Her Baseball bat, Of Course!

Harley spent a second fuming over her broken mallet, stomping a foot down in anger as she glared daggers at her smug opponent. Her gritted teeth would soon turn to a toothy smirk as she reached into her jacket and, from a hammerspace of sorts, pulled out a red and black baseball bat with a red star painted toward the top of it. The jester patted the bat in the palm of her right hand, and she let out a mischievous laugh while her opponent cocked her head and pursed her lips after having witnessed Harley seemingly pull a baseball out of nowhere.

Harley then ran forward, her bat poised to smash into Neo's face. The heterochromatic girl closed her parasol and waited for Harley to attack. The second the former psychiatrist swung her bat, Neo raised Hush up to parry the attack, pushing the blonde back. Harley took two steps back from her opponent from the **** with which her attack was deflected, though she quickly recovered, her smirk turning to a grimace. Harley then loosened her grip on the handle of her bat and spat on it, retightening her grip on the handle as she rubbed her saliva against the handle and her fingerless gloves, "I'll show ya how we do things in Jersey, shorty!" The former criminal threatened, though her opponent was less intimidated and more disgusted; her mouth parted slightly in revulsion as she eyed the bat's handle.

With her grip readjusted, Harley charged forward again, swinging at Neo again. Neo once again deflected the attack, though Harley remained unmoved by it, only having her arms moved this time by the redirection. Wanting to put some space between the two of them, Neopolitan took a step back, just in time for Harley to raise her bat and swing it down at her smaller opponent. Rather than parrying, Neo blocked the attack, holding Hush in front of her face just before the black bat crashed into it. One hand on the handle and another toward the tip of her parasol, Neo felt herself struggling against the **** of the attack, her boots squeaking against the metal floor as her legs slid back from being pushed.

Before Neo got a chance to do anything else, Harley began to wail on her, swinging her bat down multiple times on Hush and pushing the small criminal further back. Neo's brow twitched in annoyance; it was like her opponent was a small child throwing a temper tantrum, just wailing on an object in anger. Getting tired of the jester's onslaught, Neo pushed Hush up against Harley's next blow, causing her to stumble back a bit. With her opponent now in a **** state, Neo swung her parasol into Harley's face, striking her right on the nose.

Harley let out a grunt of both pain and anger before preparing herself to throw her hardest baseball swing yet. Legs lined up with shoulders, knees bent, and back foot planted firmly on the ground, Harley swung at Neo at a speed at which she couldn't react. "AND SHE'S OUT OF HERE-" Harley began to shout as her attack connected with Neo, her bat smashing into the side of the heterochromatic girl's chest...Or so she thought.

Neo shattered, having used Overactive Imagination again; the real Neo soon reappeared right in front of Harley and thrust the tip of her parasol into Harley's chest. "Right in the tit!" the jester cried out, wincing as she rubbed her hand against the side of her right breast. Her opponent was really goddamn annoying her. Getting fed up with engaging her opponent in close quarters combat, Harley pulled out her revolver again, firing three shots from it. The petite woman dodged the first two shots with grace, posing cockily as she did so. Though the third bullet would hit its mark slightly, grazing Neo's left temple. The criminal's aura flickered for a second, protecting Neo's body from the damage. The impact of the attack caused Neo's head to harshly whip to the right, forcing her to quickly grab onto the brim of her bowler hat to prevent it from falling off her head.

"Aw what?" Harley shouted in annoyance at the sight of her opponent being uninjured before taking a second to analyze what had just happened. Her opponent had a field of energy covering her entire body, one that protected her against oncoming attacks. "You've got-ta **** field to? That's bullshit, you're already annoying as is!" Harley seethed while reloading her revolver, having now expunged all six shots in the chamber. This was just great; now she'd have to plan against this as well.