Squishy-squishy-squishy (tag: Ace/open to anybody feeling violent)
Coming back to the warehouse after blowing up her castle wasn’t as upsetting as some might think. Yeah, Harl had liked having all the fancy things and people to order around, but it got a little boring after a while. They expected a queen to do things, and she really preferred to do her own thing her own way. Freedom was more priceless than any gem.
Of course, that didn’t mean she hadn’t swiped some crown jewels as she went.
Soon, she’d go boost a car and make her way back to Arkham and find her Puddin’. But right after blowing up the castle, she’d needed a place to crash to recover. The warehouse had shown up, not where she left it, but close enough that it was there where she needed it. So she took it. And found everything inside still intact and as she’d left it. Harley had collapsed on her frilly pillows, barely feeling the hyenas as they crawled onto the bed with her, dead to the world within moments.
But this morning… this morning was a different story. For starters, nothing looked right this morning. Everything, from her pillows to the bedding, to her outfit, to the collars on the babies, everything was green. Not that she minded that color. It reminded her of Mr. J. But it was his color, not hers.
For a short time, she’d thought that perhaps her Puddin’ had found her hideout and was having some fun with her. His sense of humor was one of the things she loved most about him. But he wasn’t shy about taking credit, and he didn’t respond when she called for him. Nor were the hyenas acting like he was around.
The response she did get was a small giggle and a scuffling noise. That got the hyenas’ attention, and they started hunting. Which was not a quiet or clean process in an urban setting. Bud and Lou tended to root through things rather than go around them to reach their target. Harley spent as much time yelling at them to knock it off as she did trying to figure out what was hiding in her warehouse.
Then she saw one. Little. Green. Fast. And running off with one of her ruffled pillows. It didn’t matter that it was no longer the pink that she’d originally picked, it was still her pillow. With a low growl, Harley took off after it, grabbing her giant mallet as she passed by the weapon. It was going to come in very handy, because…
“I’m going to squish you if you don’t drop that pillow right this second!” she yelled at the creature as she gave chase. Right out the front door of the warehouse and into the street. “I said DROP IT!”