As Harley skipped her way through the empty halls, she reflected that this would be much faster if she had roller skates. She was very fond of roller skates. They could be chaos in motion, and she was all for that. Maybe she should start carrying a pair with her at all times.
Of course, there was the problem of mobility once she didn’t want to be on wheels any longer. Like if she had to scramble up a fire escape. Or if she wanted to do a flip.
Harley executed a flyspring into a front flip with a half twist finishing with a back flip layout, sticking the landing with a bit of flourish. Yeah, that wouldn’t work so well with skates. Maybe she needed something where the wheels could be retracted or something. With rockets on the back for speed. Yeah! That’d be great!
Lost in contemplation of her possible invention, Harley actually wandered right past the clear case containing the skull the first time. Skidding to a stop, she took three long steps backwards and stopped to stare. “Woo boy, are you ugly!” Then she giggled, “But you’ve got a pretty smile. C’mon, you grinning fool, you’re comin’ with me!”
One finger set against her lips in concentration, Harley contemplated the best way to get the thing out of the case. She could just smash it. Or she could just take the entire case and run for it. Or she could be sneaky about it and pretend she was Catwoman. Oooo, decisions, decisions, decisions.