance to dance on her Puddin’s pole, the tart had another thing comin’. For another thing… well… there was…
It just wasn’t the same!
“Tell ya what, I’ll get one of those little bobcats, y’know, with the little bucket on the front. That’ll work better than a bulldozer right?” she asked in conversational tones. “Then you can tell me just where to find this little pixie of yours.”
Her voice turned hard and sharp as her volume rose. “And I’ll run her over with the bobcat! Then I’ll take that bucket and smash!” Her fist smacked against the palm of her other hand each time she said it, demonstrating just how she’d get the job done. “And smash! And smash! Until she’s just little sparkly, pulpy BITS!”
Harley took a deep breath, gave him a sweet smile, and finished in dulcet tones. “Then I’ll just clean up the court yard and we can have a nice happy home. Just you and me and the babies. Okay?”