The frown that appeared on Harley’s face was nearly comical. Or it would have been if she wasn’t so thoroughly irritated. It was them. The stupid butterflies that had interrupted her discussion with the bat. The same stupid butterflies that had taken off without so much as a buh-bye. The same stupid butterflies that knew where her Puddin’ was and didn’t tell her!
Now they were here. Were they on a job for Mr. J? Well they’d just have to settle for second best, because she was making the score on this one. She was getting that skull for her man, and then these morons could take her to him. Oh yes they could.
She opened her mouth to tell them exactly that, but an unexpected voice had her spinning around. Unexpected, but familiar. And it made the odds more than even. Her frown turned into a bright smile of welcome.
“Well if it isn’t my favorite pussy cat,” she greeted. Truthfully, Harley wasn’t much of a cat person, but she made an exception for Selina. Poor kid kept getting her wires crossed and her priorities messed up. When you stole something, it made you a bad guy. Not Robin Hood.
Crossing her arms behind her back, holding the wrist of one arm in her other hand, she rocked back and forth on the balls of her feet, the picture of innocence. “I just thought I’d try something new and different and I figured how hard could it be? I mean…”
Turning slightly, she tilted her head to look at the butterfly boys as she finished the sentence, “After all, they think that’s what they’re doing. What’s with the goggles?”