Joke's Over

Harley Quinn is a jester. A goof, a ditz, a clown! And she'd always be a clown! But unbeknownst to most of the public, she'd changed what kind of clown she'd been. And it was her change in wardrobe that demonstrated it the most.

Ah, her little jester suit. Black and red. Comfortable and cute, but tight enough that you might think she was running around in body paint! She'd always have a soft spot for that little number. But she'd also remember the night she finally ditched it.

She'd been laying in the grass. Right in the middle of Gotham Park.

Another heist had gone wrong. Was it Harley's fault? Maybe she'd tripped an alarm, or gotten the timing wrong, or didn't bludgeon a guard hard enough. She wasn't sure, but she'd been blamed either way. Blamed and berated by her dear, sweet "Puddin'", right up until Batman crashed through the window.

He liked doing that.

It was business as usual! She fought the brooding bat, or tried to, but she was knocked onto her cute little ass in no time flat. Then it was Batman and Joker. Always those two. Different punchline this time, though!

The bank caught fire! Whole place went up in smoke. Perfect chance to escape! They might not get any loot, but they wouldn't end up in prison! And yet, Joker just looked at her, tied up and doe-eyed... And ran off into the night.

He didn't make a "you're fired" pun, but Harley kept picturing one in her head.

By some miracle, she'd managed to escape both the blaze and Batman! Not that she had anywhere else to go. She simply lay in the one somewhat secluded place she could find in the city. Only nuts went into Gotham Park after dark...

"Hm. Here I was, thinking some fools were lighting a bonfire in my park, and instead, I find a freshly barbecued clown."

Harley looked up, and rather than the night sky, she saw... Well, a vibrant green vagina directly overhead... But above that, was the face of none other than Poison Ivy! Harley smiled weakly at the obscene view, and the presence of her friend.

"Oh, heya Red. Nice night, ain't it? Perfect for stargazing."

"We're in the heart of the city. You can't see the stars, Harley." Ivy pointed out bluntly.

"Pussy-gazing then!"

Ivy sighed wearily, then sat her bare ass down next to Harley. She was completely naked-- As she usually was, opting to never wear more than a few scattered leaves. Her fashion choices made her one of the more "popular" villains, despite her terrorist acts.

"You look like shit." Ivy muttered, bringing her hand to the loose blonde hairs peeking out from under Harley's mask.

"Aw, you always know how to sweet talk a girl." Harley giggled. Inching closer, laying her head on top of her lap. It was here though, that her smile faded for once, and she tilted her head to the side.

"I think I need some help, Red. I think I'm finally gettin' tired of being the butt of the joke..."