Harley opened her mouth to tell the fat one just what he could do with his assumptions and comments. It involved an orifice that would likely not like having things shoved up it. Just who did he think he was calling her “toots?” Her finger tightened slightly on the trigger of her pop gun. But then the tall one said the J word, and everything came to a crashing halt as she process that.
He was here.
He was here
He was here and these morons knew where to find him!
Without even realizing she was moving, she was suddenly in front of the lanky one, grabbing the front of his costume with both hands. Or as much as she was able to without letting go of her gun. Her grip was so intense that had he been of a studier physique, like the Dork Knight, she would have climbed him as well. As it was, she was doing her best to pull him down to her level as she demanded in a near shriek, “You know where Mr. J is? You’ve seen him? Where’s my Puddin’?!”
So intent on getting the information out of the guy, Harley forgot about her favorite accessory. At least, she forgot about it until it fired, the explosive canister bouncing off the nearby alley wall with a metallic clank as the contents did exactly what they were designed to do. “Oopsie.”